<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:45:16.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114914005677874543</id><published>2006-05-31T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:34:16.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, blinded to their fate&lt;br /&gt;Destiny rings true&lt;br /&gt;When the moment comes, it is too late&lt;br /&gt;regrets linger but can never be destroyed&lt;br /&gt;For, time never turns back.&lt;br /&gt;The last breath full of memories&lt;br /&gt;the fallen chance to be happy&lt;br /&gt;it’s too late to say I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a poem i wrote-just&lt;br /&gt;in rebecca's house.&lt;br /&gt;its about people not knowing their future&lt;br /&gt;and when they die its too late to right their wrongs&lt;br /&gt;and they have no more chances to be happy and all their memories cant be retrieved&lt;br /&gt;and they cant turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) crap. i know but FUN.&lt;br /&gt;HEY i know the url is always chaingin but i hope this one sticks.&lt;br /&gt;HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;yea yea gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Marshall loves us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114914005677874543?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114914005677874543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114914005677874543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114914005677874543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114914005677874543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-blinded-to-their-fate-destiny.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114864028596321043</id><published>2006-05-26T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:44:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;it was OPERATION CLEAN-UP.&lt;br /&gt;and i was on garbage duty.&lt;br /&gt;whoop dee doo.&lt;br /&gt;today was FUN. yea it was. we stared sketchin the walls and i had to stack up like 5 chairs just to reach the notice board.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta grow.&lt;br /&gt;michelle only needed one.&lt;br /&gt;poof.&lt;br /&gt;tomoro we gotta go to arra's house and do projects. like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;its the first day of the holidays and we're doin projects.&lt;br /&gt;wad happen to puttin it off till the last minute?&lt;br /&gt;damn. i chose hardworkin friends. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for netball trainin.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait did i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SHORTLISTED.&lt;br /&gt;=))))))&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm happy. yea, i am.&lt;br /&gt;i feelin like eatin sushi.&lt;br /&gt;loads and loads of sushi. LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;there is a possibilty of a sleepover tonight. but we havent identified the location.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;see ya people soon i hope. or i think. do i?&lt;br /&gt;ohhh FUCK IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114864028596321043?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114864028596321043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114864028596321043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114864028596321043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114864028596321043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114777623857195038</id><published>2006-05-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:43:58.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you love mixing two issues together even if they are completely different dont yoou?look, the world does not revolve round you so stop treatin the people you call FRIENDS like shit.in fact, you are a fuckin hypocriote. you are like a leech. you suck our blood like you wanna hurt us. but yet, you cling onto us like you'll nver let go. admit it, you dont care bout anyone's feelins cept yours righ? i cant believe we have put up with you for so long.stop lookin down on us. you dont know wad your doin to her or how she's feelin do you?&lt;br /&gt;cant you take a fuckin hint?you complain every single damn day man. what kind of friend are you? you put us down every chance you get. but, of course, you dont care righ? thats the whole fuckin point! you dont give a fuck! man, we tried to talk but you just said crap and said you dont care. go on being like this let see wad happens. you dunno how badly i wanna shout or hit you sometimes. why? cause you hurt mine and your friends. cuz you dont give a shit bout anythin cept yourself. cuz you complain and whine almost everyday.look, we or i know you can be a good friend.; heck we even had some fun times. but i cant take it no more. she tells me to tolerate, i say retaliate.haha.i cant tolerate, i dont think i can hold it down no more. mann, fuck it. i'm seething. why wont you change? are you that cruel?you make her feel so bad. you make school so freakin sad. heck its not only  me. freakin crapass. writin this makes me so guilty but i got to. fuck. i'm close to hating you right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114777623857195038?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114777623857195038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114777623857195038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114777623857195038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114777623857195038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-love-mixing-two-issues-together.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114604183773732591</id><published>2006-04-26T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T01:57:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and sick.&lt;br /&gt;mdm seah just called me.&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea zing and sharon erm you know michigan's prez?&lt;br /&gt;got it ready liao so now you know wad to do righ?&lt;br /&gt;oh gimme the pics TOMORO.&lt;br /&gt;we got no time.&lt;br /&gt;uh uh no timee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheyenne just gave me all the pics of esen's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. he's so cute. =))&lt;br /&gt;oh and johann looked crap in all the ppics.&lt;br /&gt;well almost all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be FUN.&lt;br /&gt;so see ya when i see ya&lt;br /&gt;-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114604183773732591?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114604183773732591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114604183773732591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114604183773732591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114604183773732591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/04/heyhie.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114524555759040835</id><published>2006-04-16T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:04:46.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Proof is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Proof, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eminem's&lt;/span&gt; best friend. one of the greatest rappers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know where to begin when you lose somebody who's been such a big part of your life for so long. Proof and I were brothers," Eminem said&lt;br /&gt;Right now, there's a lot of people focusing on the way he died," Eminem said."I want to remember the way he lived. Proof was funny, he was smart, he was charming. He inspired everyone around him. He can never, ever be replaced. He was, and always will be, my best friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought together the whole Detroit scene," close friend T3 of fellow Detroit group Slum Village said. "He knew everybody. And he was one of the illest freestyle MCs ever. I remember me and him used to just battle all day.""He looked out for everybody," said his longtime friend and former manager Mark "Doughboy" Hicks. "He's one of the prototypes for the music biz in Detroit. Proof was everywhere; that was part of his thing. He was in clubs, he was a street guy, a people's person. He reminded me of Peter Tosh or Tupac, how he had his house open and welcome to everybody. He had the biggest heart [of anyone] I've ever known in my life."&lt;br /&gt;proof got shot in the early morn of 11th april 2006.&lt;br /&gt;he was shot three times: two in the chest and one in the head.&lt;br /&gt;true, proof whipped out his pistol first. but the murderer was not proof's target.&lt;br /&gt;AHH. its so freakin sad.&lt;br /&gt;Deshaun Holter A..K.A Proof A.K.A Dirty Harry, is dead.&lt;br /&gt;there aint no more D12.&lt;br /&gt;no more dirty dozen.&lt;br /&gt;no more proof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114524555759040835?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114524555759040835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114524555759040835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114524555759040835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114524555759040835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/04/proof-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114441371599976986</id><published>2006-04-07T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:03:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, life can change so much so fast&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long I can hold out, how long I.ll last&lt;br /&gt;Everyone watches me so intently&lt;br /&gt;Its like they notice my every abnormality&lt;br /&gt;But, I mean, it cant be so bad&lt;br /&gt;There must be at least one thing thats make me glad&lt;br /&gt;Nope, there are three&lt;br /&gt;But I lost one, thanks to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that sure makes me a whole load 'happy'.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah by the way the last post was from Michelle this is from ME&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;Im too bored to continue&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114441371599976986?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114441371599976986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114441371599976986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114441371599976986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114441371599976986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-life-can-change-so-much-so-fast-i_07.html' title=''/><author><name>marshallsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018950401305978217</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25448071.post-114423726434270595</id><published>2006-04-05T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:41:04.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey it's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the shell's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old cave's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get what that means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twenty ice broke the bullet that crashed his gullet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rusty Water Regular dust.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power of rationality aint crunch fiction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bet you don't know what the hell I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it makes sense.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25448071-114423726434270595?l=biting-pain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/feeds/114423726434270595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25448071&amp;postID=114423726434270595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114423726434270595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25448071/posts/default/114423726434270595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biting-pain.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-its-me.html' 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