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		<title>yet another post.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 07:48:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 06:24:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Different much?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 00:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[And when our bodies have decomposed, all that is left are bones. That&#8217;s when we realise that, really, we weren&#8217;t all that different after all.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=86&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Headstones</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 23:46:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t you ever wonder why we can be &#8220;unique&#8221;? If we take everyday tasks and duties, what do we have left? If we forget about all the factors that make us the same, what remains to make us different? If we erase prejudices such as age, gender, race, nationality&#8230; what is it that actually defines [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=84&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The deep end</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:04:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wallowing in self-pity is slightly reassuring. It&#8217;s a reminder that somebody still cares, even if that somebody is yourself. It gives a valid reason to be sad, to show everybody your miseries. Every person has their own burdens to deal with. Some more than others. But we still carry on like nothing&#8217;s wrong, putting on [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=82&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Art of Storytelling</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:02:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For millions of years, people have relied on story telling for many things. To teach others, inform them of historical events, and also as a leisure activity. Stories have evolved, along with humans, from a way of communication, to a way of educating, and now has become the type of thing people use as a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=79&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pictureframe</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 21:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One big group of teenagers, standing together, smiling for the camera. They look so happy. Happy to be together and happy to be alive. If only somebody took one minute to look closer, they would see the truth. The hidden misery in her eyes. The faint scars on her wrists. The anxiety on his face. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=77&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting for&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 03:40:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The unhappy drag of time is a game they like to play with us. Because really, time isn&#8217;t all that absolute. Sure, 1.50pm will come in ten minutes. But those ten  minutes can sometimes feel like an eternity. Time is precious, they say. Sometime, events and things cannot be accurately measured in time. Sometimes, time [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=75&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Intangibility of Clouds</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:29:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rain droplets shower down upon a brown hacked head. Holding a small orange bag, with a slight frown on her face. The ringing of a doorbell. A friendly exchange took place. When the rain finally lightened, things had changed. The sky, once grey, now blue. She had lost the frown, but gained so much more. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=72&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ecstacy</title>
		<link>http://jazminee.wordpress.com/2008/06/29/ecstacy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:44:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Four hours. A windy day filled with hope. Feeling awkward, shy, nervous. Happy? Like walking on a cloud. Those smiles. Staring at the screen, but all too conscious of the arm on the armrest. Walking together in silence. And running without a goodbye. The three of us. Captured on camera, committed to memory. How can [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=jazminee.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3619630&amp;post=69&amp;subd=jazminee&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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