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      <title>Cut The Act </title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/71.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 23:17:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Cut The Act. Stop bullshitting and start showing some actions. 
 
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      <title>YOU THINK I'M STUPID</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/70.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2007 05:18:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>YOU MAKE ME SICK!
 
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      <title>Pity?</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/69.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2007 09:14:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I've come to a thoughtful conclusion today. Instead of jealousy and anger, I became to feel pity. Why? Let's see why. 

You are rich but you think you're poor because you are never satisfied
with current condition. I am poor but I think I am rich because I know
what it feels like to be poor. 
 I used to have constant and
violent fights with my mother but I follow what she says and loves her
way too much . You never have fights with your mother, in fact, she's a
great mother but you hide things from her even when you love her.

 I look calm and strong but I am weak and panic-y. You... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/comments?id=69</comments>
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      <title>Battling  Nights for 3 Months</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/68.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 19:51:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>what a battle I had
last night. A battle I have to fight for 3 months. Every night it's
going to be sleepless and painful. The scar in my skin will fade, but
the scar in my heart stays. Sure thing, forgiving is easy especially
when you have overflowing joy and relief but forgetting is a different
story. You always hear these things happen, but when it happens to you
somehow you're denying it. Every dream I had is the same thing. About
him, him, and him and I have to wake up every hour! Also the painful
body organs! Can somebody see this? I'm slowly eating myself alive!
What pity. I... (more)</description>
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      <title>Every New Smile</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/67.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 07:02:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 why every new
smile? because every new smile I will have in the future is because of
Him. what weird feeling surpasses me today. somehow, I can manage to
smile. I have a peace unlike the other days. I found the truth that's
why. I found that my God is real, that He's speaking to me like the
first time I fell in love Him. I wish everyone can feel like I feel. I
feel the love that I've never found. Some hollow feeling that's been in
me for the longest time. It's no wonder every message I hear is all
just to &quot;LISTEN.&quot;  I have a heart of overflowing joy that some
people don't have and... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/comments?id=67</comments>
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      <title>How Things Changed.. </title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/66.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 21:05:51 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>wow
as I looked back at the last blog I posted, I've changed a lot. How?
Let's see... that was 3 days before my beloved grandmother passed away.
to tell you the truth, I still haven't got over the grief and for sure
her memories will forever stays in my heart. I tried to make myself
busy with stuff going on around me and it seems to be working but I
need to work on it more. 



Anyways, the point is... yes, I write about my weaknesses,
frustrations, and maybe extreme emotions here, but somehow I realized
that I was selfish and I wasn't  grateful at all. I should be
grateful for... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/comments?id=66</comments>
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      <title>where is the love?</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/65.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 10:58:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>why
can a simple question be answered by a simple answer? sometimes when
you try to do the right thing, nature will disagree. I'm kinda sad that
I haven't written in this so called &quot;blog&quot; for a long time because when
I write in it, I look back at past &quot;blogs&quot; I've written and reflect on
it. However, I don't think it's necessary to make it public so all my
friends can see it. I keep this to myself. When I feel that no one can
understand or sometimes I don't even understand myself, on what to do
on certain situations I write in these. This so called &quot;blog&quot; is full
of my frustrations... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/comments?id=65</comments>
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      <title>&quot;Perfection Through Silence&quot; </title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/64.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 10:38:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Funny
how stuff happens at the same time. what good words to put inside my
head. &quot;Perfection through silence.&quot; I wonder if the things that people
sacrifice for are actually going to be worth it at the end. you are not
lonely when you are alone. you feel lonely the most when there are tons
of people around you but you are in your own perfect world. what funny
things i've found today. so funny that i can laugh and cry about it at
the same time. 



funny how you sacrifice so much for some things and somehow that  &quot;little thing&quot; still appears. 



every day, i still see fake people.... (more)</description>
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      <title>mad world</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/63.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 06:55:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It's
been a crazy year. I can't believe it's almost over but i'm hoping for
it to end at the same time. I have gone through so much this year and
hoping to find the answer for all. 



&quot;I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.&quot;

for some reason, this song has a special meaning. even when it sounds
depressing or the whole lyrics alone are suicidal, it means something
to me. I guess I can relate to this song that's why. People come and go
but only special ones stay. 



I learned so much in this past year. My professor said... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/comments?id=63</comments>
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      <title>Indo..</title>
      <link>http://everynewday.blogdrive.com/archive/62.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 16:46:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I
just got back from indo yesterday night.  I love everything about
it there. I miss my grandmother already. she's the best. the wisest
woman i've known so far and probably i'll ever know. i can't believe i
have to go through separation again. 


 
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