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  <title>Head in the clouds but feet stuck on ground</title>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greydresses:55875</id>
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    <title>the 9-5 life</title>
    <published>2009-12-19T08:38:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-19T08:38:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;One of my colleagues said this to me last night, &amp;quot;You know when you're old when your favourite tv program is the 6.30om news.&amp;quot; I'm truly feeling the demands of being a working adult. Nowadays, my goal is to reach home, have dinner, shower, and make sure that i get my 8 hours of sleep. Come weekend, I don't feel like doing much except catching up on sleep, bumming around at home, and using my Mac instead of the Windows operating system. I feel so unhealthy because all I do is eat and sit around in the office all day, I have not exercised since I don't know when, and I don't have much of a social life. 10 more days to go before the peak period sets in! Well, the good thing is that life at work is getting better as I start to itneract more with my colleagues.

Baby's coming home tonight with presents! and I can't wait to meet up with my Melb bestie too. &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-12-10T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-10T13:01:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-10T13:01:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i kinda miss school :(&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greydresses:55480</id>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-12-05T09:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-12-05T01:44:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-12-05T01:44:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;yesterday when i decided to cut off my hair, i had no pain or regrets because the ends were simply just too dry and dead.but i when i woke up this morning and saw myself in the mirror, i want my old long curly hair back!! and now my hair is actually shorter than i wanted it to be. sighh..i think it's gonna take a whole freaking year before i can perm it decently again. now i look like i just came out of secondary school :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;work starts in two days :/&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greydresses:55202</id>
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    <title>Tsunami</title>
    <published>2009-11-19T02:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-19T02:26:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i dreamt that the sea turned an awful green, and before i knew it, the waves were coming closer. then the waves got almighty and wherever they crashed, white whirlpools were formed. the waves almost took us away, but thankfully we were located on the 13th level. it was like a scene out of 2012, although i have yet to watch the movie. and then i remembered wanting to eat lou mai kai after.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greydresses:54934</id>
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    <title>Financ(e)ial Pangs</title>
    <published>2009-11-17T06:20:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-17T06:20:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;down to my last paper! i'm actually rather exhausted from all that studying done in the past few days. i wonder how the Singapore education system has managed to drill us with one exams after another (on some cases, even two papers in a day), and we kids all believed that's the way exams should be. not only did we have exams, but we had our cca trainings cut down from 3-4 times a week to 1-2 times, unlike now where we have days in between papers and we're still struggling to score. i think it must be all those weekly class and common tests that made it the norm to have papers after papers. i guess i musn't forget that results from my common tests don't get printed on a glossy transcript paper which i pay $15 for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's unwind day before i start mugging for my final audit paper, which i have totally no clue about. i feel rather accomplished today, if i don't take my morning exam into consideration. i've managed to inform the utilities and telephone companies to disconnect my services and arrange for the movers. now i just need to find a suitable cleaner. after watching Brothers and Sisters, i think i should get down to some serious packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more days to go :(&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'd Rather Be..</title>
    <published>2009-11-14T07:37:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-14T07:37:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;my dream home would probably consist of a bookshelf that looks something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/greydresses/pic/00011bye/"&gt;&lt;img width="160" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/greydresses/pic/00011bye/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full of Popular Penguins! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;there are so many things that i want to do before leaving melbourne. just can't wait for exams to end so i can get on to more interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;what i want to do/see:&lt;br /&gt;* Breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.cumulusinc.com.au/#/HOME/"&gt;Cumulus Inc&lt;/a&gt;. The lunch that I had there today couldn't be better. Good food (a huge lamb shoulder that has the texture of pork belly), good coffee, good desserts, cute waiters, and most of all good company filled with non-stop conversations (:&lt;br /&gt;* Brighton Beach&lt;br /&gt;* Picnic at the Botanical Garden's Shrine&lt;br /&gt;* Cafe Sweethearts to have eggs for breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;* DFO at South Yarra&lt;br /&gt;* Sleepovers and steamboat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-11-14T11:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-14T00:18:34Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;you know it'll be good when it starts off magical right from the moment he said hi (: &lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>Horror</title>
    <published>2009-11-13T01:15:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-13T01:15:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;my life of skinny flat whites (and i don't mean just any other skinny flat whites, but those that are made in the right proportion and do not taste like lattes) is going to be in demise in 17 days time :( so this morning, i decided to go down and get a cup of my favourite coffee to start my day. i love the fact that i can go down and grab coffee (plus lunch and cakes) in just 5 minutes. in less than a month, i'll be grabbing carrot cake and hokkien mee instead. not that i'm not looking forward to it, but having to adjust to condense milk coffee? i still like my milk frothed! speaking of which, i think the barista has been using normal milk all this while and to make it skinny he just removes the foam. maybe that's why it tastes so awesome. evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random moth was flying around in my room last night and the sound of its wings hitting the ceiling kept me awake. i thought i managed to chase it out of my room before going to sleep. i have no idea how that moth got in there :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:greydresses:53902</id>
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    <title>Housemate</title>
    <published>2009-11-06T10:01:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-06T10:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;I may be renting out my own place next year, would you like to move in with me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually never thought that I would be asked such a question so soon. Putting aside the reason of the massive displeasure it will garner from The Man of the house, I don't know if I'll actually say yes if I had the liberty to do so. I think I may not be at the stage where I'm ready for domestic partnership considering the fact that for most parts of our relationship we are in two different continents. They say that you shouldn't move in with your best friend because it opens your friendship up to various potential fault-finding and dissatisfaction with each other, and if things get really bad, that would probably be the end of the friendship as well. So does the same apply to living with your partner?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new world of a domestic partnership would mean that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* no more meeting each other up for dates because both of you leave the house together&lt;br /&gt;* no more occasions where the boyfriend will send you home and give you a goodnight kiss before you leave because both of you go home together&lt;br /&gt;* having to adjust to having another person in your bed if you're a light sleeper&lt;br /&gt;* uncomfortable cold wars shall a fight ensue and you still have to put up with seeing each other's faces&lt;br /&gt;* having to maintain the demure and feminine behaviour at all times because girls aren't supposed to have bad habits. this would mean no more farting aloud in your room or picking your nose anywhere else other than the toilet&lt;br /&gt;* compromising with each other's unusual habits&lt;br /&gt;*no maid to do the laundry or cook for you. instead, YOU are now the maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, those are all the negative aspects. I can think of some good ones:&lt;br /&gt;* someone to spoon you every night&lt;br /&gt;* sex in the morning or/and night&lt;br /&gt;* someone to carry the heavy groceries&lt;br /&gt;* someone to pick you up from work most of the time instead of having to brave the work crowd&lt;br /&gt;* phone bill savings&lt;br /&gt;* cooking at home instead of having to eat out on dinner dates&lt;br /&gt;* learning how to compromise&lt;br /&gt;* a type of get-out clause before you get turned off by all the weird habits that you see after living together, which would be too late if you're already married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weighing all those factors, I think I'll stick to sleepovers. haha..Then again, I can't deny that I'm secretly happy he popped the question (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-11-02T19:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T08:36:38Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i think we're going nowhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Taste Bud Treats</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T04:36:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T04:36:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;I'm gonna miss Melbourne's Flat Whites, breakfast places, and chocolates :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Brain Food</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T16:51:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T16:51:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;I finally succumbed to hunger and I'm having &lt;strike&gt;an&lt;/strike&gt; my second Arnott's Chocolate Scotch Finger at 3.45am in the morning. How is one supposed to work late nights and still manage to look good? Doesn't help that I'm in a bad mood tonight and the chocolate is making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like having a cup of coffee. It will totally make my biscuit taste awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Goodbye To All That</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T13:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T13:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;It was a big step to pack up everything four years ago and to leave for a place located away from everything we know, everything we're comfortable with. We were brave souls then, and once again we have to pick up our courage and embark on a new journey. We have to say goodbye to a place we have learned to call home, no matter how much we like or hate it, and to people that we have let into our lives and hearts. People we call our second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Lionel, Devina, Joanna, Maureen, Eliza, Fu Yee, Harry -- this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/greydresses/pic/00010ty0/"&gt;&lt;img width="300" height="269" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/greydresses/pic/00010ty0/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every photo tells a different story. They remind us of the good fun, food, and most of all, company. I don't think many of us will get the opportunity to enjoy such large gatherings where we can still laugh at each others childishness, bimboness, mistakes or stupid jokes once we leave university and are supposedly entering adulthood. The justice that is not done by these pictures is the fact that through those hard times where we can't seem to smile, or sleep soundly like Jo, we somehow found a way out through the support of these friends. Some of us will probably not get to see each other much again, but I hope that when we all look back on our years in Melbourne, we won't think of the homesickness, alienation or loneliness, but we will think of the great friends we made here, and all the adventures that we had together. I know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I'll be the first to leave in a month's time and I'll have to say goodbye. But you my friends, will not be the first that I'll forget. In fact, I believe the good times will always stay with me wherever each of us may be. For my friends who return to Singapore every now and then, I hope we can still be close as we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all from the depths of my heart, and I know I will miss you guys greatly. I will miss the good times a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Killed my Buzz</title>
    <published>2009-10-30T05:01:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-30T05:03:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;nowadays i just plonk myself at the dining table where it's strewn with notes and textbooks, and various kinds of chocolates. it's the last semester of studying overseas. and what's so discouraging is that my brother is sitting on the sofa having a chillax time thinking of his essay, or maybe he's just watching some anime. i am still trying to figure out how he gets those ridiculously high marks when the time spent on books and warcraft is 1-9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's also the time of the year where irritating and disgusting houseflies manage to find a hole somewhere and sneak into your house. and then all you hear is this non-stop buzzing coming from the ceiling. and when you turn on your table lamp, insects of all kinds get attracted to it, and you spend more time trying to shoo the pesky things away rather than organising taxation law notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend more time looking for a freight company, moving-out cleaning services, and playing bejeweled on facebook. i should just quit school and be a secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, Borders is offering a 3 for $20 coupon to buy Popular Penguins! now i can fill my shelf with more orange books. total yayness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>My Second Home</title>
    <published>2009-10-24T16:05:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-24T16:05:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Heart - Alone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;We've waited for the day when we finally get to leave this place and go home, but who would have thought that when that day arrived we would have all these dread?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what my best friend and i were discussing earlier on this afternoon over coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the excitement of being home and seeing everyone that I love after being away for so long is so great, and given the short span of time that I have from packing up to getting ready for my job is so great that the thought of me never coming back to Melbourne again won't really hit me till I'm sitting at an office table. I'm never gonna have the cold airs, and never be able to come home to end my days on this very bed i'm sitting on right now which i have grown to love. i'll miss this Temple Court apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on my four years here, I don't think I got the most out of it, and I am kinda remorseful that I never really made full use of the opportunities presented to me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can say that i'm leaving this place knowing that I fell in love with it after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-10-20T22:32:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-20T11:34:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-20T11:48:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Till now I always got by on my own&lt;br /&gt; I never really cared until I met you&lt;br /&gt; And now it chills me to the bone&lt;br /&gt; How do I get you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my boyfriend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-10-14T18:23:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-14T07:23:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-14T07:23:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;AM&amp;nbsp;EMPLOYED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-10-11T13:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-11T02:41:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-11T02:41:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i just had leftover minestrone for brunch. i'm still hungry and i'm craving for McD's Sausage and Egg McMuffin but it's no longer breakfast hour :( i want to have singaporean McD's where i can get moof without stepping out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out of bread too. tragic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>greydresses @ 2009-10-10T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-10T08:54:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-10T08:54:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;is it possible for the magic to run out? is it something that we've gotten wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Playing with Cows</title>
    <published>2009-10-08T15:39:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-08T15:39:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;almost done with the filling up of my application form. just need to wake up early and head to school tmr to scan the last page with my signature on. so much trouble for one signature, and with all the stress that i had to go thru, i better make it thru the interview and get my dream office table. it's amazing how one form can zap the energy out of a person, although i always thought of myself as a form-filling person because i totally enjoy writing down details in nicely spaced blank boxes. now i totally change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's very healthy when i start to wake up in the middle of the night after a bad dream of drowning people who have arms that are falling off so it makes it impossible for me to save them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i want this job so so so so so soooooooooooo BADLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>BB Me</title>
    <published>2009-09-24T11:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-24T11:11:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="img" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="Long-Wear Gel Eyeliner" class="open-product-1" href="http://www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com/templates/products/spp/index.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY22753&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1109"&gt; 				&lt;img alt="Long-Wear Gel Eyeliner" src="http://www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com/images/products/photos/E0KK_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Ultra Fine Eyeliner Brush" class="open-product-1" href="http://www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com/templates/products/spp/index.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY22796&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1337"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ultra Fine Eyeliner Brush" src="http://www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com/images/products/photos/E1JA_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Long-Wear Gel Eyeliner" class="open-product-1" href="http://www.bobbibrowncosmetics.com/templates/products/spp/index.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY22753&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD1109"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want Bobbi Brown's 'Black Ink' Gel Eyeliner and the Ultra Fine Eyeliner Brush!&lt;br /&gt;i want to turn my small eyes into killer eyes o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 		&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>arrrgh</title>
    <published>2009-09-23T14:14:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T14:14:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i bet kiam siap LG just filtered the winner of F1Rocks to competition entrants from malaysia because they don't want to pay for more expensive tickets to fly people in from melbourne. whatever. i don't care if they make transparent phones, their phones suck anyway. &lt;br /&gt;ok i'm just sore i didn't win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Bokono Republic</title>
    <published>2009-09-21T13:00:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-21T13:04:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&amp;quot;The hand that stocks the drug stores rules the world.&lt;br /&gt;Let us start our Republic with a chain of drug stores, a chain of grocery stores, a chain of gas chambers, and a national game. After that, we can write our Constitution.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;- Cat's Cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;, Kurt Vonnegut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Coffee makes me happy</title>
    <published>2009-09-19T07:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-23T05:08:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class="ljembed" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/lj-embed&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i love Hudson's Coffee because they just gave me two free tickets to catch Bruce Willis' new movie next week! (: you don't see Starbucks being as generous do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy and Brothers and Sisters next week!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>blood and fangs</title>
    <published>2009-09-18T14:07:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-18T14:07:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;i'm out of True Blood :(&lt;br /&gt;now i'd rather have a Bill than Edward. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored. all i do is eat, sleep, watch tv dramas in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt; i shall attempt a white raspberry oreo cheesecake tmr, and maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;go for a run too.&lt;br /&gt;fourteenth month and i miss my boyfriend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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