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  <updated>2007-06-01T13:24:39Z</updated>
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    <title>Capable</title>
    <published>2007-06-01T13:24:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-01T13:24:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Them days where you feel capable of doing anything,  THem days, those days are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up and I feel like I can run faster then ever.  When I can jump higher and think smoothly.  Where inspirations comes with a sweat.  I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls are checking you out and not the other way around (for once!!)  When I'm know I'm capable of making a film.  A film that comes from imaginations, my mind, my thoughts.  I like them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you've just had an amazingly wild night that you wont soon forget, I love those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our falling in love and you cant help it.  When your being loved and you can help it.  Those are the best days of my life .</content>
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    <title>Update,</title>
    <published>2007-05-29T12:21:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-29T12:21:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while I haven't written anything.  Probably cause I've been really happy.  Not that I only post sad shit.  Altough I need to post when feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Still doing kempo, even if I live an hour bus ride away and I dedicate lots of time to get to my class and back.  I started some TaiChi which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seing an amazing person, beautiful and gentil.  I couldn't of asked for a better first girlfriend.  I've been seing lots of people but losing touch with my best friend.  It makes me sad but were both growing in different directions.  I guess that's got to be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a job in china along with Bob.  I'm praying to find something, anything.  I haven't done a any film shti lately but I feel that something is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, That's mainly it.  &lt;br /&gt;Things to do this summer:  Go to tams, a lot&lt;br /&gt;Go to JAzZ fest&lt;br /&gt;Play Music&lt;br /&gt;See lots of Marc and Hopefully V&lt;br /&gt;Go to a rave.&lt;br /&gt;Not do Drugs. &lt;br /&gt;Keep on Working out t'ill it's 6 pack galoure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Ya'll Soon hopefully.</content>
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    <title>Beauty</title>
    <published>2007-04-30T05:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-30T05:39:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let me tell you a story about a beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I meet her, I knew that this person was smart, special, pure in many ways and full of love.  Her little oval eyes had something special inside.  Other then the brown diamond shining at every flicker of light, her look had a mature ignorance that amazed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love of laughter and need to make others smile made my heart rise every minute I was with her.  She seemed to have no selfish needs in her.  She gave so much and never asked for anything other then my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me, one week end on an unforgettable journey.  Took me to visit my family and my mother's grave.  She held my hand while I cried, while I was nervous and uncertain.  She supported my heart for a moment in time.  I will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come and go in life.  moments like these are NEVER to be forgotten.  Being bitter and fighting over inevitable events simply sours the experience and creats a foul taste to the memory that is to come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there yet.  I'm not ready to consider her as a memory.  I hope that I will be held for a little longer.  Feel this floating emotion longer.  See her gazing at me that way she does more often then not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel her tong robbing over me.  Her heart pulsating, her breath get deeper and faster, her hands scraping my back with envy.  She's beautiful when she screams. ...</content>
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    <title>Light Brown</title>
    <published>2007-04-02T05:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-02T05:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Not like the color of her skin.  Unlike the feel of her lips&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not the texture of her nipples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Light brown eyes resonated in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the doors that lead to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came, where our eyes connects &lt;br /&gt;Her look ignites. Mine melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of her breath, &lt;br /&gt;like the vapor of a candle&lt;br /&gt;Was the touch of the angel&lt;br /&gt;Kept worm within a crib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her light brown eyes resonated in my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;Sneaking into the subconscious. &lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the doors that lead to Zen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soft as crystal water, &lt;br /&gt;As pure as a clear sky&lt;br /&gt;Her touch, damping me &lt;br /&gt;With a feeling, a feeling&lt;br /&gt;dare I say love ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touch, moist of a cloud &lt;br /&gt;Free of meaning, free of wanting&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch, pure and soft&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch, damp with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch, I want some more.</content>
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    <title>Wow  Happy.</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T08:31:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T08:31:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">HEllo ALL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  the past month or so has been an unbelievable Good for me.  Nothing has happend to make it amazing butit's definetly the hapiest month I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I can almost sa it's the frist time I truly am happy.  Even with all the crap hapening in life.  Family , friends and other shit.  I'm able to control my moods.  I'm able to speak to myself, my body and mind and say "Hey, lets' have a good day today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It has a lot to do with the fact that everyday life has been fun and full of activity.  I have worked on 2 different Film 3 class films's from Concordia students.  Were I learned from more experienced people, meet new people, made a new friend.  I've been doing my Kempo class's, Did some Capoeira class's and have been working out on my own time.  My diet is definetly a big part of the hapiness.  Eating good and home cooked stuff.  If I get a craving, I go for it.  I still eat what I want and it's working out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Had a good conversation while my brother was wasted.  He got a lot off his chest.  He's a good man.  My only family member left. Had great times with Eddy today,  Haven't seen him in a while.  A day full of deep conversation and good movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pan's labirynth a must see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEace Y'all.  You happy + me happy = peace in the world ?? ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps.</content>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2007-02-20T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-20T21:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-20T21:48:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">La recherche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De temps a autres, dans le mouvement de vie&lt;br /&gt;De ma vie, celle de mes confreres. &lt;br /&gt;On se demandes.&lt;br /&gt;“QUOI ? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA nouvelle venant de mon pere&lt;br /&gt;Aussi ralentie qu’un cheval a 3 pattes.&lt;br /&gt;Aussi douteux que la parole du serpent.&lt;br /&gt;On se Demandes&lt;br /&gt;“QUOI ?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoi ? Ce demandes-t’on moi et mes confreres.&lt;br /&gt;Les rumeurs parvenants d’autruis&lt;br /&gt;On D’irais meme un message d’ange saoul&lt;br /&gt;Ils ne mentiront pas de cette sorte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais “Comment” est la prochaine question&lt;br /&gt;“comment” pourraitent-t’ils garder une telle…&lt;br /&gt;une telle legende dans sa pensee&lt;br /&gt;Une telle tragedie a lui seul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas Comment Mais “Pourquoi”&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi ne pas laisser aller&lt;br /&gt;Laisser voller la douleure, la partager&lt;br /&gt;Ceci ferais du bien a partager &lt;br /&gt;avec nous. Avec moi au moin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais le voir ton esprit.&lt;br /&gt;J’aimerais bien ca voir &lt;br /&gt;la couleur de ton Coeur.&lt;br /&gt;Meme si elle est noire,&lt;br /&gt;Decapitant, le soir&lt;br /&gt;J‘veux le voir.</content>
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    <title>I said a muslim Prayer today</title>
    <published>2007-02-07T03:20:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-07T03:20:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a while since I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing the regular routine in Kempo Class, When My teacher MArlon asked me to hold a breaking board.  Odd thing, he didn't tell me how to hold what to do or how to position myself.  "First timer holding it Here HELLOO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He was showing how to do a proper baum hit to a black belt in the class.  So he hit !  The top half of the board flew towards my head, striking my righ eye brow.  Half an inch lower and I would be a one eyed man.  I kept the half with the blood on it :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I said an prayer for my mom, thanking her for stopping that board from hitting my eye, I felt it.  I know she had something to do with it.  God bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pysseon:12670</id>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2007-02-03T02:50:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T07:50:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T07:50:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">it was past that time.  1:50 am.  &lt;br /&gt;The club was jumping but I was walking.  &lt;br /&gt;Everyone's moving to the bass, strong like earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was looking for a mate but it was to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past a time in a bar, past a time in a club,&lt;br /&gt;you find all those left overs, looking, seeking&lt;br /&gt;wanting some hope for an accompagnied night,&lt;br /&gt;wanting to sleep by anothers warmth's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was past that time. 1:50 am&lt;br /&gt;When she got bumped walking by&lt;br /&gt;When she spilled her drink passing by.&lt;br /&gt;but it was past that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks up in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Saw more then my smile&lt;br /&gt;The despair she glimpsed at&lt;br /&gt;touch her deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keep looking as I did too&lt;br /&gt;Her apology turned to sorrow&lt;br /&gt;turned to pity, turned to pain&lt;br /&gt;She keep looking as I did too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was Past That TIme&lt;br /&gt;She was taking by nine&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was counted for &lt;br /&gt;Everyone but I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look can change you, one look can mean more then any word.  &lt;br /&gt;Dont do what I did, And turn away.  Keep looking  just keep looking.</content>
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    <title>Great Day</title>
    <published>2007-01-21T07:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-21T07:20:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wish everyday of my life is like this one.  Some key things were missing but I'm gonna concentrate on the great ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day with an Amazing breakfast.  Oatmeal with borwn sugar Banana's and Apple slices.  IT gave me all the energy I needed for the upon hours of working out.  Then moved to my Kempo class with Marc Attented.  it's greta to be able to share what you love with your friends.  I know Marc had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then has my test.  2 hours of intense kempo.  3 times as much power needed to be shown, a long with concentration, perfect form, confidence, Stamina, energie, and all that comes along.  A couple of times I reached the point of exahausting.  I reached inside and got that extra energie I needed.  Feels great when you can't go on but you do.  Just keep going  on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my orange belt.  New moves and techniques will be learned shortly,  I can't wait!  Ate, went to bed, then woke up for some Soccer!  A great game was played with my friends.  I didn't do as good as I hope but it was still amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow waking up to another great day.  Going to Help My buddy Shoot his film for concordia.  This is a good week end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the upcoming week after that wont be a bore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is well !</content>
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    <title>White Skin</title>
    <published>2007-01-12T04:46:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-12T04:46:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I walk in, gazing at the specials, &lt;br /&gt;1 Dollar for white bread, 1 dollar for pure liquids&lt;br /&gt;but then I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Milky Skin,  &lt;br /&gt;Eyes of an Asian, &lt;br /&gt;Face of a Canadian.  &lt;br /&gt;Freckles of a native.&lt;br /&gt;Smile of an Angel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she spoke, with such softness, with an eased look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d give 1 million for her white Skin&lt;br /&gt;I'd give 1 million for her voice in a box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where can I find the Mango’s” I asked in nervous state.&lt;br /&gt;“Follow me”&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid that she’ll hear my heart beating.  &lt;br /&gt;It beats like an unstoppable train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it.  She has that walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach over and hold all she’s got to offer.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go there, simply to feel that movement.&lt;br /&gt;Firm or waive?  Side to side,  Up and Down?&lt;br /&gt;Where’s her tickle spot?  Where’s her Horny spot?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I touch her to simply get her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“over there by the ….” &lt;br /&gt;I give her a look.  It’s ALL in my look&lt;br /&gt;The way I wanna Feel her at night&lt;br /&gt;The way I wanna love her in her sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stop dead.  Looking back at me. &lt;br /&gt;The cells inside my mind are shaking out of fear&lt;br /&gt;But I kept calm.  Kept looking back.&lt;br /&gt;For a second I wanted to turn and Run&lt;br /&gt;Another, Step Forward and feel those golden lips on mine&lt;br /&gt;The next, To stop time and dance until Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;For a second we looked at each other, Endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By the, apples.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you” I said, as I blinked my look away.  &lt;br /&gt;As I blinked away all hope of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As my heart retuned to normal.  &lt;br /&gt;As my dreams got swallowed by reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked toward the mango’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;For the Unedited vesion. Msg me and I will send it to you.  &lt;br /&gt;But be worned, I edited it for a reason.  hehehehe</content>
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    <title>Things I love</title>
    <published>2006-12-06T11:26:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-06T11:26:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been complaining a lot lately.  What i'd like to do is list the things that I truly love in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Yanick&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Suzane&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Anja, Chita, Mustafa (kittens)&lt;br /&gt;My Kempo teacher Marlon&lt;br /&gt;My Kempo art&lt;br /&gt;The cold Fresh breath you take once you step outside in the snow&lt;br /&gt;The 5 minutes before you finish work, and the five minutes after&lt;br /&gt;My mom, bothers, father and soon to be half brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;My need, willingness to learn my Mac Programs&lt;br /&gt;My Mac :)&lt;br /&gt;The time between sleep and being awake, where you can go deep into your mind. Where you imaginations runs free&lt;br /&gt;My growth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 620 am and I still dont feel tierd.  I woke up at 4 pm, Im not sure what tomorrow is gonna look like.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Meditating and stretching gives you more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidentaly downloaded the Anarchist cook book.  I dont know how it eneded here but it's one interresting piece ot litterature.  that's for sure.  I'm currently ready the "How to kill a man with your bare hands" chapter.  Not that I intend on killing a man, I just wanna know,  you know,  incase.  I also Wanna compare how deadly in Kempo Exacly.&lt;br /&gt;This one is interresting, "how to rip off Change and Candy machines"  &lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS FREE MARS BARS ????</content>
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    <title>Tierd.</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T05:18:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T05:18:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sleepy, Tierd, &lt;br /&gt;Working 12 hours shift.  4 days a  week.  2 jobs.  wAling All Day,  then on my days off ,  go to Kempo.  I will soon (hopefully) become a very athelitic Man.  &lt;br /&gt;I hate Money.  I wish I didnt have to work for it.  &lt;br /&gt;Lets all be hippies an dExchange favores instead of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im not Complaining,  its better then doing nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;Peace out Yall, &lt;br /&gt; Lets All get wasted together soon Sometime</content>
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    <title>Today</title>
    <published>2006-11-02T08:09:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-02T08:09:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Havent Posted in a while, so I figured I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got fired today.  Second time.  Sux.  Everytime I wanna get a serving job, it ends this way.  And I DONT GEt it..  I simply dont.  I know I give good service to my guests.  I like it when people are satisfied while their leaving the restaurent.  I know that Im good at it.&lt;br /&gt;MAkes me doupt myself when shit like this happens.&lt;br /&gt;I have reson to believe its racial shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im changing.  I am turning into and angry idiot.  Too much weed in the past couple of months.  I gotta stop that shit.&lt;br /&gt;My though process is actually getting more limited on weed.  Not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;For my conversations, I have to dig deep.  i am not as smooth or cool that I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Feels like Im gonna grow into an angrier person.  I almost want to because Ive never really been mad at anyone and it would be a change right??  But thats a stupid way of thinking.  I dont wanna be mad, I just wanna be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Yannick for all the talks he gave me.  He is one of the most inspiering people I know and Im thankful for eveyday that I have in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Dad ans of course my mom.  I wanna thank them both for being who they are.&lt;br /&gt;       ..  I should thank my dad since he can still hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All will be well with me.  Not to worry, I am a fighter, I dont give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Night night.</content>
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    <title>Sorry Mom</title>
    <published>2006-10-06T07:30:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-06T07:30:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I cryed today.  &lt;br /&gt;It felt good to actually cry with trying to.  Usually i think so myslef, I havent cryed in a while.  I put myself in a depressed mood, think of sad shit and maybe get a tear or two.&lt;br /&gt;not today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed my creation.  I pulled the plug on my movie.  It wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have anyone trying to createe this with me.  Im not in the busness of doing crap productions.  I wanted something of real quality.  And for real quality, you need a real team, a real production and time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the acters and crew are in school.  That limited the time they had.  And they were only gettign busier as the semester progressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was on the phone with Jen, then decided to cancel it, the feeling came over me and the tears started droping.  They kept coming and I didnt care to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;I got depressed and broke my faast with a peperoni pizza and had red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wouldnt like that.&lt;br /&gt;sorry mom.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pysseon:10868</id>
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    <title>On My Own.</title>
    <published>2006-10-05T04:49:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-05T04:49:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Im living a pretty high leveled Stress right now.  Im working on a movie that I need to shoot this ween end.  When I say NEED and THIS WEEK END, I mean both of them.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to shoot this film for my apllication to school next year.  I can only shoot it this week end Because in the upcoming month, all my crew, my friends will be working  on their own projects.  They wont have a minute for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a huge amount of pressure that are on my shoulders right now and I dont know if I like it.  I usually like a lot of pressre espacially when it comes to a video/film project.  This time its different.  Im doing this all on my own.  Im producin, directing, I may have to be in it, Im doing to fight choreography, Im gonna be Director of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to knock on strangers doors the other day and ask them If I can use their electricity.  MAn did that feel wierd.  The thing is after this week end, the movie wont be done.  Im gonna need 2 more nighs of shooting.  Thats another whole other organizing and choreographing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Im bitching like a little bitch.  Something is wrong with my attitude and I dont like the fact that I've changed in this way.  I loved the pressure back in the day, I really did.  I still love doing this, its exciting but I;ve never really had this level of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck and pray for a sunny day on saturday.  Cause if its not, Im buying a bottle at the SAQ and drinking it all within a record time !</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Martial Arts.</title>
    <published>2006-09-28T05:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-28T05:23:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For those who of you have felt this before, isnt great ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That feeling after you went for a worthy jog at night.  You sweat and hurt but you go on cause you know that feeling is coming afterwords.  You can feel your muscle get strong with every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you stop and and start to walk.  Every step seem to be higher then the other, like your walking on a cloud and each step  after that is higher.  You start to float and your eyes kinda look in the distance.  You shoulders climb an inch and you seem to be standing straighter then ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That feeling, being bigger in your mind, stronger, faster, more precise.  You close yout eyes for a moment and you think you see it.  You can Definitely feel it, but for one moment you see it.  The energy floating inside you, like a swirl of fireflys in a  perfect motion.  floating around in you, flowing from all over and coming inside YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It feels good</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>RAMADAN</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T16:35:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T16:35:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">RAMADAN&lt;br /&gt;  A delimma To me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Should I do it this year.  If I do that means : No beer, No pork All month.  No Food or water during sunrise.  No trying to pick p girls or even look at them during Sun rise. (thats the hardest part)  I wont be as prepared to go and work out or clim Trees so less working out and tree climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the positive stuf.  Less eating = losing some weight,  I do loss some each year.  And if I try to watch out for what Im going to eat at night, then for sure I willl loss Weight.  (just got a call from my uncle) seing family that i havent seen in a while.  A test of WILL is the bigest part of this month .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and My mom will be proud if I do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I guess the good outweights the bad ...  &lt;br /&gt;Beatifull ladies, I shall put my head down for a while but do not wonder if its you, cause you all look wonderfull,  It is I  ...  Godbye for now.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Thanks Marlon !!</title>
    <published>2006-09-14T05:58:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-14T05:58:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The warrior is tough in loyalty, intensity, determination, bearing, initiative, endurance, courage and strength of will. The warrior is soft in calmness, self-confidence and compassion. The warrior is frequently called upon to step forward when most gladly step back. Warriors exist on the battlefield and in daily life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   People may react to you rudely, selfishly and with malice. Be courteous anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Those you help may whine and offer no thanks. Help them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your honest words may be challenged and ridiculed. Speak anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Success may involve many mistakes and disappointments. Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Your donations may seem too small to matter. Give anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A warrior is a master, ever prepared to improve and to be of service to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my Shaoling Kempo Teacher Marlon Anthony Wilson.</content>
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    <title>Good man Youtube.com</title>
    <published>2006-08-23T07:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-23T07:55:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Allllahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   this isnt a religious statment.  I simply LOVE this songs.  it is so relaxing.  The words do bring back memories and they mean things to me that they probably wont mean the same to others.  Its brings peace to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-L-GOHa5-YQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=-L-GOHa5-YQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Cat Stevens.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2006-08-06T17:38:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-06T21:39:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-06T21:39:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">curious and copied + pasted:&lt;br /&gt;If you had me alone, locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All answers were be permanently screened, so you can say what you truly want without any fear of embarrassment. Answer the question and then re-post this in your LJ. You might be surprised with the responses you get.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2006-08-04T00:37:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T05:14:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T05:14:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its going to be hard for me to try and put into words the mood that has been coming over me in the past 2 month.  And Really affecting me in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to start.  This post is probably a more self endulgent entry then anything else.  I like written in LJ just cause I actually go back once in a while to read what the shit is on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foe one, I need a new friend.  Or a fucking good drunken conversation with someone I havent seen in a while.  About life and situations and love , hate. Jeaoulsy, unfairness, money and glory and every other depresing thing you can think of.  It feels like I need to cry uncontrolably for a while.  but I know that wont happend, Iv got a reasistance about crying, I cant understand where it comes from.  Ide love to figure that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been smoking a little more then usual wich makes me physicaly more lazy then I was in the past month.  Ive been coming back from work and just lying down and putting shit in my mouth.  And WORk.  Damn.  Bewing bitched at by angry redneck quebecers is affecting me more then usual.  I almost lost it because of a fucking client that doesnt understand that things are my fault and I only work for this monopole of a compagny.  That YES they steal your money and take advantage in everyway they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like Im missing friends in my life.  Or that I dont get enought care from other, it seems that Im like a spoiled kid that wants more attention.  That may be it, I dont feel bad for feeling this way I just feel stupid.  I figured Im a more independent person then that.  Looking for more crap then I actaully need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to Film a movie.  Take pictures of beatifull and ugly things.  Dreamy and lustfull people.  Cute and Adorable animals.  Sad and depresing images.  Random pics full of life that I can add to my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate, Money.  if I had it maybe I woulndt hate it as much or would I hate it more.  This society shoulnt of grown into this crap that some people are living in.  Tks Dad for getting me into Canada.  I dont have to ba slave to religion in saudi Arabia and Its ok if Im a failiure here, cause their so many Id be amongste the norm.  I would of never been able to be a doctor or engeneer.  ITs just not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres  something more.  Something Deeper that I can even start to think see a light for or any iceberg tip.  I see nothing of it but ITS draging me DOWN.  Im getting low and I dont wanna get lower,  My attitude is changing and Im becoming a more oxwad person.  My thoughs are turning sad and evil slowly and I Cant help it.  I wanna go back to my old way of thinking .  I wanna be as happy as I use to be.  &lt;br /&gt;I dont think its that easy.  I think this is the way life is lead towards and thats how I have to live it.  Well NO.  I dont like that shit.  Ill decide where I take my life, thank you very much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cloud over me is kiiling my vibe, my hopes my life.  I wanted to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have seen a change in me, as insignificant as it may seem.  please let me know so I can analyse your views and see what the hell is happening to me.  It would be appreciated.  please be BLUNT and even hurtfull.&lt;br /&gt;                                          Time to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;                                          maybe pass out on the couch while watching anamatrix.</content>
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    <title>onlyhave 5 minutes to do this.</title>
    <published>2006-07-20T17:46:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-21T11:08:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I suggest EVERYBODY do the SAME!! I will try my best to keep it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set Goals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you shape your life, circumstances will shape it for you. You have to work, sacrifice, invest, and persist to get the results you want. Choose them well. You can't start your planning until you know where you want to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the sculptor of your own image. Have others already done what you want to do? Study them and do what they did. Start anywhere, at anytime, and persist. Stop worrying what others think about what you can or can't do. Believe in yourself and your abilities. Have the self-confidence to challenge your current situation. This is your life to live; it's day by day and step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down your goals. Only three percent of people have written goals and only one percent review those written goals daily. Be in that elite one percent. Visualize the attainment of your goals often. Goals are dreams with dates attached. You will only become as great as the goals you choose. Think BIG. &lt;br /&gt;By Success.org &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight : -&lt;strike&gt;Get some kind of Excersice&lt;/strike&gt; (either running with the dog or playing soccer) &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;See Mel&lt;/strike&gt; or Eddy. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;Do one chapter of Max Memory&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Two Done !!&lt;br /&gt;-Try to get scene break down on paper for Kung Fu film :) &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strike&gt;Eat well and not after 9pm&lt;/strike&gt; (unless drunk,I cant Hold myself back then, no need to try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see you Marc. We need to jam (I need to get a Tam) &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone.</content>
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    <title>New Family Members!</title>
    <published>2006-07-12T03:31:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-12T03:31:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ummmmmmmmmm UMMMMMMMMM!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that plasenta Tasted Great !!  Other then that it was a magical night watching my cat give birth to the 3 new mbrs of the 345 davignon residence.  &lt;br /&gt;One of them is orange and looks like tiger so I called him Tiger.  The other two are black, I called one Chita Junior and Katty.  I need to confirm with my roomates to keep those names. hehe  I will be posting up pics ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I wasnt feeling good.  Well I havent been feeling great in a little while now.  I went to the woods with Mel  and built a little fire to fill that camping void that was in me.  I liscened to her talk most of the time.  I didnt know what to say, mainly cause I dont know whats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;There s a couple of possibilities : Lack of affection, Lack of family contact, lack of family, lack of touch with friends, Lack of Direction in life... Ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good things are happening to, for some reason I just cant seem to concentrate on those even when I try hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw well.   CAnt wait to have the CONVO of a life time with Marc.  Cant wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one friends, if you are bored and wanna go on random adventures, I will be the first one in !!!</content>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2006-07-01T02:20:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T06:38:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-01T06:38:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Her lips, Made of the finest rarest wine&lt;br /&gt;Shines by the night lights as we drive by.&lt;br /&gt;the reflections passing side to side&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom&lt;br /&gt;Seems like bulls eye that my lips need to optain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nudge her a little.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes gazing at me, sparkles like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;A shiver runs down my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she speaks, &lt;br /&gt;all I see&lt;br /&gt;is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;All I see&lt;br /&gt;As red as blood, as deep as blood&lt;br /&gt;her Agile tongue peeking between perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can imaging is the taste it could provide&lt;br /&gt;the sensation I need &lt;br /&gt;Will be more then fufilled with her taste&lt;br /&gt;Her lips will not go ignored&lt;br /&gt;for they are the gates to the seventh heaven</content>
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    <title>pysseon @ 2006-06-27T18:48:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-27T23:05:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-27T23:05:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its foggy up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the roads leads somewhere but I cant trusts its path.&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me its a good one&lt;br /&gt;Other things tell me its a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing i wasnt walking alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing someone would care enough to walk along&lt;br /&gt;And let me walk their path with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road is getting darker, thats the time of day I hate the most&lt;br /&gt;thats when my past comes to meet me&lt;br /&gt;When figures appear in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Blood stains on the floor, dry throat, dry mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stand there for a while wishing I can go back&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I can live it again and see things as they once were&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone glancing back almost believing I was there&lt;br /&gt;changing the past&lt;br /&gt;not the future&lt;br /&gt;just the past&lt;br /&gt;waiting for something to awake me&lt;br /&gt;To live my present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you that I wait for&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be her&lt;br /&gt;What about her friend&lt;br /&gt;Or even her friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what I need&lt;br /&gt;Frustration clusters my mind up to blinding my though process&lt;br /&gt;not realzing its already dark and I missed half my day&lt;br /&gt;Standing there&lt;br /&gt;wishing&lt;br /&gt;.  Just wishing&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;.  Just waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something more&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe less&lt;br /&gt;Something different&lt;br /&gt;or Extraodinary&lt;br /&gt;Just something and do it fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the evil sun flowers turn their lucrative poison pointy tongs towards you</content>
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