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        <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 23:48:08 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>i'm walking on sunshine.. whoa!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 23:50:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, and I'm enjoying the hell out of myself. Despite having as little slumber as possible, it's all worth it in the end. You make me smile like there's no tomorrow! Your the cutest thing and I'm telling you now.. just so you know for sure.. I like you a damn much! (:<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Amy is..</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 07:45:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
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                <title>What's it all for?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 08:04:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Are dreams meant to be made big, seeming to be unreachable so that we will settle for whatever comes our way? Whether it be along that path or far from it. Or just so we feel regret and defeat once we can not reach that dream?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Waiting for a new day to dawn.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 07:37:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Don't you just hate it when you meet someone incredibly awesome, and then you find out that they may be taken away from you.<br /><br />Or when your friends turn on you. You just can't do anything right by them anymore. You try and try but can't succeed. The one's you thought you knew, are now strangers to you. Changing the slightest bit every second, so when you pass them by they aren't even recognisable. Their in a disguise of some sort. They have become that shadow you never thought they would be. The shadow you never hoped them to be.<br />They become a mystery.<br /><br />When all you want to do for them, is to be there when they need you most. Yet, they seem to have moved on and your trailing behind trying not to let go. Why is it that this happens? Why do we have to let go of everything we want the most? Everything we need the most. It isn't fair. We shouldn't have to do it.<br /><br />One simple slip up and BANG. Bye-bye.<br /><br />Even if this so called 'slip up' isn't even worth the penalty, why should we be sentenced? Why should we be punished for something so stupid, so immature?! It just doesn't make sense anymore.<br /><br />And why is it that, if everything is on the same level; that others suffer and you remain helpless to their situation. Why are we not given to power to heal? Why are we denied that right? Why must we only be allowed to empathise and not comfort? Why are we not allowed to know the deep dark secrets of those who we cherish and hold close to us? Why can we not feel that raw emotion? As close as we may be, we are still left in the dark. Unable to truely express our thoughts and opinions. Unable to share what we hide.<br /><br />Why must we go through life pretending to be someone or something we're not? Why can we not just be ourselves? Who we really are should be able to shine for all to see. Not be hidden in a safe at the bottom of the antartic ocean.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dance like a computer mouse.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 21:55:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ BOOM SHAKA LAKA!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Bursting At The Seams</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2009 20:26:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ breaking up with someone is one of the hardest things you could do, especially if they do not understand the reason for the relationships end. but if you no longer reside in the same place that you once did, if you no longer feel for them the way they do for you.. actions must be made.<br /><br />i dread this afternoon, although i have my friends support, i dread this afternoon immensely.<br /><br />seeing someone in pain is not on my top 10 list of things to do, particularly if i am the bestower of sadness.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Like a puzzle.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 21:25:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Its amazing how hypnotic a simple game of tetris can be.<br /><br />little pieces of blocks fitting together like lego.. like a puzzle.<br /><br />GAWD this boy can make me laugh. LMFAO! Good old Davey G.<br /><br />Anywho.. yesss.. well.. Yesterday i modelled for my good ol chump Lucy (indecisive~x). The fun we get up to. But yes.. it was good fun.. walking around bare foot (like a hobo), climbing on trains (then jumping off them when they started to move again!), climbing really big ladders, walking along the railway and splashing in puddles.<br /><br />Then spending quality time with both Lucy and Kira, walking back into town (again bare foot) mummbling on about anything and everything, just because we can. As we should.<br /><br />Tommorrow I train at the Peak Hill dojo for a Kuimai-Ryu grading, that should be entertaining! BUT afterwards I would be packing up my things and heading to Parkes to play my Major Semi Final against Commercial Saints (who I have been waiting to play since last year when I was still playing in the Under sixteen's comp); and yes.. Im super excited!<br /><br />My Hospitality teacher to call me for a mock phone call that Im going to be assessed on. Five minutes to go till the phone should ring. Five minutes.. and counting.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Thats Some Sick Shit!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 21:48:31 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ have you ever had some one remind you that your parents were once sexual and they did it.<br /><br />imagining some one else do it.<br /><br />your parents..<br /><br />your friends parents!<br /><br />well..<br /><br />thats what dylan is making courtney, kira and i do now.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dammit!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 22:02:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ dammit.. i had mi first half yearly 2day.. english of all things to have first. i swear im starting to dislike english now.. i like english when i get to write freelance stuff.. but set assessments.. even weekly work is soooo crap!<br /><br />and 2morro beholds my maths half yearly! SHiT!<br /><br />i havent even looked at any of the work that they have done this term.. jo says that its practically all tha same stuff as last year.. but even that i hate! maths is a load of pointless information in my opinion.. sure we have to know tha basics but after that who needs to know about algebra and trig? seriously?<br /><br />im like sitting in tha technology room, haha yes its a room full of computers called the technology room.. kinda stupid!, but still Mike, Matt, Matt and Dylan were in here earlier just rambling on about random stuff.. looking at extremely old photos of our class in like year 7 or 8 at our athletics carni.. funny stuff..<br /><br />we've all changed so much in our class! its kinda scary when you think about it.. its like if we change so much in a few years.. what are we all going to be like at our first school reunion? weird.. but interesting.<br /><br />btw im probably going to be kicked outta this room soon.. some littleys class is coming in here lol damn them.. damn them all!<br /><br />well.. maybe just some.. just tha ones i dnt like.. lol like tha little ferals.. EWWY!<br /><br /> = QUESTiON OF THE DAY =<br /><br />Why is Iceland green and Greenland icey?<br /><br />its like.. did our past peoples run out of names and want to confuse us..<br /><br />Dude 1 - 'haha.. this place is full of ice..'<br />Dude 2 - 'yeah.. and this one is all green! what are we gunna call them? we need like a cool name cas like Africa and New Zealand are already taken.. we need cool names like them!'<br />Dude 1 - 'how bout we just call them Greenland and Iceland?'<br />Dude 2 - 'OMG! how bout we switch them round so theyre like tha opposite? whoa dude.. that would be weird.. we would like so confuse tha future generations to come if we did!'<br />Dude 1 - 'whoa.. yeah lets!'<br /><br />seriously its way weird!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Power Line</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 22:16:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well..<br /><br />2day is a very boring day..<br /><br />we've had belrose peps talk to us for tlike a whole 10-15mins..<br /><br />why cant they talk for longer?<br /><br />honestly.. they were makin us miss maths! who wants to do maths besides mathletes? no one.. so they should talk longer.<br /><br />jo and courtney now sit behind me..<br /><br />although courtney just left to find books to read nd jo is txtin someone.. more than likely wigwam.. ie trent. man i havent called him that in a while..<br /><br />prob cas i dnt talk bout him.. yes well..<br /><br />jo was on a MASSiVE hype 2day nd it was fuckin funny shit!<br /><br />running round like a total spastic retard is WAY more fun than just sitting on your arse and learning something.<br /><br />but she's all out of energy now.. she must have had a bit too much red cordial or something lol.<br /><br />yep.. well..<br /><br />im gunna be leaving school early 2day..<br /><br />schools boring..<br /><br />kiras sleeping over 2nite..<br /><br />we're both playing soccer in forbes 2morro.. we mite go watch union too.. jono vs jake! hehe. would prob be a good game. it'ld be interesting neways. parkes vs forbes usually is.<br /><br />= QUESTiON OF THA DAY =<br /><br />Why do old people smell?<br /><br />its weird.. like sometimes its gross nd sometimes its kinda homey.. but still its weird. and annoying.<br /><br />why do they smell? why? WHY?<br /><br />i hope that when i grow old i wont smell.. cas i actually want people to come and visit me.<br /><br />LOL<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Whoa!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 20:43:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OMG!<br /><br />this is like the first time ive done one of these.. honestly. Lucy (indecisive-x) has been pushing me to keep renewing stuff on here.. so i thought i might as well make some one happy!<br /><br />hmm.. well.. this is interesting!<br /><br />GAWD! so much stuff goin through my head atm.. too much actually! like seriously my head is going to EXPLODE any second now.<br /><br />omg.. our school librarian is singing aloud! and she is singing to a song playing on some kids fone! like SHUT IT! and its some corny old love song too.. good greif your so lucky your not here rite now.<br /><br />just finished business studies.. it clashes with maths now as i dropped down to general and ive only gone to one class lol. it was either math with work that i have to catch up on for our half yearly exams next week or business where we were painting!<br /><br />Question of the day:<br />What is up with teachers making lame jokes?<br /><br />Like WHOA!<br />they spent how long at uni.. learning how to be a teacher but its like they all want to be a comedian too.. WELL TOUGH! you have a day job now stick to it.. seriously your jokes are lame and stupid!<br />like math teacher jokes or MR V's bread sandwhich joke..<br /><br />Bread sandwhich = two bits of bread with a slice of bread inbetween.. apparently some school near here has them for sale at their canteen.. btw the bread sandwhich joke is possibly the best one so far! everything else is like.. point me to the nearest bridge so i can jump! and to make things worse.. our maths teachers jokes get published in our schools newsletter each week.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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