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  <updated>2009-11-16T11:37:27Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:3965</id>
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    <title>fooled me again, honest eyes</title>
    <published>2009-11-16T11:37:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-16T11:37:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WHEN WILL IT BE ENOUGH</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:3633</id>
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    <title>I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.</title>
    <published>2009-11-14T14:29:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-14T14:29:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"each man's hell is in a different &lt;br /&gt;place: mine is just up and &lt;br /&gt;behind &lt;br /&gt;my ruined &lt;br /&gt;face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT THAT AFTER A'S LIFE WILL BE AWESOMER</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:3566</id>
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    <title>arbieandchubbs @ 2009-11-03T22:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-03T14:42:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-03T14:43:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Alright you've all had your fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:3113</id>
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    <title>And I'm Not Ashamed That With Every Breath I Take</title>
    <published>2009-11-02T14:51:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-02T14:51:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;whew</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:2915</id>
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    <title>arbieandchubbs @ 2009-11-01T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2009-11-01T14:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T14:30:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;She's Electric.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:2581</id>
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    <title>arbieandchubbs @ 2009-10-31T23:48:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-31T15:48:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-31T15:48:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I'll be true, I'll be useful, I'll be cavalier</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:2305</id>
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    <title>If you know what I know</title>
    <published>2009-10-21T14:41:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-21T14:42:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">would you try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have heard that lucid dreaming entails knowing that you are in a dream and hence having the power to manipulate your dreams to any end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I knew I&amp;nbsp;was dreaming, because you were in it, and I said &amp;quot;make this last forever&amp;quot;, but it didn't. I&amp;nbsp;said &amp;quot;Please.&amp;quot; but being polite didn't work either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;guess lucid dreaming isn't that fantastic after all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:2234</id>
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    <title>I am my own god</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T16:06:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T16:06:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:2009</id>
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    <title>when I was a kid</title>
    <published>2009-09-20T11:30:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-20T11:30:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt; It strikes me that I haven't posted here in like one and a half years which makes it perfect for like the theme of my post today! ummm the things that I had very long ago and that I haven't looked back at since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was having a major existentialist crisis because proteins didnt come out for paper 3 which is like thank god i can mug it during the weekend but my fucking first half of my notes arent filled up probably cause i was young and stupid and skipped the lecture so i cant mugg proteins and just felt generally sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I swear suddenly, I THOUGHT OF ROBOTS FLYING PAST A SCHOOL WINDOW and it reminded me of this anime i used to watch every morning like 6plus in pri school before i took like the school bus to school! like p1 p2 wth. and its so damn cool because THE SCHOOL and i mean THE SCHOOL can transform because there're robots beneath it and all the students ( AND WE'RE TALKING KIDS LIKE MAYBE PRI SCHOOL KIDS) manning the robots then the classroom will morph into some control centre and every student will have like a role in the control centre god knows how they knew what to do but ya. its like every primary school kid's wet dream man. okay every primary school boy's at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i googled &amp;quot;robots anime school transform&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, nothing of worth came out except the fact that i was enlightened to a genre called mecha anime, where the main feature of the anime is basically big ass robot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i googled &amp;quot;mecha anime school transform&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i googled &amp;quot;mecha anime school transform old school&amp;quot; since its really old ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STILL NOTHING CAME OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to wikipedia, and they gave me a fucking list of mecha anime. like 230 or something. so i steeled myself and went to every damn page in the list until i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&amp;quot;熱血最強 go saurer!!!!!&amp;quot; or something along those lines damn my text is bold. oh wait i did something funky and now its not. ANYWAY i went to youtube it and I saw the video and it was like SOMETHING&amp;nbsp;like what i was looking for...only something was missing. but i couldnt see what. hmmmm. then i told myself &amp;quot;shiyang you need to study stop it this is what you're looking for you ass&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7kNKsw5k2k&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;DIDNT&amp;nbsp;GIVE&amp;nbsp;UP&amp;nbsp;BECAUSE&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;CONTINUED&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;FOUND&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;CORRECT&amp;nbsp;ONE! which is called raijin oh something. and both are like very similar its basically by the same people except the one i found at first had DINOSAUR ROBOTS and the one i was looking for doesnt have. it was one of those defining moments of my life, those that say dont give up shiyang and you'll find what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9-WhSbTUKw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaye the two links i found are above in case anyone had similar fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending the past many hours listening to the soundtrack and its just so awesome brings back so many memories. Things like the bus uncle of bus no. 12 and sometimes 42 who used to drive this mega small minibus when i was P1 to P2 and then upgraded to a megabus from then onwards and he always used this big silver sheet on the top of his windscreen to shield his eyes from the sun. It was some white with blue lines maris stella or something bus. anyway everytime i see a bus like that i always look in to see if its him but it never is, at least until recently when i looked and i saw him for reals! except now he looks really old and his hair is really white and hes wrinkly and he still has to drive drive drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been turning to things from my childhood as like comfort things, like this anime, like disney songs and movies (as in the old kind, where everyone sang alot and everything has hand drawn), like LCM bars which i havent eaten in super long, like peanut butter sandwiches which i swear i have not eaten since pri school but taste so much better than last time ( i never used to like them dunno why) I will never like tuna or sardine sandwiches though, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who knows, give me a couple more decades, and I might be eating them like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:1598</id>
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    <title>i'm just a flower on a tree, why must you leave.</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T15:56:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T15:56:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'VE GOT A DATE WITH THE NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE MY OG.&lt;br /&gt;BLOG AGAIN TMR, SLEEPYTIME.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:1331</id>
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    <title>i'm a retard, but that's a good thing.</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T16:59:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T16:59:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fwah, i'm a really good liar.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:1027</id>
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    <title>confessions of a conman</title>
    <published>2008-01-06T03:55:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-06T03:55:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;you like me this way, and frankly, i do too. but believe me when i say that this way is not the only way.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:1001</id>
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    <title>the birthday of an artist.</title>
    <published>2008-01-02T15:21:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-02T15:26:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;Even though at the end of the day when you left and I shut the door, all I could do was laugh laugh laugh, not the ha ha ha im so amused kind of laugh, but rather the ha ha ha im such a stupid fucker its beginning to be quite funny kind of laugh. All I could do was try to make you go ha ha ha im amused, but what offered I in deepest, truest comfort? So I sat back and giggled, sighed, giggled, pondering over what a fool I was, not just any kind of fool, but a fool for you, it scares me, I think it’ll scare you too, so it’s secret. Then after a while sitting wasn’t enough so I lay down with the dying throes of my dying laughter and waited for home, sweet home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;Yet, in the end, you still make me feel better. Why? Maybe it’s because despite all my faults and all my shortcomings and all my demons you still make me feel like a real person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:arbieandchubbs:626</id>
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    <title>Nel cor piu non mi sento</title>
    <published>2007-12-28T16:39:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-28T16:39:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was&amp;nbsp;wrong, it sucks to feel&amp;nbsp;needed one day and then treated like trash the next.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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