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  <title>manangleda</title>
  <subtitle>manangleda</subtitle>
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    <name>manangleda</name>
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  <updated>2006-08-09T00:13:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:1574</id>
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    <title>busy busy busy!!!</title>
    <published>2006-08-08T12:22:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-09T00:13:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">have to study. have to sleep. have to eat.. how can i live like this. &lt;br /&gt;gotta learn multi-tasking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just passed by to say hi. &lt;br /&gt;god. &lt;br /&gt;when will i be able to update this thing. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, really update!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;may the lord bless us all.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:1526</id>
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    <title>admit it.am mushyyy.</title>
    <published>2006-07-23T03:22:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-23T03:29:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seasons of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack of the movie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RENT &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL &lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Six hundred minutes, &lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Moments so dear. &lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Six hundred minutes &lt;br /&gt;How do you measure, measure a year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights &lt;br /&gt;In cups of coffee &lt;br /&gt;In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Six hundred minutes &lt;br /&gt;How do you measure &lt;br /&gt;A year in the life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about love? &lt;br /&gt;How about love? &lt;br /&gt;How about love? Measure in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of love. Seasons of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE &lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Six hundred minutes! &lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Journeys to plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hundred twenty-five thousand &lt;br /&gt;Six hundred minutes &lt;br /&gt;How do you measure the life &lt;br /&gt;Of a woman or a man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLINS &lt;br /&gt;In truths that she learned, &lt;br /&gt;Or in times that he cried. &lt;br /&gt;In bridges he burned, &lt;br /&gt;Or the way that she died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL &lt;br /&gt;It's time now to sing out, &lt;br /&gt;Tho' the story never ends &lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate &lt;br /&gt;Remember a year in the life of friends &lt;br /&gt;Remember the love! &lt;br /&gt;Remember the love! &lt;br /&gt;Seasons of love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE &lt;br /&gt;Oh you got to got to Remember the love! remember the love, &lt;br /&gt;You Measure in love know that love is a gift from up above Seasons of love. &lt;br /&gt;Share love, give love spread love Measure measure you life in love.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:1220</id>
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    <title>eng1</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T05:34:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T05:34:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">feelings commit us to one another, and thus involves the risk of disappointment. they make us take sides, blurt out awkward truths, form personal preferences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'playing it cool,' on the other hand, means being 'with it' until the going gets rough, then, turning without regret to something else - another mate, another job, another cause. it may spare us a lot of heartache, self-searching and struggle. but when you subtract the feeling from marriage, from friendship or work, what is left? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can share money, food and sex with another and still remain &lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETE STRANGERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, &lt;br /&gt;the only way you can mean anything to another human being is to share his feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--B., pp 109 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottom line is, we fall, we take risks. a little scary, yes. &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else better to do anyway. &lt;br /&gt;or is there?!&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:951</id>
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    <title>sampip.. worth it.</title>
    <published>2006-07-15T09:38:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-15T09:44:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sampip&lt;br /&gt;parokya ni edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love shoes of certain kinds&lt;br /&gt;Some people love afternoons or the way the moon shines&lt;br /&gt;And they have their own reasons to feel the way they do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I ask myself, what it is with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Is there something wrong with the way I speak&lt;br /&gt;Do you even see me when I pass you on the street&lt;br /&gt;I'll close my eyes and let it be&lt;br /&gt;Because I just can't see why you love to hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERLUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love weekends because they can fool around&lt;br /&gt;Some people love thunderstorms because of how the drops of rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And they have their own reasons whatever they may be&lt;br /&gt;That's why I think it's kind of funny that you don't have one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks to face the truth that I ain't got no reasons too&lt;br /&gt;Whenever asked the simple question why I feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's stupid on my part to say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know you hate me and you don't know why you do</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:754</id>
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    <title>arrest!</title>
    <published>2006-07-13T10:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-13T10:35:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">321........</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:manangleda:447</id>
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    <title>wapak</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T09:45:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T09:45:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">first ever entry..hmmm. nothing much.  nothing worthy to tell.  does anybody ever read things like these?!  hehe.. survey lang.</content>
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