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  <title>I'm served in a shot, so suck it down like a man.</title>
  <subtitle>my heart dies on me</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-09-15T02:30:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:179366</id>
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    <title>Such Great Heights</title>
    <published>2009-09-15T02:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-15T02:30:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles&lt;br /&gt;In our eyes are mirror images and when&lt;br /&gt;We kiss they're perfectly aligned&lt;br /&gt;And I have to speculate that God himself&lt;br /&gt;Did make us into corresponding shapes like&lt;br /&gt;Puzzle pieces from the clay&lt;br /&gt;And true, it may seem like a stretch, but&lt;br /&gt;Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled&lt;br /&gt;Head when you're away when I am missing you to death&lt;br /&gt;When you are out there on the road for&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks of shows and when you scan&lt;br /&gt;The radio, I hope this song will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see us waving from such great&lt;br /&gt;Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks perfect from far away,&lt;br /&gt;'come down now,' but we'll stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to leave this all on your&lt;br /&gt;Machine but the persistent beat it sounded&lt;br /&gt;Thin upon listening&lt;br /&gt;And that frankly will not fly. You will hear&lt;br /&gt;The shrillest highs and lowest lows with&lt;br /&gt;The windows down when this is guiding you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:178565</id>
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    <title>I'll be there for you.</title>
    <published>2009-09-14T07:55:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-14T07:55:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll be back for more excitement, mean while enjoy the new look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:178391</id>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-04-23T22:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-23T14:01:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-18T18:14:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've Moved. Far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'cos this is not where i'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautiflyer.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;JasmineMichelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:177935</id>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-04-17T01:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T17:05:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T17:05:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Fucking tired. Damn tired. Getting older already. Everything has to come to an end. I need a break away to any island. But not Pulau Ubin or what Ku Ku Island. I need some sun tanning and booze on beach. That's what I'm asking for now, 3 days will do. Let me enjoy it. On the other hand, I will pull through it!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:177689</id>
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    <title>祝君好</title>
    <published>2009-04-15T02:32:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-15T02:32:02Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:177462</id>
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    <title>Tainted Love</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T18:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T18:11:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p252/jasmichelle/Picture10-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I ran to you &lt;br /&gt;Now I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've  given&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not  nearly all&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:177242</id>
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    <title>ain't no last kiss.</title>
    <published>2009-04-12T18:49:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-12T18:50:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My mind just got blew off with some motherfucker. Sometimes, they are out to piss me, but I'm not gonna care. I just love to whine and whine non-stop. So what they are giving me obstacles, Imma show it to them that I can go pass it. They are just some assholes that don't think. All the shits stuck all over them. I bet they had constipation. That's so sad for them for being so pretentious. Good for them that they act well, but on the other hand, they couldn't be any lousy. 'Cos the smart me see through them, as easy as ABC. Maybe they can continue in this matter, 'cos they are just brushing their stupidness on my toe nails, if they ever step on the toe, I will make sure that ICU&amp;nbsp;is next for them. MOTHER&amp;nbsp;FUCKER&amp;nbsp;HELLA&amp;nbsp;SHITS!!!&amp;nbsp;FUCKTARD&amp;nbsp;MOTHERFUCKERS!!&amp;nbsp;Piece of useless crap. Nothing better to do, just shut it off. !!!&amp;nbsp;BOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&amp;nbsp;GAME&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;NOT&amp;nbsp;YET&amp;nbsp;OVER!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:176896</id>
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    <title>0604</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T05:01:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T05:01:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The image of you seems so real. Every move you made, it brightens my day. Every limbs I&amp;nbsp;held, seems so soft and tender. The kisses were all planted on you, for you. I couldn't ask for more, for you're the beginning but I really wish it was for real. It's been 2 days 2 nights with all the so near yet so far. When's my turn? My turn to give you the most care and concern that a person won't. The endless love that I would give. Maybe it's just too early, I'll try harder to get myself there. Wait for me, lil' rascal. xo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:176665</id>
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    <title>we'll make something out of this mess</title>
    <published>2009-04-03T04:40:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-03T04:40:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if all else fails then the ship won&amp;rsquo;t set sail. &lt;br /&gt;God forbid but I guess the both of us will bail.&lt;br /&gt;But as far as I can tell I think things will be swell. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me cry tears like diamonds?&lt;br /&gt;Down and down they fly, faster and faster like the speed of our love. &lt;br /&gt;Batting a thousand, but a home-run crack at love. &lt;br /&gt;This is where I tell you that, I know love's what I need to work at. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So now the two of us rely on each other. &lt;br /&gt;With our premonitions out in the gutter. &lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I&amp;rsquo;d make it this far.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll make it seem like I&amp;rsquo;m stronger but I&amp;rsquo;m quite the actor. &lt;br /&gt;And now I&amp;rsquo;m so caught up and I can&amp;rsquo;t escape this pattern. &lt;br /&gt;But when I started losing hope, there you were, there you bloomed.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:176613</id>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-04-02T11:31:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T03:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T03:34:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All said, never rush, never think much, never plan for that for it may not come. For now, I'm sure for that 'cos I've been trying very very hard. I'll just let nature takes its course. I&amp;nbsp;do not wanna stop from where it is, it's gonna be damn awful if it's heard. I'm pretty much sad about this issue but life still has to go on. And I've planned about something.. I'm going for 7 days detox with mainly: Plain water/Japanese Green tea leaves and 2 kinda fruits per day. Hear from me ... till then</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:176342</id>
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    <title>Heart Burn</title>
    <published>2009-03-31T23:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-31T23:10:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a long time since I&amp;nbsp;had it. And&amp;nbsp;I'm running on UK&amp;nbsp;timing. Good night kiddos. (:</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:176024</id>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-03-30T16:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-30T09:02:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-30T09:02:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p252/jasmichelle/2634_65712627255_586482255_2113047_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 beauties found their white horses prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night spells; &amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;INCREDIBLE&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;J.Mich&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:175704</id>
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    <title>in exchange for happpiness</title>
    <published>2009-03-26T20:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-26T20:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've got so much things to say, so much things that I&amp;nbsp;wanna say about MEN and WOMEN. Both genders are always hunting for the same things but none feels awkward when comes to doing it. In my opinion, I&amp;nbsp;feel kinda fuck-dup over this. I'm 21. Yes, I'm still young but I can say that I had enough fun unless the devil unleashed again. I've seen so much, I've heard so much about, &amp;quot;Nothing's last forever.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I've even heard something which is so damn fucking ridiculous that I couldn't help laughing hard.&amp;nbsp;Now there's only one thing that bothers me, &amp;quot;my future?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;It's a question mark 'cos up till now, I don't know my goals. I&amp;nbsp;could only wait till coming June for the last results. I really want a best outta myself but there's not much encouragement. Everyday I'm living in a fighting battles with the sexes and games of the losers. I'm tired, I'm really fucking tired. I'm so tired that I&amp;nbsp;wish to cry but.. the tears are dry. I really need a break but I couldn't afford to. The time, the money, the responsible... I've got so much to worry now. I've to plan for my future now, what I really need and not what I&amp;nbsp;really want. One last thing which I'm concerned about is my health.. I know it clearly that I&amp;nbsp;need to do something about it if not... things will get bad and I've to face the worst consequences. Grow up girl, you've got a few decades more before catching a new breath at the new world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: moodless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;j.mich</content>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-03-24T04:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-23T20:52:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-23T20:52:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm at my worst now.. &lt;br /&gt;same as last year... everything changes except the time. &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate MARCH!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:springal:175135</id>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-03-23T06:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-22T22:40:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-22T22:40:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;hate the feeling of carrying heavy burden but time wait for no men. I'm anxious.. I'm excited at the same time but now...&amp;nbsp; just one thing that pulls me down.. confidence. That's what I'm lacking of, I looked down myself once again. I'm afraid I&amp;nbsp;can't do it well. How now brown cow?!&amp;nbsp;I'm in dilemma. That's so shitty. I feel like drinking all over again, I&amp;nbsp;wanna see myself so drunk that I don't remember my whereabouts. I wanna see myself so drunk that I wake up with splitting headaches. I wanna see myself so drunk that I zonked. Just once, let me have this kinda feeling.. The feelings I never had it. I wanna drink so much that I puke and lie straight on floor, and make sure someone carries me home safe and sound. When's the day?</content>
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    <title>Change.</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T12:07:40Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T12:07:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p252/jasmichelle/Picture5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the see-through, I think you lost yourself too.&lt;br /&gt; Throughout all of this confusion, I hope I somehow get to you.&lt;br /&gt; I practiced all the things I'd say to tell you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt; And when I finally get my chance, it all seems so surreal.&lt;br /&gt; Cause from the first time I saw you, I only thought about you.&lt;br /&gt; I didn't know you, I wanted to hold on to..&lt;br /&gt; The things you'd never say to me.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-03-18T02:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T18:47:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-17T18:47:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;WANNA&amp;nbsp;GET&amp;nbsp;SOMETHING&amp;nbsp;FROM&amp;nbsp;EUROPE!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But what should I get?&amp;nbsp;It's gonna be my birthday present.</content>
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    <title>Our promise.</title>
    <published>2009-03-14T06:53:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-14T06:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p252/jasmichelle/promise.jpg" style="width: 688px; height: 493px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:&amp;nbsp;Don't pray pray with me ho.!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>springal @ 2009-03-12T13:46:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-12T05:52:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-12T05:52:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drink drank bang!&amp;nbsp;Previous day I got myself banged to the fucking wall caused my arm muscles tear and bruised legs. I&amp;nbsp;guess this is life, I&amp;nbsp;thought I would have die easily cause I&amp;nbsp;could heard a loud bang straight to my head. Lucky me that I'm still alive, unlucky me that I&amp;nbsp;caused so much trouble that everyone is so worried about me. They hold my golden pass now, so I can't do anything much to them. Life's pretty unfair but who cares, I&amp;nbsp;will definitely wanna get what I&amp;nbsp;want and I will be damn selfish unless otherwise stated. I'm not that stupid/dumb woman anymore. I self-protect myself a lot now. Let's see who's the winner. For a happier note, I'm getting married lawfully first then I'll get it done traditionally in the near future. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO</content>
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    <title>3rd consecutive days.</title>
    <published>2009-03-05T19:28:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-05T19:28:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Though I'm working, I still drink as much as I&amp;nbsp;could. Now I'm back home, gonna play chess with the dreamer and wake up early for work again. No day no night, No work no life, No money go and die!&amp;nbsp;Good night everyone. I&amp;nbsp;wish great weekends ahead. I&amp;nbsp;love Wednesday especially with my good brothers unless no one cries. Fucked-dup Wed&amp;nbsp;I had for this week. Loves, J.Mich. MUACCKSS!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>we belong together</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T09:44:05Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-27T18:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Finally after a year of not seeing Miss Ding (my dua eh), I&amp;nbsp;saw her last night playing 5,10 with me. She's god damn hilarious, talking non-stop and she claimed that I'm drunk or whatever shit. Oh please, I think I'm much more clearer than her. (lol)&amp;nbsp;Despite my lousy mood yesterday, I still enjoyed myself totally. I&amp;nbsp;almost cried out for a moment but I&amp;nbsp;kept it to myself 'cos I don't wanna be a wet blanket. So, it's another bottle followed by another then another before calling it a day. I think we are growing stronger each and everyday. We love St James so much that we always leave early in the morning whereby you can see those staffs clearing rubbish outta clubs. Then we will roam around the carpark, stood there, talked for a fucking long time before saying goodbye. Our goodbyes are always long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua eh is a damn cheeky person. 'Cos she's so naughty that she surprised me in club, which she never even give signal, I&amp;nbsp;wonder how she passed her driving. (haha) She slimmed down so much, now became so super duper fucking really seriously obviously damn SKINNY-to-the-bones. She's such a poor lil' thing, if I&amp;nbsp;see her, I'll feed her more than she couldn't imagine. Although we never see each other for a year, we still got so much things to talk about and to laugh about. I wonder what's our real connection and what's the chemistry in us that bonded us so strong. I agreed totally that absence makes the heart grow fonder. I&amp;nbsp;missed her so much that I wanna drink as much as we could, as long as the dawn doesn't break. But time wait for no men. Sickening bitch. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Dua eh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p252/jasmichelle/n727410037_6038604_2584618.jpg" style="width: 316px; height: 303px;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I&amp;nbsp;reached home, I&amp;nbsp;knocked off at 7am and said good morning to Mr Sunny then wakie at 3pm to say good day to Miss Rainy. What a day to slack and chill at home. If there's a wine-opener I'm sure I'll enjoy myself on bed. What the fish that you have red wine and glass but not the opener. What a Cork. Time to say goodbye to my home, gonna have some bbq food in an hour time. (Yummilicious)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: In a relationship, there's no distance count, we are just a call away, not far tho. &lt;br /&gt;3 more months to a year since I&amp;nbsp;last talked/saw you.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;miss those crazy games/times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is so hard to part, Something are meant to leave, Something that could never mend. But, Something can be solved. There's always a solution to every problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO:&amp;nbsp;Gossip Girl is Dead.</content>
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