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  <title>Pai Mei's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2008-02-01T08:05:53Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Part 1. The Epic Begins</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The snow fell constantly on the Diamond Coast region, but mysteriously never acumulated to more the 6 inches. It coated the forrests of evergreens that grew in this region, giving it the picturesque look of a winter wonderland, but the beauty of the landscape hid the the regions true nature.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;With very few perminant inhabitants, it was a quiet and lonely place. Those that did call the Diamond Coast home, were elemental beasts, hidden in the trees, ground, and stones. It was a dangerous place to be on any occasion.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Amid the green and white towers that were the pines, stood a single manor, also draped in shimmering snow. The mansion stood as quiet as the trees themselves, sourrounded by a cobble stone fence, disconnected only at one point by a large black gate. At the top of the gate, the thick metle bars twisted, forming a name.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; LIM BALDWIN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The manor appeared, hidden in the Diamond Coast, by unknown forces, and remained uninhabited for unkown years, until the children came.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T20:29:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T08:05:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">New Years Came Like a Punch to the Face</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Whats so good about 2008?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The ball drops. 16 secounds till new years and i shove the 16 grapes into my mouth. We are band geeks, so traditions like these often happen.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Im a sophomore in highschool, and as you can tell, band is a huge part of my life. I hang with them, have class with them, talk share eat with them. And i have gained friends i never knew i could have,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A group of seniors, 5 in particular are gradutating this year, and over the years, they have become more than friends, but family. Like true brothers and sisters.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So as the ball drops and 2008 approaches, i look around at my family of friends, all with their mouthes laughing and chomping down grapes, I realise that instead of my real older brother leaving for collage, im losing more. Brothers and sisters taht i have met in life.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;They will be back I know, to see movies we secretly want to see, and to talk about topics sacred to the bond we have, but as the new year comes, a chunk of my life leaves me&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;at least, for now&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T07:11:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-29T14:26:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Mind Tortures me. Elena, the German Girl I Love</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why is it that I see it everywhere?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The moment I heard her broken english dripping in that beautiful accent, I fell in love with her. I cant get her off my mind. Elena she said her name was&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As usual, my mind forces me to remember my &amp;#8220;stuiped times with girls I like&amp;#8221;, and being so recent, this one is especially vivid.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It was the morning, we had all spent the night at the party, and now all the boys left the designated room and met the girls in the kitchen. After making her laugh for a good 20 minutes at stuiped ansewers to disney trivia, it was time to go.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She had shown use how the germans play ping pong the previous night, and we had a blast running around the table, and although 6 played at once, me and her were usually the final 2.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Time to go, I stand at the threshold waving my firends good by, and beatiful Elena has appeared, standing not a foot in front of me. looking me in the face.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Its nice to meet you!&amp;#8221; I say as i walk out the door, never to see Elena again. What did she want?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T06:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T05:22:29Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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    <title type="text">5 thing i have never told anyone. Teen Male Band Geek</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. My friends are the only ones i never truly get annoyed with.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. I believe there is no such thing as religion, only perception of what is right and wrong, and the reasons why rights are right and wrongs are wrong.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. I fall in love way to easy, but I am terrifeied to ever take action. My constent love falling keeps me away from girls that do like me, while im too busy dreaming about the girl i could never get.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. I do not care about anything that people say about me, because anyone who would say somthing bad i dont associate with, and anyone who would say something bad about me that is a friend would have good intentions and help me fix it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. Im afraid to go out with anyone who is not in the school band, for they are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ONLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ones who truel know who I am.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T05:45:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T23:56:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Weakest Race on Earth vol.2</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Please read &amp;#8220;The Weakest Race on Earth vol. 1&amp;#8221; to avoid confusion.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now that humans have jumped off the evolutionary train in acordance with the plagues of the planet, we can begin to think of other ways in which they have doomed the future of the human race.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Technology- &lt;strong&gt; ALL &lt;/strong&gt; other species on the planet earth, struggle for survival in what is called &amp;#8220;the food chain&amp;#8221;. Over time, lizards have adapted long tounges and apropriot muscles to feed on flying insects, while flying insects have devoloped extreme motion sensitive eyes to avoid this. Humans on the other hand, have chosen a food source and devloped ways to protect it. Sparys and fertilizers protect the crop, and fences and once again medicine protect the livestock. Humans as a specis are no better at gathering food than they day the first fence was built.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Who knows by know what humans would look or act like if the efforts of getting at food were the same as that of a lion, or tarantula. Would we have gapping teeth in which to eat our livestock?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T05:19:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T22:44:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Weakest Race on Earth vol. 1</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Every planet in the universe has its diseases. Whether they erupt from bacteria spewed from its innards or genetic mutations from a wide spread inhabitant, they are there. Over time, and after vain attmepts to resist the disease, evolution allows a single organism to wield the genetic amunity, allowing it to live, and breed for a longer period of time, thus creating a species unharmed by the inevitable scorn of the planet.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;For the miniscule amount of time that humans have lived on the Earth, they have gained the right to thrive, and continue the evolutionary chain. Unfortunatly, they were inteligent enough to value indivdual life before life as a species.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Medicine- Genetic differences are now frowned upon, for they are not needed to fight off disease. These rare &amp;#8220;different&amp;#8221; people, who are actually more advanced, due to the genetic mutation, are regarded no more than anyone else, because their gift passes unnoticed. If there was no medicine, the &amp;#8220;different&amp;#8221; would be strong in a society of weak.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-02T04:57:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-21T01:52:47Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Pai Mei</name>
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