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	<title>Fredison.net &#187; Girls</title>
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	<description>Dispensing the benefits of Tiger Balm, while giving out my advice through my own meandering experiences.</description>
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		<title>Only Heaven Knows</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/08/24/only-heaven-knows/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 15:34:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She&#8217;s always on my mind, from the time I wake up &#8217;till i close my eyes She&#8217;s everywhere I go She&#8217;s all I know Though she&#8217;s so far away It just keeps getting stronger every day and even now she&#8217;s gone I&#8217;m still holding on So tell me where do I start &#8217;cause it&#8217;s breaking [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><strong><span><span>She&#8217;s always on my mind,<br />
from the time I wake up<br />
&#8217;till i close my eyes<br />
She&#8217;s everywhere I go<br />
She&#8217;s all I know</span></span></strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Though she&#8217;s so far away<br />
It just keeps getting stronger<br />
every day<br />
and even now she&#8217;s gone<br />
I&#8217;m still holding on</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>So tell me where do I start<br />
&#8217;cause it&#8217;s breaking my heart<br />
Don&#8217;t wanna let her go</strong></p>
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		<title>Back</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/07/20/back/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:37:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Terry&#8217;s Diary]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Terry&#8217;s Diary</strong></p>
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		<title>Broken pieces</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/05/30/broken-pieces/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 03:59:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Well, I&#8217;m not really in pieces, I&#8217;m actually doing great. What started out with such promise and seemed to feel so right, just turned out to be nothing more then just an illusion. It was a fast month and I really couldn&#8217;t be bothered any more with the lies, deceits and excuses. I knew something [...]]]></description>
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<p>Well, I&#8217;m not really in pieces, I&#8217;m actually doing great.  What started out with such promise and seemed to feel so right, just turned out to be nothing more then just an illusion.  It was a fast month and I really couldn&#8217;t be bothered any more with the lies, deceits and excuses.  I knew something was up, the minute words that sprouted from her mouth seemed so forced and fake. Words such as &#8220;you&#8217;re like a gift to me&#8221; &#8220;I love you&#8221; and even &#8220;you&#8217;re the closest thing to me&#8221;.  Which is why it came to no surprise when I found her with another man at 9pm at a mall. I wasn&#8217;t shocked, angry or hurt, truth was that I was expecting it, and it didn&#8217;t help that she gave me the look of death, and my response was a eager smile and wave.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t bother calling her or ask for an explanation, instead two hours later she called me and sobbed uncontrollably.  I had no sympathy or try and understand where she was coming from.  The conclusion was that I gave her my trust, friendship and support but she chose something else (her ex boyfriend it turns out), she flushed it all away the minute I saw him and her together holding hands.</p>
<p>Probably the best thing about this, is that I am trusting my gut instinct, and the experiences before me have made me a lot more cautious and ready for what may come.  In the meantime, I still talk to her here and there and I still have a feeling that whatever she says or does is just nothing but lies and deceit.  I wish her well in the course of life and hope that she someday changes her ways and stops being a fake.</p>
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		<title>Men can never win</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/05/14/men-can-never-win/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 09:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Girls]]></category>

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		<title>Just rest your head on my chest</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/03/06/just-rest-your-head-on-my/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 13:32:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I like this picture a whole lot!]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ladytattoo.jpg"><img class="size-full wp-image-671  aligncenter" title="ladytattoo" src="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ladytattoo.jpg" alt="" width="540" height="700" /></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>I like this picture a whole lot!</strong></p>
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		<title>My year in review part 4</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/01/18/my-year-in-review-part-4/</link>
		<comments>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2010/01/18/my-year-in-review-part-4/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 13:51:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever woken up from a dream when it felt so real and it was going great?  Well my second relationship for 2009 felt like that and while it didn&#8217;t last so long, because like a dream, I had to wake up and face reality.  Reality being that once again I put myself in a bad [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;">Ever woken up from a dream when it felt so real and it was going great?  Well my second relationship for 2009 felt like that and while it didn&#8217;t last so long, because like a dream, I had to wake up and face reality.  Reality being that once again I put myself in a bad situation and that she was far from me (oh like 300 kms or so), and like the best that I had, needed her right here with me.  I wish I could dream that dream again and see how it would&#8217;ve turned out but all I can do is just reminisce and move on.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class="size-full wp-image-531 alignnone" title="kf" src="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/kf.jpg" alt="kf" width="500" height="82" /></p>
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		<title>Female DJ&#8217;s</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2009/04/12/female-djs/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 12:31:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seeing them work the wheels of steel is just amazing and sexy.]]></description>
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<strong><br />
Seeing them work the wheels of steel is just amazing and sexy.</strong></p>
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		<title>Banana</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2009/03/18/banana/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 13:06:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I once call this friend a banana.  What do I mean by banana?  Oh you know someone who is yellow on the outside but deep down inside is white!  Oh yeah racial stereotyping &#8230;]]></description>
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<p style="text-align: left;">I once call this friend a banana.  What do I mean by banana?  Oh you know someone who is yellow on the outside but deep down inside is white!  Oh yeah racial stereotyping &#8230;</p>
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		<title>Coffee</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2008/09/05/coffee/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 14:45:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Coffee and Company, was nice back in them days. Â ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="center">Coffee and Company, was nice back in them days.</p>
<p>Â <a href="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/gfs.jpg" title="gfs.jpg"></a></p>
<p style="text-align: center"><a href="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/gfs.jpg" title="gfs.jpg"><img src="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/gfs.jpg" alt="gfs.jpg" /></a></p>
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		<title>Stolen</title>
		<link>http://www.fredison.net/blog/index.php/2008/08/18/stolen/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 10:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>fredison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first time was in New York, and the second time, well that&#8217;s a story that will be toldÂ another day perhaps.Â  But what both had in common, was that there was nothing but good memories, laughter, and more.Â  I remembered thinking that this was it and I finally found happiness.Â  To be able to be [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The first time was in New York, and the second time, well that&#8217;s a story that will be toldÂ another day perhaps.Â  But what both had in common, was that there was nothing but good memories, laughter, and more.Â  I remembered thinking that this was it and I finally found happiness.Â  To be able to be with someone that you can share things with, and do things you&#8217;ll never probably do again is something that can&#8217;t be described.Â  I want to remember these times for the rest of my life, and even as I may grow to become an old senile man, I hope that these memories are still strong in my head.Â  I feel that they both have stolen my heart &#8230;..</p>
<p style="text-align: center"><img src="http://www.fredison.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/heart1.jpg" alt="heart1.jpg" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center">
Image courtesy of this <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pipocanancy/1392920328/in/set-72157600764239027/">link</a></p>
<p><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2agG3fUPBM/aus=false/"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2agG3fUPBM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"></embed><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/IlDcN5D/music/HwH9SU8c/dashboard_confessional_stolen/">Stolen &#8211; Dashboard Confessional</a></object></p>
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