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  <title>Thoughts</title>
  <subtitle>Of a Trapped Mind</subtitle>
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  <updated>2008-07-11T20:40:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:5191</id>
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    <title>First post in a while....Tell me what you think.</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T20:40:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T20:40:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It has been awhile since my last post, but I have a lot to post now. First I want to take the time it introduce a new character. Tell me what you think, it helps me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;CAHTHEIDRYIAN RALPHIEAL KRISTOFFISEN’S INTRODUCTION&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had walked into the room and it seemed that time itself froze when I saw him. He was inconceivably beautiful, the way that would make any man envy him and every woman love and hate him at the same time. I had never seen someone look at me the way that he had. He stared at me as if I was something he had been searching for his whole life. I was in pain, but his eyes made me forget that pain was ever apart of this world that existed with rules unknown to my kind. His eyes were the color of water, not just any water, but the water you see from your balcony window when you look down at the ocean. Only the ocean paled in comparison to his eyes, as breathtaking as they were, they held a slight hint of secrecy. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He stood there looking elegant yet out of place in this café, why this happened to be had not struck me yet. Maybe it was his tanned skin or his wavy black hair that reminded me of the color of oil, so vivid and black. Yet it could be the way his suit fit the contours of slender physique, the way his muscles tugged gently at his shirt as he swung his suit jacket over his shoulder.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yet it could be that he stood well over every man in his range, or the way he carried himself with an air of importance. I felt like I had seen him somewhere before, those markings on his face reminded me of something of grave importance, almost as if they were a warning.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Azeri…Azeri! Come on, didn’t your dad ever teach you it’s not nice to stare?” I couldn’t think, I couldn’t respond, not with that piercing gaze on me. That gaze held me rooted there in that spot without a coherent thought in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Pardon me, are you always this enchanting?&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It feels as if&amp;nbsp; you want me by the look in your eyes. You’re Azeri aren’t you?”&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It took me a minute to realize he had said my name. I had to break his gaze to remember how to think. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “How do you know my name?” I looked at him like I would a stalker only when I looked at him I couldn’t help but feel the urge to reach out to him and tell him all my secrets.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “I know everything, it helps that you have the name tag on.” I looked down at my jacket and realized I had not changed my clothes yet. I was still wearing my work uniform and my name tag. I wanted to walk away but the curiosity kept me in place. I couldn’t help but wonder who he was, where he was from, and why he was here.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “My name is Cahtheidryian Kristoffisen, I’m a close friend of the family that owns this establishment, I just moved here not to long ago.” He smiled a smile so sweet it nearly melted my heart.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Oh, so you know Jake? That must mean you know Lou as well. He owns the Diner across the street, brothers at war. So where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?” I had to keep my eyes on the floor while I was talking to him, just so I could think… so I could breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “Yes, I know Jake; actually I’m here concerning the café. We’re, well he’s thinking about expanding, you know and I’m the man that will help him do it. Yes I know Lou, although he’s not very fond of me if I must say. They have never gotten along, even when they were young boys playing schoolyard games. I’m from a place where the dead dance and the living lay.” The last line threw me, I had forgotten what it was that I had came in this café for and it was all because of one man. He tilted his head to the side like he was examining a painting or a sculpture.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:4974</id>
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    <title>catalina123 @ 2008-04-14T14:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T18:21:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T18:21:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;Today is one of those day, you know the ones where nothing seems to go right. Yeah, well I have those days all the time. They seem to be the only thing to keep my life sane. Oh, by the way did I tell you I'm dating a vampire.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:4273</id>
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    <title>An Unforgiven Damnation (Another Intro)</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T18:04:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T18:04:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I remember when he looked at me like I was his everything. I remember the last time he touched me, I remember it all. All I do is remember. When he said I love you, when he saw me cry, when he hurt me beyond repair. I wish I didn't remember. When he broke me...why did he do it...? The look on his face is one that will haunt me, because I had never seen him look so calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You know things change...people change...we've changed." He said those words like they were not meant to hurt me, like they were meant for someone else. He couldn't even look me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know. I just thought that we wouldn't. Do remember when we first met that night on the beach. Do you remember what you said to get my attention? This brought life to his eyes, those eyes that reminded me of the sun setting on the horizion. I moved closer to him, I hoped he wouldn't notice but he did. This made him flich slightly. I would have tought that we would have been pass this - me being careful and him being scared - but we aren't at least he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, it was the lamest line ever but you fell for it. I said....( he looks off into the sunset)...'Excuse me I don't mean to bother you, but I've seem to have lost something in this exact spot. Would you mind helping me look for it?' You looked at me like I was crazy or something, but you helped me. It only took you like five seconds to ask what it was I was looking for. Here's the lame part...'My heart. The moment I saw you it broke. It broke because I knew that I would not be waking up next to you in my future. It broke because it knew that it was meant to love you and it couldn't because I didn't know you. I'm sorry my name is Peter, and my heart knew I was destined to love you.' The smile that cross you face was amazing." When he looked back into my eyes it was that moment when I realized that I should have walked away that day. Yes, I loved him, but at what cost. Those eyes - his eyes that told me the things he never would - were full of saddness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Azeri, I love more than I will ever love anyone, but I can not continue to live this way. We have no other ways to go about this. Either I leave or you leave, but one of us has to walk out of that door today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask you to fall in love with me but you did. I love you regardless but you have already chosen." I couldn't bring myself to walk away from the only man I had ever loved. I could never walk away, that was why he had to. Watching him walk away, I remembered what he said to me the first time we met. Now I understood what it felt like, because my heart had just been broken. I would remeber him until my heart failed to skip a beat. But I would continue to live my life.</content>
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    <title>An Unforgiven Damnation</title>
    <published>2008-02-13T17:52:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T17:52:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As she sits by the wall -&amp;nbsp;looking as if life had been taken from her - all she can do is wait. Wait for the pain to stop. Wait for the words to go away. Wait until he realizes what he did. The last hour playing over and over in her mind, a constant reminder of what use to be.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;O&lt;em&gt;ne Hour Ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you I really do, but I can't...we can't...let's just stop before someone gets hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He didn't know that this did hurt, someone was going to be hurt forever. She was staring into the face that brought happiness into her life. His eyes a constant reminder of everyhting she didn't want to remember. How could he hurt her like this? How could he break her after he was the one to put all the pieces back together. He looked at her as if he didn't once hold her and tell her that he loved her. He looked at her as if he didn't know her. Maybe, he didn't,&amp;nbsp; because she had forgotten who she was to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;W-What do you mean 'lets just stop'? I can't just walk away not after......&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;The words stuck in her throat making it hard to breathe. She didn't ask to be this way, she didn't ask for any of this. He was all she had after last summer. Now she understood why he seemed so distant, why he seemed like he had stopped loving her. Now she realized that she had to go on with her life. Now all Azeri could do was wait.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Misunderstood</title>
    <published>2008-02-11T18:19:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-11T18:19:08Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="To Anyone Who Ever Felt Misunderstood"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080" size="2"&gt;Just because I'm loving and don't talk about certain things doesn't mean that you can just run over me. I need love just like the next person does. Even if it seems like I don't, I really do need you there with me or I will never grow. I feel unloved when you treat me like I don't matter. So I'm leaving and this is a choice that will change all of our lives. I'm not dying or anything like that I'm just moving on at this point and time of my life. I'm stuck between childhood and being an adult. When I need you the most you’re gone and that really hurts me. It doesn't matter if it's to protect me or to make a better life for me your not there and I have no one to talk to. When will you notice me? You asked me once why I left home I didn't understand it then because we were in my room at our house but now I do. If you were to ask me that again I would say that I never left I've been here at home always have been. I've been here making myself into a better person. A person I will respect and not because of what I have or what I am but because of who I've become as a person. I've become someone who loves everyone but not before loving their self. I know that you don't understand my teenage ways but it's not that hard. You always say you were a teenager once and that you know what I've been doing, but really you don't know anything about me and never will. I say this only because you've never taken the time to get to know me. Either you were never home (leaving me to worry), you were always home (angry about something), or you were mad at the world (ignoring me). What is it that makes you not love me? Why say I'm your child? Did I hurt you that bad? What did I do? These are the questions that I always ask myself. See, as I sit here I realize that it doesn't matter if you love me, It only matters if I love myself. So, Who am I? Well, I'm that person that you think about when they don't come in the house on time. I'm the person you sang to when they were sick. I'm the one who saw you cry when no one else did. I'm the only person who knows what your heart feels like on the inside. I'm the one who loves you no matter what you say or do to hurt me. I'm your best friend. I'm your child, your flesh and blood. I'm the only one who will ever truly care about you. I'm just you, but a younger version. No, I won't make your same mistakes. Yes, I will leave behind a legacy worth knowing. Do you love me now? Do you know who I am? If you don't, you never wanted to. I'm every kid in the world who feels misunderstood. So love me for who I am because you can, not because you have to. Because I do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a paper I wrote while I was sitting in class one day not paying attention. I hope it can reach someone out there. If not then I know I tried to tell everyone that someone out there is feeling the same way you are. Life is the hardest thing to try to live trough. They say love is, but life is the hardest...because anything you do can affect the outcome of your life.</content>
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    <title>Destiny's Misfortune (Title still in the works)</title>
    <published>2008-02-04T18:16:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T17:10:21Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: gray; text-effect: engrave"&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="2"&gt;What would you do if you were condemn to a life without love? How would you feel if your life was endangered by the one person you trusted most? Parvani Montez, a Half-breed that is stuck between the choice of happiness and immortality asks herself these questions on more than one occasion. Her life takes a strange turn when she runs into three&amp;nbsp; people that will unexpectedly change her life forever. Chris, a mortal shows&amp;nbsp;Parvani what it is like to act before you think and how to embrace the child within. Marcus, an old childhood friend returns in her life once again to show her how to follow her heart and trust her feelings. Rye, the bad boy sent to end her life not only teaches her that not everyone can be trusted, but her life is a story and only she can end it the way its suppose to be. How will your story end?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/catalina123/pic/0000ayh5/"&gt;&lt;img height="213" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/catalina123/pic/0000ayh5/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Twlight Fans...."&gt;This is the movie I was talking about... please all twlight fans take into consideration that this has nothing to do with or even came from the idea of Twlight. I started writing this before I even read the book, actually it was 3 years before the book was even place before me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires falling in love with humans- humans falling in love with vampires. Werewolves and wars. The age old story of the love that could never be. How do you decide that you love someone when your very life puts them in danger. Parvani asks her self this as she falls headover heel for&amp;nbsp; Chris....Marcus, the question is not who she falls in love with, but who will be willing to end it all. A plot to kill her, a quest that challenges her, and a love that defines her- her life will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: gray"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600" size="2"&gt;This is from the in the works phase of the script... I hope you like what you see so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Just a little something...."&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;A man not a day over thirty and a girl no younger than eleven are walking in the rain through a park talking. The man has a look of concern on his face, his face is very well defined, he has a muscular body, and very profound gray eyes. The girl is very beautiful and has the same eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Sweetie there are some things in this world and lifetime that will happen that you won't understand. I'll try to make some things easy for you to understand the best I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Girl: Why wouldn't I understand daddy? Is that a bad thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Not at all Parvani. The reason you might not understand is because you’re too young or you'll try hard not to just like I did. You know I was like you when I was young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: What a vampire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Yes and no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: What? That doesn't make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Yes, I was a vampire, but not a full-blooded one. I was a half-breed just like you. My father took this exact same walk with me. For some reason he always spoke very low and hushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: What did he say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Well he said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A man and a young boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Lucas you’re a half-breed and because of it our people won't respect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: But daddy why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: I told you once before my name is Malik and that is what you will call me! You’re weak only because your mother let you be weak. It is because of your human half that our people won't respect you. In everything you do there will be feelings and emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Sorry father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Malik; Don't be it's not your fault. I love you son and that is why it is time for you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Fades after she speaks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: What happened? Why'd you stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Because that is where it ended. Parvani you’re strong-minded and I know you can take care of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: I love you too daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: I want you to listen to me ok. If anything ever happened to me I left Zavior in charge until your 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: Ok dad I’m starting to panic, you’re scaring me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Sorry sweetie it's just that I want the best for you. That's why I am leav-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: Dad, did you just hear that? I think someone is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Parvani you trust me right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: Yeah, I don't have a reason not to, right? Besides, why wouldn't I trust you? You’re my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Good go and hide in those bushes over there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani walks over to the bushes and hides behind them. As&amp;nbsp;she gets comfortable something on fire comes out of nowhere and a man jumps out and stabs her father. Lucas falls to the ground after yelling out in pain. The man just stands over him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Well, well, well, Lucas Montez taken down so easily, like father like son. So where's the kid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: What kid? I was alone you caught me off guar- ahhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The man pushes the knife farther into Lucas's chest with his foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Man: Shut up! Don't lie to me. She's here somewhere I heard her. When I find her I'll make sure to kill her slowly and I’ll make sure you have a front row seat so you can watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Matthew I swear there's no one here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Matthew: Ok, then see you in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: You can bet on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;The man grabs his wooden knife and pushes it farther into lucas's chest, yanks it out, walks to his car as if he didn't just leave amna for dead, gets in his car, looks at Lucas laughs, the drives off. Parvani runs from behind the bushes, her eyes red and her face wet from tears, her clothes drenched in the rain. She drops to the ground next to her father to afraid to touch him because of the fear of what she thinks will happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: Daddy? Daddy no! Please don't die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Parvani promise me you'll take over when the time comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: I promise daddy just don't leave me. Please don't go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Lucas: Drink this, and I never will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani stares at her father for a brief moment then watches him as he pulls a small black bottle from inside his coat. She takes the bottle and opens it, before drinking its contents she looks at her father one more time. Whatever was in the bottle gave her a chill. Lucas looks at her and smiles as he mouths the words 'I love you.' Parvani looks at him with pain in her eyes as Lucas takes his last breath. Pavani shakes him as she cries because she is all-alone in this world and the one person she needs in life just died before her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani: Daddy? No you gotta get up. We gotta finish talking. Daddy please? You said you'd ne-ne-ne-never leave me. I need you. Please don't go? Please? Daddy? Come back. I love you too. Daddy no I'll be good, I'll take over. Somebody help?!?!? Somebody, anybody, please...nooo!!! No, how am I suppose to live with out you?? You said you wouldn't leave...you wouldn't die!!! You lied...please don't leave me??? I promise daddy if it's the last thing I do I'll avenge you, but you gotta come back!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Parvani looks around before she places her head on her father's chest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:3203</id>
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    <title>catalina123 @ 2008-01-30T12:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T17:54:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T17:54:23Z</updated>
    <category term="quiz"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: March 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Is He Really Gone?</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T17:51:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man today is one of those days, you know the ones you wish would just end. I'm sitting here thinking about Heath and I just can't wrap my head around it all. I never thought that this day, the day that&amp;nbsp; I would be lost for words would come. I didn't know him, but I felt as if I did. I just wish things could have ended differently for him, you know.&amp;nbsp; What is it that make the world suck? I'm mad that he died yes, but who can I blame?&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; watched &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You &lt;font color="#cc99ff"&gt;for like the 6th time. All I can do now is sit back and remember how full of life he once was. Things have changed, the world will miss him, and we will never forget him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:2511</id>
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    <title>catalina123 @ 2008-01-30T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-30T17:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-30T17:38:39Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 4: The Individualist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Fixation: Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Fear: To have no identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Primary Desire: To find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/"&gt;What Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:2284</id>
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    <title>What Do You Have To Say? - Inspiring</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T17:24:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T17:24:34Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What inspires you to create?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Brought to you by HP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=259'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=259"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Everything is inspring. I create because the world says its not ok sometimes, I create because life will never be easy, I create just because creating makes the world.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:catalina123:1911</id>
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    <title>What Do You Have To Say? - When I Grow Up...</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T18:15:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T18:15:57Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you want to be when you "grow up?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Brought to you by HP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=256'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=256"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I wanna be an award winning actress, since i'm writing movies maybe i can star in one. Maybe by then my second movie will be coming out, cause the first one is on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Alive</content>
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    <title>Proper Credit</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T17:08:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Oh! Before I forget I would like to give icecreamdsgns proper credit for the icon I'm am now using. Thanks for making them available their really great.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Warning:</title>
    <published>2007-11-27T16:30:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-27T16:30:20Z</updated>
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&amp;nbsp;Warning: Extremely independent........ all-around open-minded.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Giving Thanks</title>
    <published>2007-11-19T17:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-19T17:48:07Z</updated>
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1. Life&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Music&lt;br /&gt;4. A Home&lt;br /&gt;5. Obstacles&lt;br /&gt;6. My Friends&lt;br /&gt;7. My Family&lt;br /&gt;8. My Ex&lt;br /&gt;9. My talents&lt;br /&gt;10. Everything. I'm thankful for everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: I Rock The Microphone</title>
    <published>2007-11-16T17:15:13Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T17:15:13Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What song makes you rock the karaoke mic? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=79'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=79"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I think it would either be "Photograhp"-Nickleback or "What I've done"-Linkin Park. If not those to I don't know what then.</content>
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