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		<title>Learn when to stop talking</title>
		<link>http://ssiinnaa.com/2009/08/23/learn-when-to-stop-talking/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 06:58:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sina</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Viki: It&#8217;s good that you and Peter are still friends though. Rita: What do you mean&#8230;.? Viki: It&#8217;s just that it&#8217;s good that you guys are still able to be friends. Rita: I&#8217;m not sure what you mean, we&#8217;re&#8230;&#8230;we&#8217;re still together. Viki: *confused* Oh really? Rita: Yeah Viki: Really? Rita: Yeah&#8230; Viki: Like, &#8220;together&#8221; together? [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> It&#8217;s good that you and Peter are still friends though.</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> What do you mean&#8230;.?</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> It&#8217;s just that it&#8217;s good that you guys are still able to be friends.</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> I&#8217;m not sure what you mean, we&#8217;re&#8230;&#8230;we&#8217;re still together.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> <strong>*confused*</strong> Oh really?</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> Yeah</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> Really?</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> Yeah&#8230;</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> Like, &#8220;together&#8221; together?</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> Uhhh&#8230;.yeah, we&#8217;re together.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> But I thought you broke up in, like&#8230;.. February.</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> No&#8230;. Well&#8230;it&#8217;s complicated.</p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">Sina:</span> Oh okay, that&#8217;s cool — Viki, let&#8217;s go. <strong>*wink wink*</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> Wait wait — so you&#8217;re, like, together. I mean, are you sure? Because Peter told us you broke up in February.</p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">Sina:</span> <em>Viki</em>&#8230;. <strong>*nudges Viki*</strong> I think we should go <em>now</em>.</p>
<p><span style="color: #800080;">Rita:</span> Yeah, we&#8217;re together. I don&#8217;t get it. I mean, did he tell you we&#8217;re not? It&#8217;s complicated&#8230;.</p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">Sina:</span> No no no, he didn&#8217;t say anything at all. Viki is just making dumb assumptions. <strong>*turns to Viki*</strong> Viki, let&#8217;s <em>go</em>.</p>
<p><strong>*Viki and Sina leave*</strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>LATER&#8230;</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">Sina:</span> That was <em>very</em> interesting.</p>
<p><span style="color: #ff6600;">Viki:</span> Is she telling the truth or did Peter lie to us?</p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;">Sina:</span> Personally, I think she&#8217;s crazy. Secondly, you just gave Peter a very bad headache to deal with. tsk tsk</p>
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		<title>Re: It was one of those Perfect Summer Nights</title>
		<link>http://ssiinnaa.com/2009/08/22/re-it-was-one-of-those-perfect-summer-nights/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 05:31:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sina</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After threatening to take her post down over embarrassment, I&#8217;ve decided to restate Vivian&#8217;s perfect summer night here just in case: IT WAS ONE OF THOSE PERFECT SUMMER NIGHTS It starts with a girl and a boy. The night is silent, as the city sleeps. A gentle breeze whistles through the thick summer heat, creating [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After threatening to take her post down over embarrassment, I&#8217;ve decided to restate <a href="http://typecasted.xanga.com/710047641/it-was-one-of-those-perfect-summer-nights/">Vivian&#8217;s perfect summer night</a> here just in case:</p>
<blockquote><p>IT WAS ONE OF THOSE PERFECT SUMMER NIGHTS</p>
<p>It starts with a girl and a boy. The night is silent, as the city sleeps. A gentle breeze whistles through the thick summer heat, creating the weather of perfection.</p>
<p>An elementary school. A playground. There are no children, there is no one in sight. Nostalgia all around. The girl and boy frolic through the deserted funhouse, reminiscing on how its like to go on a swing, or to go down a slide. They remember how its like to be a kid again.</p>
<p>There is at tree up ahead. Boy spots it and runs quickly towards it, leaving Girl behind on the swings with no one to push her. Girl turns around to find Boy up high on a branch. &#8220;Hey!&#8221; she cries, &#8220;I want to get up there too!&#8221; Girl tries to climb but fails as she realizes that she had no such thing as upper body strength. As though on command, Boy leaps down from the tree and hoists Girl right up until she is safe on a branch. Boy joins. Side by side they sit, looking up at the dark, clear sky. They see a few stars, and perhaps even a planet.</p>
<p>He doesn&#8217;t know it, but was her perfect summer night.</p></blockquote>
<p>I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s <em>that</em> embarrassing.</p>
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