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  <title>shazza</title>
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  <updated>2005-06-23T01:47:34Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:30521</id>
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    <title>growing on me</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T01:47:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T01:47:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"Growing On Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get rid of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who is growing on who&lt;br /&gt;'Cos everywhere I go you're there&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you out of my hair&lt;br /&gt;Can't pretend that I don't care - it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being punished for all my offences&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences&lt;br /&gt;I wanna banish you from whence you came&lt;br /&gt;But you're part of me now&lt;br /&gt;And I've only got myself to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)&lt;br /&gt;Any fool can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my head&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a life until you're dead&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard what I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna shake you off but you just won't go&lt;br /&gt;And you're all over me but I don't want anyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That you're attached to me, that's how you've grown&lt;br /&gt;Won't you leave me, leave me alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)&lt;br /&gt;Any fool can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)&lt;br /&gt;You're really growing on me&lt;br /&gt;(Or am I growing on you?)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:30395</id>
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    <title>Slide</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T00:48:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T00:48:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Artist: Goo Goo Dolls Lyrics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you whisper in my ear &lt;br /&gt;The things you wanna feel &lt;br /&gt;I'll give you anything &lt;br /&gt;To feel it comin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wake up on your own &lt;br /&gt;And wonder where you are &lt;br /&gt;You live with all your faults &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up where you are &lt;br /&gt;I won't say anything at all &lt;br /&gt;So why don't you slide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're gonna let it, slide &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love the life you killed &lt;br /&gt;The priest is on the phone &lt;br /&gt;Your father hit the wall &lt;br /&gt;Your ma disowned you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't suppose I'll ever know &lt;br /&gt;What it means to be a man &lt;br /&gt;Something I can't change &lt;br /&gt;I'll live around it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything you ever &lt;br /&gt;Dreamed to be complete &lt;br /&gt;Little pieces of the nothing that fall &lt;br /&gt;May put your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;What you feel is what you are &lt;br /&gt;And what you are is beautiful &lt;br /&gt;May do you wanna get married &lt;br /&gt;Or run away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do anything you ever &lt;br /&gt;Dreamed to be complete &lt;br /&gt;Little pieces of the nothing that fall &lt;br /&gt;May put your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;What you feel is what you are &lt;br /&gt;And what you are is beautiful &lt;br /&gt;May do you wanna get married &lt;br /&gt;Or run away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:30007</id>
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    <title>Love Moves In Mysterious Ways... doesn't it?</title>
    <published>2005-06-01T00:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-01T00:59:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who'd have thought&lt;br /&gt;This is how the pieces fit?&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't even try making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;br /&gt;How we ever came this far&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had reasons&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on my heart, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery &lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a chance we take&lt;br /&gt;We make plans &lt;br /&gt;But then love demands a leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though we think we know &lt;br /&gt;which way the river flows&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way love goes, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;two hearts beat as one&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;the ways it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:29712</id>
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    <title>how does one loses his/her sanity?</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T07:31:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T07:31:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i went to do some errands this afternoon for the office and on my way back while waiting for a ride, i saw a man, maybe in 20-30 years old, not really sure. he was talking and shouting alone to himself. i kinda almost freak out when suddenly i noticed he's already behind me. geez! im never been glad when my ride came. whew! i wouldnt know what to react if he could have approched me or something.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:29500</id>
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    <title>pahiyas festival</title>
    <published>2005-05-16T09:38:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-17T02:51:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i had a trip with my family yesterday to lucban in quezon province to witness and the pahiyas festival. its trully a wonderful sight. but for the life of me! we walked and walked until our feet get calloused. i guess for almost the whole time we're there we've been walking and walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here are some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0002.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0004.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0010.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0008.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0012.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0013.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0044.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0043.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0055.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0057.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0032.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0038.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/secretsfriend/pahiyas_festival/PHOT0024.jpg" height="150" width="150" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:29256</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2005-05-13T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T06:12:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T06:12:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:28931</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2005-05-13T08:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-13T00:56:34Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-13T00:56:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the more you have to write things down, the more you are unable to do so bacause of the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work first...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:28843</id>
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    <title>what they called work</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T10:56:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T10:56:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i guess this is what they called WORK. now I know how is it like to have a job...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:28437</id>
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    <title>test</title>
    <published>2005-05-10T11:30:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-10T11:30:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">testing new windows client for lj</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:28409</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-09-02T02:10:00</title>
    <published>2003-09-01T18:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-01T18:10:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">damn, time is most definitely flying fast. seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into hours and hours into days and days into weeks and so on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've spent some time thinking of my current situation. for so long, i've been void of romance and all of a sudden, a certain guy i'm really fond of came out of the scene again. sort of an old flame who was somehow reignited again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this guy was a classmate way back in grade school. back then we were never close. it was only when we meet again a few years ago that we became like buddies. i was already working then and he's still in school. from then on, from time to time we would go out have a drink, chit chat here and there, the usual. most of the time with the presence of other friends. we went out before but because of circumstance and other factors, we never became an item although I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, he's getting in touch with me again. i was surprised but found myself real happy when he came to visit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, here comes the tough part. i think i made such a wrong move and i get queassy about it. i shouldn't have fell into the trap but... ughh! now i don't know what will i do next. i wouldn't want to screw things up again coz i really like him but i made a mistake already. i don't want another good thing to just slip through my hands again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bothered and confused.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:28157</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-18T23:37:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-18T15:37:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-18T15:37:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">now i'm back to my mundane existence. every day going to be a routine that i have to act out. same shit, different day.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:27706</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-18T01:02:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-17T17:02:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-17T17:06:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">from my last post, i talked about going to the wedding of a friend yesterday. you know what happened? i didn't get the chance to ride with my friend as what i've stated coz again i got lazy to get up in time. i kind'a had qualms about going coz i'm late and don't have a gift to bring. but eventually, i'd decided to go regardless. i went on my own. the ceremony was already finished when i reached the church. i'm just glad that they haven't left yet coz i don't know where the reception would be. i saw other friends and ride along with them to the reception place. i wouldn't bore you on the trivial details of the reception coz i know you know what goes on a wedding reception. well, as it should be, the wedding turned out well. the wedding finished off early so we decided to go hang out somewhere and go for booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get back home only til this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, just a note. in the group, i'm the only girl who doesn't have a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caio for now</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:27498</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-16T04:05:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-15T20:05:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-15T20:05:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i should still be in bed sleeping by now. but because i woke up very late this morning i can't get to sleep. i must leave early this morning for my friend's wedding. well, i wouldn't have to if i don't want to. the wedding starts at 3 pm and i don't have any participation in it. i'm just invited to attend. but to save money and avoid rush i have to go to my friend's place for the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what? i feel like not going. i feel lazy in going. i never really liked going to this kind of gatherings. i don't know why. i can't describe the feeling. i just can't put it into words. the thought of seeing other friends again is what keeps me in going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on another note. i went out with my cousin earlier to buy a gift for this wedding. but my budget's out of hand. i didn't have enough money for the item i chose to buy and couldn't find something cheaper but nice so i made up my mind. i guess she won't shoo me away for not having one. maybe i'll just find a way to get one later if i still have time. or maybe just ask my other friend to add my name on her gift. hehe. guess she'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the street on the way back home, walking toward a food store to get something to take home, i bumped into an old chum from highschool. just a quick exchanging of greetings before we head off. and there includes jokingly remarked on my front bumpers. of all the parts in my body to be noticed! oh guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that would be it for now. i hope i won't get lazy to get up later.</content>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-15T00:56:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-14T16:56:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-14T17:05:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">again, there was nothing worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know that you can get your hands callouses and blisters in ironing piles and piles of clothes specially on a very hot and humid day. maybe not to those that're used to it. actually, i'm not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got my lazy ass up yesterday. the people in the house were like teasing me for one. ironing clothes specially loads is very infrequent for me to do. who would like to press stacks of clothing anyway? but yesterday (i don't know what's got into me) i performed the chore. but i didn't last long. after pressing a few i stopped and rest for a while coz i didn't like the feeling that it brought to my hand. but at 1:30am i decided to carry on coz the hell i don't know why but i wanted to and sleep still eludes me. i pressed more clothes until around 3:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying up til odd hours and sleeping to odd hours make me do unusual things. i should try to sleep at better times now.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:27105</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-13T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-12T16:52:44Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-14T14:49:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">can't help it. they're just so darn cutees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/titachocol8/f461.jpg" width="150" height="115" alt="" align="bottom"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:26646</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-09T23:51:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-09T15:51:35Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-09T15:51:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">right now i'm staying at home on a saturday night, a usual activity now. sleeping would be nice but there are just some nights when sleep eludes you. specially when you get used to sleeping at odd hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when you're alone that the pain hits you. the television just isn't good enough companion. a good book is always good but then the book isn't really good for snuggling. then it really hurts... the loneliness gets to you. i mean i should get used to this by now but it never gets any easier. i mean, at times i just want to go out with someone for the sake of having someone but then that wouldn't be right now would it? it really sucks being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm in one of those depressed moods. it'll go anyway. argh!</content>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-08T23:30:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-08T15:15:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-08T15:15:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">haven't been writing all that much. not that i'm very much occupied or something. it's only that i don't have anything a bit interesting to write about. just trying to chill out.</content>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-08-06T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-06T15:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-06T15:43:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i wished i know just how to write better</content>
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    <title>some supertitious belief</title>
    <published>2003-07-17T16:23:46Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-17T16:23:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't know if you have heard it or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my nephew's first birthday today. but prior to this day, he has been getting sick frequently...&lt;br /&gt;so to avoid of my nephew's being frequently sick, my brother sold his son to me at my own price. well, literally yes, but of course not in its true meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, how, where it came from? honestly, i have no idea whatsoever. mom just told us so and just did what she told us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever!</content>
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    <title>slacking off</title>
    <published>2003-07-07T16:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-07T16:09:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who's MemeJack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" width="80%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellspacing="1" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#ffffff"&gt;crazy_susan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Magic Number&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Job&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;9 to 5 Lifer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Personality&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Slacker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Temperament&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Best Not To Ask&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Sexual&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Just Say No&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Likely To Win&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;The Lottery&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Me - In A Word&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Genius&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#bbbbbb"&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30%"&gt;&lt;font size="2" color="#000000"&gt;Colour&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#0000ff" valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#999999"&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castlemooch.net/memejack/homepage.asp"&gt;Brought to you by MemeJack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.castlemooch.net/memejack/ljname.asp" method="POST"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="txtName" size="40" maxlength="50"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="cmdSubmit" value="What Does My LJ Name Mean?"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="txtProcess" value="1"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-06-27T14:29:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-27T06:29:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-27T06:29:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;form action="http://www.deskslave.org/silly/deathday.cgi" method="post"&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" colspan="2" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Deathday!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Your name:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;crazy_susan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die on:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Friday, February 17, 2034&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;You will die of:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Heart Disease (Cholesterol) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;Username:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="username" value="ENTER USERNAME"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="What&amp;#39;s my Deathday?"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/"&gt;Created by &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" style="vertical-align:bottom;border:0;"&gt;Quill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! it was moved</content>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-06-26T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-25T16:37:24Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-25T16:37:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'll be busy again for a while. but it won't take long. just got a new project to do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:23868</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-06-21T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-21T15:58:36Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-21T15:58:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just got back home</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:23559</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-06-07T15:59:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-07T07:59:16Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-07T07:59:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">haay! i just never thought that i would be so engross with this MG - F4 thingy. never in my life that i did something like this. argh! x_x</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:crazy_susan:23314</id>
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    <title>crazy_susan @ 2003-06-07T01:37:00</title>
    <published>2003-06-06T17:37:33Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-06T17:37:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;sa simula pa lang alam ko na hindi ako tatagal sa trabaho'ng pinasukan ko. nakakatamad naman talaga lalo na kapag wala ka'ng interes sa trabaho'ng pinasukan mo kahit pa sabihin na okay naman ang mga kasama mo. eh gano'n talaga eh. pagkatapos ng dalawang araw hindi na ako pumasok. ewan ko ba, hindi naman sa nawalan na ako ng gana, tinamad lang ako talaga. pero kahit gano'n, kahit isa'ng linggo na rin ako'ng di sumipot tinawagan pa rin nila ako. pakiramdam ko gusto naman nila ako. lalo na yu'ng head namin. siya pa mismo ang tumatawag sa akin para bumalik. pero hindi pa naman talaga ako nagpaalam. naisip ko sayang din naman. lalo na ngayon na mahirap talaga maghanap ng bagong trabaho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa isang linggo siguro papasok muli ako. aayusin ko lang lahat ng kailangan. may matatanggap din naman ako kahit papa'no. okay na rin pandagdag sa mga gastusin namin. isa pa, hindi naman siya malayo sa bahay kung iisipin. hindi na ako mamomroblema sa iba pang gastusin. ang magiging problema ko na lang ay ang paggising. matagal na rin kasi akong hindi pumapasok sa opisina ng maaga. kaya nahihirapan pa ako'ng mag adjust sa paggising sa umaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay... ang hirap talaga pag walang hangarin sa buhay. nakukontento kung ano man ang nasa bahay. pero kahit papa'no paminsan-minsa'y nagninilay - ganito na lamang ba ako habambuhay? hindi ko rin naman gusto ang umasa. paano na pag nawala sila? baka sa aking pag-i-isa pulutin na lang ako sa bangketa isang umaga.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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