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  <updated>2008-08-23T20:32:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maberu_chan:13393</id>
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    <title>A random thought/story</title>
    <published>2008-08-23T20:32:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-23T20:32:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Reply - The Beatles Anthology 1 Disc 2</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The day before yesterday, I was still reading The Host: A Novel by Stephenie Meyer. Without willing, I looked up and saw the following happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He comes in through the door, slamming it. Visibly angry, he yanks out the chair and sits on it, frustrated. She walks over and puts her arms around him, kissing him softly on his left eye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yells, "J-just don't! Leave me alone! God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighs, "Ok." She doesn't feel any resentment towards him, she knows him better than anyone and knows that he doesn't mean any cruelty when angry. She did, however, get a little emotionally upset. She returns to spraying Windex on the sliding glass that opens to the small balcony. Their apartment overlooks the city skyline. As she continues to clean, the cat unexpectedly goes to the window and stares out, not moving a muscle. She sits down and follows the cats glance. A black figure appeared seemingly out of thin air, as if it was jumping, from one skyscraper to another. It could not possibly be human, for there was no way a human can be a black shape jumping from one place to another in less time than it took to blink. Jumping was not the right word either. The figure would reappear at the next spot with such speed that it was hard to focus the eyes on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It disappeares after two "reappearances." The cat stretches and jumps to the couch, on which it decides to sleep. She doesn't believe what she just saw, and yet she is not in shock.&amp;nbsp;She stays seated in place, thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to sulk and noticed nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This flashed through my mind without pausing, just came and went. I tried to continue it, willed it to, but it didn't go past that last sentence. I saw it all in my head, not exactly clear, but it was like it was happening on its own. It's not the first time it happened, but it is the first time that it happened without my own interference. By that I mean, I would sometimes make the little story go further by thinking up things that might happen in this story. But this... happened all on its own ._.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading The Host yesterday, all 619 pages, not including the Author's Note. The strange thought/story had nothing to with the book. Hopefully, this happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun ^^.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maberu_chan:7946</id>
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    <title>Dumbledore News</title>
    <published>2007-10-29T00:13:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-29T00:13:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Foo Fighters - Times Like These</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My sister has to do her current events homework on Sundays. She was on the Sun-Sentinel website when she came along &lt;a href="http://www.sun-sentinel.com/entertainment/sfl-dumbledorerevelation,0,7287784.story"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wtf? Why could that not have been in the books? O.o...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maberu_chan:3713</id>
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    <title>No...</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T23:35:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T23:45:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My mom just called me saying another earthquake just occurred...just when&amp;nbsp;I thought &lt;em&gt;"phew, they're out of danger now.&lt;/em&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried all over again. -bites upper lip-&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maberu_chan:2604</id>
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    <title>Good mood overall thanks to music</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T22:33:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T22:33:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Once again my mother dearest did another wonderful thing to boost my self-esteem when I got back from the library today. As soon as she saw me she was like, "I just tried on a pair of pants of yours and noticed that its really baggy on me. You're getting so fat Mabel, you should really take care of yourself more. You can't be obese like this. I mean, look at your arms, they look like those a granny should have! Oh, and those pimples, don't you wash your face? I think I have some cream in my bathroom but you're probably not going to use it. You never do anything I say." I'm a size 5 and the pair she tried on were a size 7 because I like baggy~ness sometimes. I told her this but waved it off as "excuses excuses." The tag faded off so I had no proof that it's a 7. Sure I've gained weight but its not like I can really do much over the summer anyway. DDR every day hasn't worked because I get a little sicker after every play. I guess the aerobic class I'll be taking at BCC will help. I'm very glad I learned not to take her seriously. Of course, it still gets to me while she's saying these things, but after awhile I shrug it off and think back to 5th grade, when I was SERIOUSLY obese. I'll NEVER get to that state ever again. Pimples. Can't believe she got on me because of that. Um, guess she hasn't noticed, BUT I'M EIGHTEEN! OF COURSE I HAVE FUCKING PIMPLES! I think I'm a late bloomer in that since I just now have been getting them more. Eh, they'll go away too. DUH I WASH MY FACE, WTF! Grr, moving away to FIU would've been better than here. ANYWHERE is better than here. Why the hell are most parents so crazy? Because of their crazy upbringing? wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I checked out another White Stripes CD I miraculously found at the library. The song that I first recognized them by years ago is called Seven Nation Army and now I have it! :D</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:maberu_chan:2371</id>
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    <title>Weird dream...</title>
    <published>2007-08-07T17:23:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-07T17:25:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eiffel 65 - Move Your Body</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I managed to have a good dream AND remember it this time! But it was so weird... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the first part, but I do remember it was Ajoi and me. She was driving a purple van with me in the passenger seat. She drives behind some stores to avoid traffic. We see an identical van to hers but in white about to ram into us. This is where it gets super uber weird. Somehow...we weren't in a car anymore but leaning against the stores' wall and white van keeps going, makes a right onto the other wall and drives up the wall. I noticed that it followed a pipeline to go up. The white van goes to the top, doesn't make it, and begins to go back to earth. Instead of a horrible crash though, it goes -POOF- into a million white feathers and they drift lazily onto the ground. An old man mysteriously appeared in the antique shop (somehow we're in the front of the store at this time) and Ajoi starts laughing, saying, "Omg, did you see how wide that old man's eyes' were? Dude, they were like, this huge! -does imitation-" I started laughing but then I see a bright red motorcycle turning the corner and I could've sworn the motorcyclist nodded at me before zooming off. I wanted to tell her that, but we were still laughing. Then I see a crunchy leaf in mid-air, at eye-level to me. I have a puzzled face, I feel as if Ajoi left me, and I start to grab the leaf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister pounds on the door saying in a whisper, "It's past 11! When are you gonna wake up?! You're so lazy, get up already!" Too much time around my parents start to make her sound like one. Took me a few minutes to realize my hand was still outstretched towards the leaf. Took me another few minutes to get up while my sister was still ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah...iunno...at least I didn't have those nightmares again -shivers-</content>
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