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  <title>foreva, foreva, eva</title>
  <subtitle>foreva eva?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2006-05-30T07:06:14Z</updated>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2006-05-30T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T07:06:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-30T07:06:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">just keep truckin'</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:10579</id>
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    <title>wattttt uppppp</title>
    <published>2006-04-16T21:10:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-16T21:10:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">doooo, spring break is over, but it was fucking fantastic while it lasted. holla at cho boy. that was last night's phrase.. haha, fo sho. but seriously, thats how its got to be. im out 40 bucks in like 30 mins, but shit, watever. fuck it. it worked. happy flippin easter everyone. i gotta go to church later and represent the tattoo. no take backs and no regrets. but its time to get school crackin back in action and ive got a plan. holla at cho boy if you know what im talking about when i say this. " the birdman dead, i fly in any weather.. " okkk.</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2006-03-17T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-18T06:57:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-18T06:57:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">tonight ive felt like i have the biggest void in my life. im missing that feeling, that sense, that drive. this is bogus. see yalls later.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:10165</id>
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    <title>clearing up for last entry</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T19:38:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T19:38:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>watever, anything</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i walked into my dad's room, only to walk into a room full of boxes with his stuff in them. its not like i didnt know that this was coming cuz he told me. and when he told me i was just like "watever." but now it sinks in, it being the realization that the man who raised, fed, and sheltered me is now leaving. even though we werent the all-american father/son duo, we still had our moments. but all he really cared about was my education and my health. and thats fucking solid. flashback: i creep downstairs to get a drink while my dad and his friend are watching tv. little did i know they were watching porno. haha so i creep and my dad see me and say "do you want to watch?" i say "no, i want the yoohoo in the fridge." i go and then smile going back upstairs. but now i guess it's time for him to take care of himself and at the same time im gonna have to do the same, with a little help from my mom. im no where close to the man my dad is. i mean he wakes up at 3 am drives to the city of commerce (far) works til at 2 30-3 then comes back home and cooks. and it used to be the same routine but then pick me up at school in the ghetto, and then go home. and he was always the chill dad, never really yelled, but i never wanted to do anything hardcore, cuz i know he would be my ass. experience through my other brother who did stupid things as a teen. flashback: playing catch by myself with a billiards ball in the living room, ball slips and break the glass table. dad comes home later that day and whips me with a billiard stick. even though i blocked it with my arm, my arm was in pain. now that was fucking gangster. but then i ran away, or i rollerbladed away. i think id be a bum if i didnt have my dad. im so lucky, i have a car, insurance, and medical. things i think we take for granted. anywayssss, thats that and thats how its gonna go. its just how i deal with it, thats the tricky one. i guess im an emotional guy when it comes to my family.. so here comes the emotion. thanx for the love errone.. it never ceases to amaze me that people still care bout me. tear.</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2006-02-26T23:18:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-27T07:19:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-27T07:19:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dad. =\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:9607</id>
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    <title>just a lil sometin sometin</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T23:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T23:13:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boyz to men</lj:music>
    <content type="html">why not update when youre bored at home doin nuffin but watchin tv and movies, eh? so wat do all you cooky mofos wanna know? well, ive found some light through my homeboy, Jesus, who i know from now on will be on my side. actually he'll always be on my body cuz i got him tatted along with the Vigrin Mary also with the rosary piece. my head is pretty clear in the essence that i know what i should be doing and i will end up doing it, or at least trying my hardest. no room for being gay. DBG '06. i guess im playing the cards im dealt and making the best of it, or again try to. prob gonna start assitant coaching boys' volleyball at GHCHS and get back into my passion for volleyball. i wont be the most serious coach cuz i dont take too many things seriously, but im sure i could teach em a lil sometin sometin. gotta cut back on smoking, thats for sure. gotta do well in skool and thats for sure. gotta make life as straight forward as possible, thats for sure. and i cant be gay, and thats FLIPPIN for sure! one love, God bless.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:9334</id>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2006-01-12T12:04:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-12T20:04:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-12T20:04:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i could see clearly now, the rain is gone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:9131</id>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2006-01-06T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-07T06:27:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-07T06:27:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">update</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:8805</id>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-11-14T13:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-14T21:26:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-14T21:26:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i was lost, then was found. but now, im hardcore lost.</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-11-03T23:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-04T07:17:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-04T07:17:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i want to smoke a bowl.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:8331</id>
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    <title>"T-pain"</title>
    <published>2005-10-27T01:32:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-27T01:32:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the postal service- against all odds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">damnnnnn homie, in high school you was the mannnnnn homie, wtf happened to you?!? wat up dip set? dood good shit goin on.. i got my drive for golf down and my putting is solid. i lost my iron game a lil but it'll come back.. haha golf golf golf.. anyways, who wants to get me a new driver for x-mas? c'mon.. jk.. callaway please.. haha. watevs. fuck i dont know wat to say.. anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;i just have one phrase.. "T-pain"</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-09-29T11:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T18:23:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T21:09:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jouney- dont stop believing</lj:music>
    <content type="html">waddup nigga jigs.. fuck im bored as fucking fuck shit fuck. lemme give you an update check one two one two.. going to school towards my career in radiologic technology.. i hope to become a radiologist before im 25 in order to have the highest paid doctor job available.. a lil too ambitious so ill push i back to before 30.. but hopefully ill be working in the field before 25 so i could live at home, save money, by myself a whip, make my parents proud, get a mail order bride (jk).. its gonna be pimp.. golf all day with some sick ass clubs, hang out with rich white people.. holla holla.. homies, if anyone wants to have a study date, it'll be kyoote, even if youre a guy.. i just get so lonely, like akon. you know? but i get over it. new sick read : morango is a waste of money and time.. or am i late on that one? i hardly have anymore money to spend cuz i dont work a lot but i want to work at a golf course.. free shittttt!! and i bascially spend all my scrilla on golf anyways. yeah, i used to think golf was for uptight niggas with nothing better to do, but its the time of my life, except when i have  a 30 yard chip and i get it 7 feet from the hole instead of 3 feet.. gosh, its heartbreak.. and from going from birdie to bogey.. ridiculous.. aight fooos.. peace niggas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b382/illusionskatero3/nikekicks.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;sorry johnny.. i got new ones.. but i still rock the ones you copped for me..</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-06-16T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T06:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T07:42:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the all american rejects- move along</lj:music>
    <content type="html">sad thing is i feel that no one will show up to the beach or even the strip club.. so i have plan B prepared already. =) its not death. i guess im expecting too much for my bday.. so expect me to do the unexpected.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:7648</id>
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    <title>armageddon</title>
    <published>2005-06-12T20:13:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-12T20:14:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>coldplay- fix you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">at first i thought my nephew was the WHOLE solution to my dysfunctional family. now it seems he is only PART of a WHOLE list of problems that tears this family apart. heres how the story goes... it all starts with me wanting to get drunk and faded for a consecutive night in a row. things didnt go the way i planned, there was laggage.. and it didnt go down. so i sped home from Castaic in disgust.. and on the way home i get a call from my brother asking me where i was.. i said i was on my way home, and this was like at 12 20.. i asked him if he needed anything and he said he had to go to the hospital. i was like wow, i might as well bring him because my night was over and plus he really needed someone to drive him. so i said sure and i brought him to the Veterans hospital off Wilshire Blvd. he got admitted and i waited in the waiting room.. THEN AND THERE i contemplated on things.. first off, thats when i believed that SOME THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON- if i was to get drunk and faded, i wouldnt have been able to bring my bro to the hospital and he woulda been in BARNEY. second off, WTF am i doing with these drugs and all, i mean weed isnt THAT bad, but shit that shit is bad. the waiting room got too cold so i migrated back to the car at 1 AM. i slept and thought he would just meet me when he was done.. i dozed off so hardcore that when i woke up it was 4 AM. the bad part was that my brother didnt come back.. so im worried about where he is.. i walked in panic back into the hospital, wondering wats the hold up.. i didnt know exactly where he was so i walked around in panic as i couldnt find him until i was pointed in the right direction.. it was late and there was like no one there.. i get inside and ask where my brother is.. they reveal him in his vulnerable state as he layed in his bed.. they said he had short of breath from anxiety and anxiousness and gave him medication to calm down. i wondered how much longer he would take and asked them. they said i should wait a couple more hours til 6 so the doctor can realease him. so they gave me a blanket so i can wait in the waiting room.. (that blanket was baller) anyways i slept in there and there was this guy that was making some crazy ass noises.. i dunno but i thought he was masturbating without his hand.. cuz he was like "oh shit, oh boy" but yeah he wasnt.. he wasnt at the hospital to masturbate.. thats when another realization came when i figured i didnt want to be like this guy.. so my brother comes out and taps me at 8 AM and im like wow,, wtf.. so we go home and get there when my mom just scolds my brother for being unhealthy.. im like wtf and my bro is like wtf.. then her logic came into play when she she said she was mad at the fact that hes been there a couple of times and she wants them to find out wats really wrong with him and not having to keep going back. then she says that ever since he moved back into the house its been nothing but problems, and i know she was talking about Ian, my nephew. i countered for my bro saying "its not his fault! would you rather let him just die!! and not live anymore?!?" thats when i realized that i couldnt live with this shit anymore... its over.</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-05-27T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T17:50:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T17:50:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mraz- you and i both</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its official.. i cant have children.. jk thats from SNL.. wow im lame. June 18 all you livejournaler tramps better be at Zuma for my bday. or else ill throw some elbows. lemme tell you whats up... THATS WHATS UP NIGGA! hah i had a dream that Lindsay Lohan gave me a BJ.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:7130</id>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-05-18T12:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-18T19:20:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-18T19:20:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its official.. i am in LOVE with Dante Ian Manansala III.. my nephew.</content>
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    <title>this shit is bananas</title>
    <published>2005-05-15T19:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-15T19:57:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the killers- ALL these things that ive done</lj:music>
    <content type="html">aight check 1 2 1 2... 3/4 alize bleu got stallOWNED by MUAH, mingle dingled,..., kicked it on the dance for, ..., boned the fuck out. good times, very eventful, night for the ages, DO IT AGAIN?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:krisluvhookah:6572</id>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-05-06T11:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T18:44:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T18:44:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boyz to men- yesterday</lj:music>
    <content type="html">im over this thing.. maybe i need a myspace.. BUT i would never stoop to that level.. even though i might meet some interesting people/FRIENDS. bye</content>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T17:43:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T17:43:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>oliver james- half-life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">lemme tell you something.. i was at the park yesterday, alone and by myself. i tried to do pull ups.. i could only do FIVE.. its hard and sore. as i sat in the sand thingie, i saw this little girl run pretty fast towards it.. it was so funny how her attempts to jump and grab the metal thing failed.. she was so close but yet so far. i saw her tummy.. ooooooooooo. stop. all humor aside, it was a epiphagnynigagagina., how do you spell that shit? i was there to kill time. i wish i didnt have time to kill. for me i would like to spend each second of my life doing something important/ positive/ productive. but its sad that i dont have that many things to do to fulfil that. i suggest the same to everyone else.. do something before its too late. go party. go study. go to school. go work out. go work. go chill. go sleep. do something. please. just dont sit at the park, alone, wondering wat you can be doing at just do it.</content>
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    <title>hhahah</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T20:43:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T20:43:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jason mraz- the remedy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">wow.. i had a crazy china chang dream.. i think i was back in the 6os/70s and i was partying.. and yeah everyone was having a good time.. then i was hooking up with this one chick.. haha then she had one of those long lighters for the oven or wat not.. and she tried to burn me and light me on fire.. im like "you crazy whore" but then i took it away from her and continued to fondle her.. then she started convulsing, and spazing out and having seizures.. hahhaha i was SCARED!!!! and then i was like WTF are you doing with your life.. then she died.. i was like wow, okay. for some reason i thought she overdoesed on cocaine or something.. but when i looked around the party, there were no drugs.. so i was confused.. end of dream&lt;br /&gt;as for reality, its pretty good.. balled up riverside beatmyneese, danced with the red bull girls, lost at gambling, lost at claw game, but it was worth it, even though things could have had a different outcome. thank you to everyone who made it possible....</content>
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    <title>shit</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T18:04:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T18:04:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bsb- all i have to give</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i feel like a wet piece of shit. i stink and i am fieces. and its true wat my parents told me after today, i will always be that piece of shit unless i stop doing all the bullshit i am right now. they didnt call me a piece of shit but i understood it to be that. i always want everything to be perfect, but it cant ever. so i have to do something to make shit better. either fucking cry because i feel bad for being the poor ass excuse for a son i am.. or just suck it up, fucking go to the navy, save up some money, get started in my nursing career, show my parents wats up, and never come back to their house cuz they want me to be fucking independent so i wont come crawling back with a fucking kid so they can feel sympathy for me cuz i dont need their fuckin sympathy, just like my brother did. i love that kid to death. they probably told him the same thing before he decided to enlist. which isnt a bad thing. i dont need them to take care of me, even though that would be nice.. not gonna front. all they do is googly eye their new precious grandson and kick me to the gutter. i work and have fun. i watch people play gt4, and i eat. i play blackjack for quarters. i drive an hour to play basketball and 2 hours to gamble, instead of going to community college classes like englsih which serve me no purpose. i wish i had a gf or significant other. ehh dont most guys. that girl would get SOOOOOOOO much love it wouldnt be funny, but apparently that isnt wat girls want. so i got it only if you want it, but if not, watevs. i am in a pretty volatile state right now, so i think ill go run, then ill be cool and then you people wont be scared of me.</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-04-12T12:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T19:14:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T19:14:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>enrique iglesias "the Spanish hearthrob"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">check one two one two. wat am i doing with my life??? not that i want to kill myself, i just need direction. thats where drill seargents come in handy. watevs.. im on this thinger cuz im soo bored. then work is gonna be boring cuz all i do is drive to attractive women's house and give them their pizza and then they put the tip in my underpants but WATS THE FUN IN THAT?!??!?! okay kris get a life. i wish i had other things going for me. you could guess.. i dont know. lets just put it as "things could be better, and lets hope they do get better." but everything isnt PERFECT. right? so stop crying kristopher. wat a fag.. i just wanted to cuddle</content>
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    <title>dood</title>
    <published>2005-04-04T06:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-04T06:29:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>boy bands and matchbox 20- unwell</lj:music>
    <content type="html">yo china changs.. its yo.. Yo = I in Spanish. dood. i made an analogy. a good relationship is like a good computer game. its something thats there to have fun it. you know those computer games which are so addicting and fun.. but you get tired of after a while, like an hour. but then you come crawling back when you get bored again then you have joyous fun for an hour and then get bored. you know! see, thats how a good relationship goes. well, thats wat i see as good! just me. that kind of thing is SOLID. a GREAT one is like a GREAT computer game, you cant stop. wont stop. chingy and the gunners! both types of relationships are chill. Warcraft 3= great computer game! you find me a girl just like Warcraft 3 and im sold. who spends *** in a day of shopping?</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-03-29T14:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-29T22:10:51Z</published>
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    <lj:music>nsync- i want you back</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dooo... this is the place where i tell my jibber jabber and bad stories. do not pity me. hahah anyways, my tire went to shreds as i was on the freeway.. so i changed that sucka while the cars fly 70 miles per hour past me.. pretty intense.. do not cry for me. got some new kool songs for the spring time flava. o-town??? wat? mad gambling like madness. i need a gf. so i have better time spending capabilities. i want those girls in my liquid dreams!!!</content>
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    <title>krisluvhookah @ 2005-03-12T13:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T21:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-13T09:30:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>jason mraz- you and i both</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"cant stop wont stop, china chang and the NIggers cuz we, we get down baby, we get down, dealers the dealers they love us... look the bust its right thurr, look its right thurr." And thats exactly wat happened last night.. we got down! but im not trippin.. i just feel like the biggest fat mother truckin loser.. but im a winner.. and last night was unacceptable. gonna step it up. STEP UP YOUR SRPING BREAK FIT! we be going all out with some real ass t-shirts and tribal lookin shit. holla if you wanna know whats up.</content>
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