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  <title>All that jazz.</title>
  <subtitle>Just another day.</subtitle>
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    <name>malakina</name>
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  <updated>2006-10-22T20:35:45Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:2780</id>
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    <title>I moved school</title>
    <published>2006-10-22T20:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-22T20:35:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well I had this amazing dream last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved school to like england or somwhere, well at least I'm assuming it was england since my cousin (Jade) was there.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I moved school and Jade was about to give me a tour of the school when the bell went so she asked her teacher to show me my class. We ended up gonig to the wrong class but Kirstin was there and I had a heart attack when I seen her and I shouted, in the middle of their class, "We have ot meet up at break"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up finding out I had music, which was weird since I didn't pick music. But anyway Jade left me as I went to music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found music easily and went in and handed the teacher a note and took a seat near the back next to this guy who was like 16... So the teacher handed the note about the class, explaining I was new, and the guy next to me and says "Hi Martin... I would tell you who I am... But you wouldn't beleive me..." &lt;br /&gt;I replied "Oh, no.. .tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;He mumbles something twice which I didn't hear but it sounded like "I'm prince (insert name here, I forget) the 13th" and he sounded really honest... at first I thought he was bamming me up so to be polite I was just like "Really?" &lt;br /&gt;Then he laughed and some other guy at the front of the class laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking omg I hate this place, I want to go back to Notre Dame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then three girls came into the class (Abotu ages 11,14,16) ad the oldest sat next to me and was like "Hey, so you're Martin?" And then we like became friends or something....&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher announces it was the guy who was sitting next to me's birthday so everyone was singing happy birthday to him except me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it skipped to a big dining table with the whole music class again and at this point I figured this was all a dream but at the same time I still tohguht it was real... So I told the class they didn't exist and that this was all a dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the last thing I remember...&lt;br /&gt;The kind of sad thing was, when I was in that dream school I didn't think of any of my friends...&lt;br /&gt;And yet... I loved that school more than anything ever....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:2415</id>
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    <title>Scenery</title>
    <published>2006-10-15T20:47:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-15T20:47:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Scenery is going to be good, I'm gonig to work as hard as I can and if anything gets "Stressfull" I'll ignore it and be all like "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;xD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:2069</id>
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    <title>Trust</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T23:42:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T23:42:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Trust has become a big issue in my group of friends and my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that even when you think you can trust someone, it doesn't necessarily mean so.&lt;br /&gt;I know this has been affecting other people, they know who they are...&lt;br /&gt;But I lost trust in my family a long time ago and now I think that my group is losing trust in one another.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe trust doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just depends on however someone is feeling one day...&lt;br /&gt;If they are feeling loyal or in a bad mood and want to bring others down with them.&lt;br /&gt;Right now someone has told me something that someone had apaprantly said...&lt;br /&gt;And I trust both of these people very much so...&lt;br /&gt;But then who should I believe?&lt;br /&gt;I mean neither of them would delibrately do anything to hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that is jsut me plaing my trust in them...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I've found my equivalent of 'postsecret' on that other site.&lt;br /&gt;I can jsut post all my secrets and not worry about it ever getting out yet knowing that it is off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;It's really great.&lt;br /&gt;But there are otehr times when you just need someone who will say the right words and cheer you up instantly...&lt;br /&gt;And you have no need to fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good ol days when I didnt have secrets to share and I didnt have to worry about anyone stabbing me in the back because (ironically) we were too immature to backstab people...&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends, no doubt about that, but I just wonder what one is telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me on to the subject of truth.&lt;br /&gt;Why does the truth have to be so harsh?&lt;br /&gt;And is truth always the best policy?&lt;br /&gt;Well quite frankly yes.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know the truth sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;But its better than fooling yourself into a false sense of security, waiting to fall and probably hit harder than you would have if someone had told you whatever it was in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I like the truth, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not overly-sensitive and if someone says something I'll take it in my stride.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just smile and get on with it...&lt;br /&gt;and everthing works fine.&lt;br /&gt;Someone would tell me the truth and everything would be fine...&lt;br /&gt;If only it was as simple as that...&lt;br /&gt;The truth doesn't come easily the majority of the time.&lt;br /&gt;the truth is hard to uncover and you dont always benefit from it but I think in the end its better finding it now rather than wasting your time on a false life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now I shall stop typing away on my laptop and probably do what I should be doing now which is sleep. So I shall post this entry, exit livejournal, turn of my laptop and face the reality of life... Which is that the truth is harsh and hard to find... But it's worth it in the end.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:1951</id>
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    <title>Okay...</title>
    <published>2006-09-25T21:14:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-25T21:14:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm only slightly obsessed with the mint.&lt;br /&gt;Seriosuly It's a great wee programme.&lt;br /&gt;Really really great.&lt;br /&gt;I luffers it....&lt;br /&gt;A pity its only on from like 12 till 4...&lt;br /&gt;It is the source of my tiredness issues (except from homework)&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I started drawing chibis for my comic, they are coming along well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:1614</id>
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    <title>Cara is no longer....</title>
    <published>2006-09-20T20:58:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-20T20:58:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sorry everoyne but Cara doesn't exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We decided we wante dto give her a man name so she is now Tyler now.&lt;br /&gt;So you all have to call her Tyler.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:1323</id>
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    <title>Change</title>
    <published>2006-09-16T22:22:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-16T22:22:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everyone has to deal with changes.&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;I personally have welcoemd change with open arms and honestly, I'm liking it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is looking up.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:1065</id>
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    <title>A good friend</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T20:11:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T20:11:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Being a good friend is a concept I've only recently grasped.&lt;br /&gt;Being a good friend takes so much time and effort,&lt;br /&gt;And even more to keep that friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there for the friend,&lt;br /&gt;You have to help the friend when they really need you,&lt;br /&gt;You have to be able to make that friend smile...&lt;br /&gt;But most of all...&lt;br /&gt;You have to do what makes them happy...&lt;br /&gt;Even if you would rather not be in that situation,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you would be happier doing something else...&lt;br /&gt;If you're a true friend you'll do what makes them happy and be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to notice this today that even If I would rather be in a totally different situation if the other person is okay then it doesn't matter...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:989</id>
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    <title>Coping with things</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T00:10:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T00:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've come to notice people cope with bad things in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them run to their friends and pour their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;Others just get it off their chest but dont want  attention or sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;And some just pretend nothing is happening and keep saying that they are 'okay' when deep down inside all they want is some help.&lt;br /&gt;I guess true friends can see through this fake attitude and help the person. &lt;br /&gt;And I guess true friends would give sympathy and attention.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess a true friend would listen to their problems and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird watching how each person copes with life and also seeing who is there for them when they truly need them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:724</id>
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    <title>Good in everyone</title>
    <published>2006-09-10T15:31:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-10T15:31:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think there is good in everyone and every day each person shows that.&lt;br /&gt;Wether it's just being there for someone when they need them most...&lt;br /&gt;Or wether they change someone's life for the better...&lt;br /&gt;Or even just a smile or a small acknowledgement...&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone has something good in them.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:malakina:408</id>
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    <title>Here we go.</title>
    <published>2006-09-10T14:39:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-10T14:39:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Woo.&lt;br /&gt;First entry.&lt;br /&gt;Comment and I'll add you to my friends list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Emma is working as usual and Rachel is out with her Dad so I'm left here On the computer as always.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much homework to do since I have like the worst teachers ever in school, it sucks badly.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm putting the homework off untill after I come back from church.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- Jsut a typical day.</content>
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