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  <title>Fiona</title>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:06:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;D-I-D Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_drumlinechick&apos; lj:user=&apos;drumlinechick&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;drumlinechick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim: &lt;/b&gt;Po and Tigress (Kung Fu Panda fandom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Table: &lt;/b&gt;DIY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt;Distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Tigress refuses to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Spoilers for the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;Will be cross-posted to my journal and ff.net. ^^ (The latter will be when I&apos;m not so lazy. xD)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Click me!&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When she was just a cub, she’d been told tales of princesses in far off towers being rescued by their Prince Charming. Unlike other female tigers her age, she had despised these princesses – after all, they sat around all day, waiting for their ‘one true love’ to come save them. How pitiful. She vowed then that she would never allow herself to become like them – fragile and weak.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, as she helped evacuate the village in the face of the imminent arrival of Tai Lung, she couldn’t help but feel like one of the princesses – leaving it up to the ‘hero’ of the story to save them all, the one she hadn’t even believed in not too long ago. It was all up to Po now, and, with a barely concealed frown, she realized that she’d become a damsel in distress, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:00:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_drumlinechick&apos; lj:user=&apos;drumlinechick&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;drumlinechick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim: &lt;/b&gt;Po and Tigress (Kung Fu Panda fandom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Table: &lt;/b&gt;DIY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt;&quot;Hero&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Tigress admits she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Spoilers for the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;Will be cross-posted to my journal and ff.net. ^^ (The latter will be when I&apos;m not so lazy. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Click meee!&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’d been wrong about him, it turns out. At first, she wondered how such a lazy, unbecoming young Panda like Po could be the legendary Dragon Warrior – he was clueless as to the ways of Kung Fu…and pretty much anything that didn’t involve eating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was, of course, before the incident at the bridge, when the so-called “Furious Five” had gotten their butts handed to them by none other than Tai Lung. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Five returned battle-weary and battered, only to find Po and Shifu joking around as if Tai Lung really wasn’t on his way to extract his revenge for being enslaved for twenty years. Tigress was confused, at the time – Shifu hadn’t smiled since before Tai Lung’s rampage, yet there he was, joking around with Po about how “awesome” Po had been during their training.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was when she’d first started to believe in him. If he could restore some small amount of happiness to Master Shifu, then maybe…just maybe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;…he &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; a hero, after all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 01:55:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title: &lt;/b&gt;Jealous, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_drumlinechick&apos; lj:user=&apos;drumlinechick&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://drumlinechick.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;drumlinechick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claim: &lt;/b&gt;Po and Tigress (Kung Fu Panda fandom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Table: &lt;/b&gt;DIY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt: &lt;/b&gt;Jealousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: &lt;/b&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary: &lt;/b&gt;Spoilers for the movie. The panda drops in, and Tigress isn&apos;t amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warnings: &lt;/b&gt;Spoilers for the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notes: &lt;/b&gt;Will be cross-posted to my journal and ff.net. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Click me..&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Are you pointing at...me, Master Oogway?” Tigress asked, unsure how to approach the situation. She didn’t dare to hope that he was, in fact, pointing to her; becoming the Dragon Warrior would be too good to be true.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With that one word, Tigress’ hopes were shattered.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She felt overcome with an emotion entirely foreign to her, one she’d never been faced with before– jealousy. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It filled her so much that only years of vigilant training kept her in check.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As the crowd cheered and the Panda was carried off, she came to the conclusion that she didn’t like this Panda – he awoke a new emotion in her, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:31:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>10 Hurt/Comfort Prompt Table</title>
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&lt;td&gt;3. Loneliness&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;4. Fear&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;5. Desperation&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;6. Broken&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;7. Love&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;8. Pain&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;9. Anger&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;10. &lt;a href=&quot;http://community.livejournal.com/10_hurt_comfort/94816.html&quot;&gt;Distress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:15:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I have one thing to say.</title>
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  <description>In Soviet Russia, Mudkip like -you-.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 20:27:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Fic: Tattoo</title>
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  <description>Name: Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Length: Under 1,000 words&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Caspian/Susan&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Susan thinks back on her time in Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x-posted at susancaspian ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Click me!&quot;&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: I don’t own Narnia or any related characters. Narnia belongs to…er...Disney, I suppose. :D &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So don’t sue me. I’m poor. You won’t get any money from a lawsuit. Oh, and I don’t own Jordin Sparks’ song, &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Tattoo&lt;/i&gt;, either. No money is being made from the writing of this fic.&lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br style=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Author’s Note: I was actually playing a popular MMORPG game, Maplestory, when this song came on the radio I listen to on the internet – Maple Radio. I’d heard this song a thousand times, but it hadn’t really seemed Susan/Caspian to me till I paid attention. I’ve been in a Susan/Caspian mood lately (mainly because I’ve been reading all the fics and being a beta reader for Stephanie), so the lyrics finally clicked with me. On a final note, please be gentle when reviewing? This is my first written fic in a loooong time.&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Don’t look back, got a new direction&lt;br /&gt; I loved you once and I needed protection&lt;br /&gt; you’re still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt; you’re on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Just like a tattoo...&lt;br /&gt; I’ll always have...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;…you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;-Jordin Sparks, “Tattoo”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Susan sighed as the teacher droned on about the theories of a man named Isaac Newton and his laws concerning gravity. Susan took the opportunity to drown out her professor’s monotone voice, allowing her thoughts to turn towards a certain Telmarine prince-no, he was King now, Susan reminded herself- back in Narnia. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ever since her return, she’d been thinking more and more about Caspian and finding herself rethinking her words to him before she’d left – she’d told him it never would’ve worked between them. However, now she was having second thoughts – it’d just felt so &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; when she kissed him. Sure, she’d kissed other boys – not many, but enough to know the difference between a kiss and…well...a &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;kiss.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And what a kiss it was. It’d taken her breath away, catching her by surprise. She was even more taken aback when he kissed her back. She remembers missing the feel of his lips on her own as soon as they’d broken apart. When he’d buried his face into her neck, her stomach had been filled with butterflies – his breath on her neck, and &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;oh, &lt;/i&gt;he was so close. She took the moment to inhale the scent that was so uniquely Caspian – he smelled like a forest after a rainstorm mixed with something she couldn’t quite identify. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Susan mentally halted those thoughts – thoughts like those were dangerous nowadays, at least for her. ‘&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I can’t help it,’&lt;/i&gt; she argued with herself. ‘&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;It wasn’t exactly fair of Aslan to make us separate, especially knowing what could’ve been.&apos; &lt;/i&gt;She trusted Aslan, yes, but didn’t agree with his decision. His decision had torn her away from someone…someone whom she could’ve become quite close to. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’d been down this train of thought before – it happened quite often, actually. Even the most mundane thing could spark a memory of her time in Narnia, and more often than not it was a memory of a time she shared with Caspian. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She knew quite well that these feelings weren’t ones that would fade with time – ‘&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Time heals all wounds my foot,’&lt;/i&gt; she thought. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Some part of her heart, if not all of it, would always remain back in Narnia, she could see that much already. Because she’d met him, her life had been forever changed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;‘&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;No matter what Aslan says…One day, we will meet again. I swear it, or my name isn’t Queen Susan the Gentle,’&lt;/i&gt; she silently vowed to herself. And she intended to keep that promise, no matter what.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 05:58:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>K so I kinda haven&apos;t updated in weeks..my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are a bish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve been working a lot lately, soyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY. I saw Iron Man and Prince Caspian and holy shit. &amp;lt;3 I&apos;m in love with Tony/Pepper (Rofl, Pepperony) and Susan/Caspian. &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 19:27:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>God I love that movie. I reccommend it highly..it reminded me of Ocean&apos;s 11. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Vaguely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess cause it&apos;s in vegas or something. xD Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner winner chicken dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;hr width=&quot;30%&quot; /&gt; &lt;a name=&quot;qt0141900&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000228/&quot;&gt;Micky Rosa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: [&lt;i class=&quot;fine&quot;&gt;while Choi is stealing everything that isn&apos;t nailed down in the hotel room&lt;/i&gt;] *Hey!* You steal The Bible, you go to Hell. Those are the rules.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1683094/&quot;&gt;Choi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Like I&apos;m not going anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the asian guy. xD He&apos;s my favorite. &amp;lt;&amp;lt; (If anybody links me to 21 icons, I&apos;ll love you for the rest of eternity. xD)</description>
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