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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2007 12:17:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~b0rnl337</author>
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                <title>Shin wa nan desu ka?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 20:01:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I wrote me a poem but I needs me a title. As usual, my literature is based on personal experiences because I'm too much of a n00b to write otherwise. That's why I'll stick to programming once I learn how. Meh. I really want a title for my poem >_<...but i think it's something I should think of myself rather than asking for suggestions. Ah well.<br />
<br />
What's new you ask?<br />
I'm in university...finally<br />
I'm doing Japanese...but not learning anything since I know it already<br />
I may start karate next week...unless dad screws up my plans again<br />
I'm in a play...again...but for different reasons this time<br />
I'm currently pissing off my ex and enjoying every second of it<br />
(I'm not spiteful...I just find her immaturity amusing)<br />
I'm definitely going to rent an evo for a night<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I need...</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 16:16:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...back my computer TT__TT<br />
...to use photoshop TT__TT<br />
...to use my emoticons in messenger TT__TT<br />
...a life TT__TT<br />
...the Nokia E70 TT__TT<br />
...something to do with my time TT__TT<br />
...to speak more Japanese TT__TT<br />
...TT__TT<br />
<br />
That is all<br />
<br />
Thank you<br />
<br />
P.S. I pwned Japan Camp<br />
<br />
P.P.S. Now, that is all<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>boku...iee...ore no tanj&amp;#333;bi desu</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 07:05:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey look at that...I's 18 now. Doesn't feel much different. It never does, does it? Meh...I's happy and all...but I can't even see my two best friends and fellow SOMPers today. It's not like they couldn't come...they just prefer riding to getting their asses handed to them is every ps2 game they could think of. I would too...but I'd prefer punching my best friend 18 times on his birthday that happens...wait for it...ONCE A FRICKIN' YEAR...wouldn't you?<br />
<br />
Oh well...such is life. I love all my friends, and it won't be the same without those two today...but I'll still kick the asses of those who are coming.<br />
<br />
Lol.<br />
<br />
...and he laughs...what a twisted sense of humour >.><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~b0rnl337</author>
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                <title>I say suki. You say...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 19:16:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...sayonara<br />
<br />
lol...kinda sad...but ironic (and hence funny) at the same time.<br />
Boy...I'm pitiful<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>blog</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2007 19:07:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://1337d3mig07h.blogspot.com/">[link]</a><br />
<br />
take a look please ^^<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>x_x</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 19:15:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so i wake up...late for work. i rush to get ready and in my rush i almost forget my ID and my memory stick. i rush back into the house for them as well as my calculator and shoes (yes shoes...i had to hurry out of the house). so i'm finishing getting ready in the car and in my rush i forget to put my calculator in my bag...and i forget to clean off my shoes. so i'm stuck selling Cricket merchandise to annoying, mouthy tourists for 12 hours with dirty shoes and without a calculator. fine. i'm helping to pack the stuff out of the office into the stall and i manage to break about four cardboard boxes that we use to keep shirts in. i tape them back up and return them to the shelves. fine. so the first half of the day passes slowly because business is slow...thank God. lunch time! yay! yea right. we purposely ordered the lunch half an hour early today because it usually reaches half hour late...this time they decide to come an hour late and still they managed to screw up my order...again. fine.finish eating lunch and go back to my post only to be faced with another 6 hours of slow business and stupid tourists running off their mouths about what we should and shouldn't stock. once they are done, here comes my ever-presumptuous friend who likes to say things without thinking. now this is a person who thinks anyone that wears all black is goth. anyone who wears skull earrings is goth. anyone who's both parents drive cars must have their first car bought for them. any straight male must lust at every sexy girl that walks passed him. you get the picture. well this person manages to piss me the hell off with these kind of remarks. i think i even managed to hate every fiber of his being for even a second or two. fine. i felt like i could punch him over and run a hangar through his throat. i calmed myself down as i usually do and returned to listening to the music on my phone which i was doing for most of the time. then i began crying. for the first time in years i cried out of sheer sadness. i wiped up my tears before anyone saw that they were actually flowing from my eyes. fine. i lied...too many people asked me if i was ok. i was sitting  on the bottom shelf with my phone beside my ear with red eyes and a screwed up face...of course i said yes...who with that description isn't ok? asses. so we start packing up the shop now. i manage to break two more boxes...which i proceed to reassemble. then halfway throught packing up some damn Irish people come asking for Pakistan caps...now you see...pakistan friggin lost...why the hell would you want a Pakistan cap!?!? so i went back intot he office to get one. he says he wants 3. so i go back for more. now he wants another hat in a different style...which just happens to have been packed up too. so i go for it. and finally he wants a polo shirt which...you guessed it...its been packed up too. so i got for it and cash everything. not even a thanks. fine. at least he gave us good business. so now one of the managers goes around asking if any of us have a jump drive that we could lend them. now i carried my jump drive for only one reason today...to copy a picture i drew on their computer  to mine. but i had it...they wanted it...so i lent them. now i'm memory stick-less. fine. i probably wouldn't use it anyway. time to go home. mom and dad can't come for us (me, my friend, and my teacher) so we decide to take the bus that's chartered for us workers. by the time we reache the bus area we see our bus driving off...by the time we realize it, its too far for us. so we take a bus to the stadium where there's supposed to be another bus waiting for us to carry us to our destination. ha. we arrive at the stadium...no bus. oh well. mr. savage calls his taxi...cant get through...he calls another one...cant get through...his next most reliable taxi...can't get through. his final and last resort says 15 minutes. now apparently this person rivals my fatehr because he took about 45 minutes to come for us. we were waiting by ourselves under a streetlight on not the safest road ever. we get picked up and he says $650 to take us all home. although its a bit pricey we can;t exactly disagree. so we all go. midway through the drive...he says $700 because he thought i was going somewhere else...so this man comes for us 45 minutes late and demands more money on an already outrageous price...he better not be expecting a tip. fine. we pay up. i reach home. time to get ready for my cousins sweet sixteen later. i jump in the shower only to find that there's no soap. no biggie. i go get soap and i dress and all and now i'm waiting for my dad to come home to take us (me and my bro) to the party...i wonder how this will turn out. i'll edit it when i come home...<br />
<br />
-to be continued-<br />
<br />
EDIT<br />
<br />
well the party actually wasn't bad at all...<br />
<br />
-end-<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>:]</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:13:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just had what could have been one of the most interesting conversations in my life...i'll win next time - <br />
<br />
(6:43 PM) Sarah.:	Awh.<br />
| Have a heart bayyyybe.<br />
Like scabby.<br />
(6:44 PM) Sarah.:	=]<br />
(6:44 PM) Xavier:	...<br />
must i?<br />
(6:44 PM) Sarah.:	Fine.<br />
I'll take it back.<br />
Harumph.<br />
-rips it back-<br />
(6:45 PM) Xavier:	noooooo<br />
cry`<br />
(6:46 PM) Sarah.:	So you want it when it's gone?<br />
Is that it?<br />
Huh ?<br />
Is that it ?<br />
(6:46 PM) Xavier:	but...but<br />
i always wanted my heart<br />
(6:46 PM) Sarah.:	WELL YOU CANT HAVE IT.<br />
So THERE.<br />
-hoardes-<br />
(6:47 PM) Xavier:	but...<br />
but...<br />
FINE THEN!<br />
see if i need you and my heart<br />
(6:47 PM) Xavier:	i'll make it without!<br />
(6:47 PM) Sarah.:	No you won't.<br />
AND YOU KNOW IT.<br />
(6:47 PM)	Xavier is now Offline<br />
(6:48 PM)	Sarah.                                   Fabian Fabian Fabian.    (L)! is now Online<br />
(6:48 PM) Sarah.:	[ Zone Labs Security alert: Encryption is disabled. To enable encryption, please modify your security settings ]<br />
You need me and the kids.<br />
YOU NEED US.<br />
(6:48 PM)	Xavier is now Online<br />
(6:48 PM) Xavier:	screw you and the kids!<br />
(6:48 PM) Sarah.:	We stomp on your crummy heart.<br />
YOU WISH.<br />
YOU NEED US.<br />
(6:48 PM) Sarah.:	NEED US.<br />
(6:49 PM) Xavier:	NO I DONT!<br />
-gags-<br />
(6:49 PM) Xavier:	-dies from loss of blood-<br />
x.x`<br />
(6:49 PM) Sarah.:	Told you you needed us.<br />
(6:50 PM) Sarah.:	I WANT ALIMONY.<br />
(6:51 PM) Xavier:	...<br />
well<br />
(6:51 PM) Sarah.:	That's right.<br />
(6:51 PM) Xavier:	uhhh<br />
(6:51 PM) Sarah.:	The whole shebang.<br />
(6:51 PM) Xavier:	well<br />
well our marriage wasnt legal so there!<br />
(6:52 PM) Sarah.:	You whore.<br />
I TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THAT !<br />
(6:52 PM) Xavier:	well its a damn good thing i didn<br />
and btw<br />
i didnt leave you anything in the will<br />
(6:53 PM) Xavier:	i knew you were sleeping around<br />
(6:53 PM) Sarah.:	WELL IF YOU WERE GOOD IN THE SACK I WOULDNT HAVE TO .<br />
Tiny.<br />
(Ha.)<br />
(6:54 PM) Xavier:	its not my fault you were so damn big<br />
its cause we had too many damn children<br />
i told you 17 was too much<br />
(6:54 PM) Sarah.:	-gasps-<br />
(6:54 PM) Xavier:	but you wouldnt listen<br />
(6:54 PM) Sarah.:	<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":-O" title=":-O (Eek)" /><br />
(6:55 PM) Sarah.:	It's not my fault that you can't jack off properly !<br />
(6:55 PM) Xavier:	in case you dont remeber...YES IT IS<br />
you kicked me in my balls<br />
(6:56 PM) Xavier:	when we had that quarrel<br />
about the...uhhh<br />
about you moving back in with your mother!!<br />
(6:57 PM) Sarah.:	AND I'M GLAD I WAS WEARING THOSE FUCKING HEELS.<br />
D<<br />
(6:57 PM) Xavier:	i bet you dont even remeber how much my operatioon costed us did you?<br />
we had to make junior leave school<br />
just to cover half the bill<br />
(6:58 PM) Xavier:	ITS ALL YOUR FAULT WE ENDED UP LIKE THIS!<br />
(6:58 PM) Sarah.:	MY FAULT !<br />
No way in hell.<br />
IT'S YOURS.<br />
(6:59 PM) Sarah.:	And Junior was never my favourite son.<br />
(6:59 PM) Xavier:	i knew it!<br />
you always had preference didnt you?<br />
who was your damn favourite?<br />
(6:59 PM) Xavier:	it was shelly wasnt it?<br />
ahhh<br />
!!!<br />
(7:00 PM) Sarah.:	It was AIDEN.<br />
(7:00 PM) Xavier:	my parents warned me about you!<br />
(7:00 PM) Sarah.:	He has my eyes.<br />
(7:00 PM) Xavier:	your eyes?<br />
YOUR eyes?<br />
(7:00 PM) Sarah.:	LIKE MINE THOUGHT YOU WERE A WALK IN THE PARK.<br />
(7:00 PM) Xavier:	you got to be kidding me<br />
(7:00 PM) Sarah.:	YES MY EYES.<br />
(7:00 PM) Xavier:	those were my eyes no doubt!<br />
(7:00 PM) Sarah.:	Your eyes are green all of a sudden?<br />
THOSE ARE MY EYES.<br />
Junior has your squint.<br />
NOT MY AIDEN BABY.<br />
(7:01 PM) Xavier:	what the hell is that supposed to mean?<br />
(7:02 PM)	Xavier is now Offline<br />
(7:02 PM)	Sarah.                                   Fabian Fabian Fabian.    (L)! is now Online<br />
(7:02 PM)	Xavier is now Online<br />
(7:02 PM) Sarah.:	just what I said !<br />
(7:02 PM) Xavier:	pe<br />
><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=(" title="=( (Sad)" /><br />
(7:03 PM) Xavier:	if i wasnt dead i'd kick your ass<br />
(7:03 PM) Sarah.:	A WOMAN BEATER TOO ?<br />
You scum<br />
(7:03 PM)	Xavier is now Offline<br />
(7:04 PM)	Sarah.                                   Fabian Fabian Fabian.    (L)! is now Online<br />
(7:04 PM)	Xavier is now Online<br />
(7:04 PM) Xavier:	hell no...AN IDIOT BEATER IS MORE LIKE IT<br />
(7:05 PM) Xavier:	if you werent so stupid<br />
then we wouldnt have ended up in this dump of a home<br />
with this over populated family<br />
(7:05 PM) Sarah.:	IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU KNOCKED ME UP SO DAMN MUCH<br />
(7:05 PM) Xa... ]]></description>
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                <title>jgu980afku6786 q</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:01:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ignore the subject please...i was pressed for time and couldn't come up with one.<br />
<br />
my internet finally seems to be stable - thank God - and now we might upgrade form the 256MB to 2GB line - thank God again...then again, my dad is the world's best procrastinator so whatever...<br />
<br />
the strangest thing happened...my ex-gf that dumped me approached my and hypothetically asked me to deal...what would you say. i'll post what i said if anyone manages to even read this entry.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>6 minutes...A RECORD TIME!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 2007 19:45:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ TT__TT  my internet has been moving ghey for the past few weeks and now i'm sad...and to add to it no1 goes on my profile...or views my stuf...or if they do they don't leave comments...mean people. chances are noone is going to see this before i decide to update...then noone will see that one either...i could go on you know...if you don't believe me then i will...in my next entry...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>*sigh* Christmas</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 22:22:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ...gah...i don't even know why i even bother to update this thing...its not like anyone reads it anyway >_><br />
<br />
in any case...my Christmas was ok...like anyone cares...my best present was an IOU for guitar hero 2...after that was probably boxers with pictures of weed all over it. for the first time i spent more on other people than myself this year. i feel a lot happier than last year though...but there's still a lingering sadness...probably cuz i didn't really get anything that i wanted...i'll get used to it in coming years though since money's been tight and getting tighter. *sigh*<br />
<br />
and thus ends my Christmas entry...even one reply would be one of the best presents i've gotten this season...probably won't get that either<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>comp sci</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 08:33:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ZOMG!!!!111 i passed comp sci this term...give it wasnt that good of a pass but i passed anyway ^_^<br />
congratulate me plx<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>good stuff</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2006 04:00:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ woah...stuff are just going good for me right now. Although i'm in a  play that i didn't really want to be in at the start, now it doesn't seem so bad...i'm actually having fun (even if the reason i joined isn't there any more). next i'm getting to talk to Japanese people today. I'm excited beyond belief and the worst thing is i'm not even sure what i'm going to ask them yet. after that, i finally got to make an emoticon...after months of waiting for photoshop and looking for tutorials. After that, i'm getting a free versioin of rpg maker xp, which i'll probably use to make a game during christmas time if i dont get a job. other than that...i got inspired recently to write a poemish song thingy...upon reading it over though i decided not to upload it for reasons i'd rather not say. i'm not done yet...i got paid by a teacher to do a university assignment for her...although i was underpaid by university "black homework market" standards...i got money.  i'm getting an incredible deal on a dual layer 16x dvd +/- burner. and to top it all off...the editor for my school paper says he likes my article even though its too ong to fit in the space he gave me before, he likes it so much he's not gonna cut anything out.<br />
<br />
the only thing bad about this is that now i'm just waiting to see what bad stuff's gonna happen to me after all this...you know how fate works right?<br />
<br />
edit - i got my first ever fave from a  completely random person only 15 mins after i uploaded my emoticon<br />
much thanks <a href="http://athena-satov.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/t/athena-satov.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="athena-satov" /></a> even if you don't see this <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>poetry! XD</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 18:07:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ you know i'm not really one for poetry...but there's this poem that i really really like and i thought "what the hell?  i might as well share it" so here...for those that care to read it...don't just read it once or twice, save it and read it often...its really nice if you dwell on the words enough:<br />
<br />
Desiderata<br />
<br />
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,<br />
and remember what peace there may be in silence.<br />
As far as possible without surrender<br />
be on good terms with all persons.<br />
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;<br />
and listen to others,<br />
even the dull and the ignorant;<br />
they too have their story.<br />
<br />
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,<br />
they are vexations to the spirit.<br />
If you compare yourself with others,<br />
you may become vain and bitter;<br />
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.<br />
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.<br />
<br />
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;<br />
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.<br />
Exercise caution in your business affairs;<br />
for the world is full of trickery.<br />
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;<br />
many persons strive for high ideals;<br />
and everywhere life is full of heroism.<br />
<br />
Be yourself.<br />
Especially, do not feign affection.<br />
Neither be cynical about love;<br />
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment<br />
it is as perennial as the grass.<br />
<br />
Take kindly the counsel of the years,<br />
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.<br />
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.<br />
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.<br />
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.<br />
Beyond a wholesome discipline,<br />
be gentle with yourself.<br />
<br />
You are a child of the universe,<br />
no less than the trees and the stars;<br />
you have a right to be here.<br />
And whether or not it is clear to you,<br />
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.<br />
<br />
Therefore be at peace with God,<br />
whatever you conceive Him to be,<br />
and whatever your labors and aspirations,<br />
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.<br />
<br />
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,<br />
it is still a beautiful world.<br />
Be cheerful.<br />
Strive to be happy.<br />
<br />
- Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952. ]]></description>
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                <title>maybe...just maybe</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 14:27:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hey, just for anyone that may actually come to my uber-lame page by accident (or some strange act of fate) i'm actually considering putting up a deviation sometime soon.  apart from the crap that i had and deleted before <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />.  yea just a heads up...'cause i'm bored...and 'cause my scanner is finally working.<br />
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yay...i suppose<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~b0rnl337</author>
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