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  <updated>2003-12-01T07:37:32Z</updated>
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    <title>my first post...fireCOW the Chinese Pop Star</title>
    <published>2003-12-01T07:37:32Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-01T07:37:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was out shopping with my gal friend yesterday (Sunday) and we went to the heeren. This girl (arnd 19-20?) was working there. She seemed professional and polite. When Cherry finished trying on her dress the girl started getting excited as all heck and started yappign like a teenie bopper with Cherry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand because I don't know Mandarin. Poor fool..me I mean. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew they were talking about me though becos they kept lookign at me. I had my typical indredulous face. --&amp;gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left I told the sales girl "Thank You" and she just pissed her pants with excitement and couldnt' even talk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left, Cherry told me the girl thought I was some Chinese Pop star (he's got a new album out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...I've never had anyoen worship me before. It's really a unique feeling. Ego booster for sure. Now I know why stars live it up in the limelight. It makes you feel alive &amp; bigger than life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the incident was funny. Maybe when I'm feelign a bit low I'll walk past the shop for an ego booster. *hears young girls' shrill screams of orgasm*</content>
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