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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 08:10:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2007.05.29 - the boredom will get to you</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&quot;Why am I depressed most of the time when people are dying on the streets out of poverty? People say that I have everything and that I couldn’t ask for anything more but why do I feel the other way around? Why did I feel so alone?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Because I’m not the type of person who succumb into mediocrity. And I don’t have any other means of entertaining myself. So I do stupid things because I think it’s fun. Like getting piss drunk and taking numerous pills were my mode of entertainment. Little did I know that my actions are hurting the people who love me. But I didn’t stop right away because I didn’t know what I was doing until it was too late. &quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i posted this in my previous journal less than a year ago. at that time, i knew i was doing the right thing of not acting stupid. i knew i was a mess for such a long time and did stupid things i didn&apos;t know would hurt me and the people around me. i hated the feeling and the way people looked at me so i worked my way out of that craziness and i was so proud to have gone out. people still thought otherwise but in me i knew i would not go back that path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it&apos;s happening again - the boredom which made me walk towards stupidville. right now, im scared. im scared ill do the wrong things again. im scared that i won&apos;t be able to fight the urge to do stupid. im scared that if i do fight it, i&apos;d eventually get tired of fighting the urge and just give in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don&apos;t wanna go back. i really don&apos;t. i just don&apos;t know if i could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2007 01:57:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2007.05.21 - another death</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;around 3 in the morning of friday, he called me up in a chippy mood, to tell me that his mom woke up and moved to an ordinary room. he gave his phone to his mom. it&apos;s sweet to hear someone say &quot;you take care kid. life can be so short.&quot; and ended it with a light laugh. i just smiled on my end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;around 2 in the morning of saturday, he called me up. &quot;she&apos;s passed.&quot; all i heard on the other end was a kid sobbing for a tragic lost. thousands of miles away, i felt his pain and i started to cry. &quot;i&apos;m sorry&quot; was all i could say. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 13:32:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>2007.05.18 - cuteness</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Aren&apos;t they just cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/debimanjoo/816821793l.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 05:14:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;M FEELING SO HAPPPPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;WARNING: some of you may not understand the stories for only my precious few friends know what i&apos;m getting at. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday, i was crying my heart out over something most of my friends would say is not worth my tears. i guess they all felt the anguish and hurt with every amplified word that came out of my mouth. so we drank the night away and i went home drunk. i wanted to get so wasted so i would throw up and hopefully release every bad joojoo there is in me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this morning, i went to the doctor for a follow-up check up.... and guess what!!! surprise surprise...apparently what&apos;s causing the imbalance in that area has been resolved while the other problem can be answered by taking several medications. i haven&apos;t had that kind of smile in a long time. so yes, i do not have to be in a hurry and i will be capable of having my own you-know-what in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on my way to work, i heard&amp;nbsp;a phone ring. the driver didn&apos;t seem to mind so i picked up the phone and cancelled the call since it was running low on battery. i sent an SMS to the number calling and told her that the phone is safe with me. after two hours, the girl picked up the phone from my office. i haven&apos;t felt that good about myself for the longest time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i guess life and me are really not that shitty. i guess i just really had to release the bad joojoo in me. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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