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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Was ich will, bekomm ich auch</title><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Was ich will, bekomm ich auch</title><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ce/21eea0e717f5c39d5231848629eea1_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>...</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;I've failed. It's over. And it's all my fault.&lt;br&gt;The wrong one is me.&lt;br&gt;I'm hating this. The worst thing of all is that I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; concerned. I'm bothered. I'm upset. I'm insane.&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm scared, so scared.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;Someone help me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong in me?&lt;br&gt;Cos'ho di sbagliato?&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/29/title~1996235/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/29/title~1996235/</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2007 10:06:29 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>?</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Is there a particular reason why I dwell on my memories and can't carry on? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to forget.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/~1926359/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/18/~1926359/</link><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 14:33:35 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Friday afternoon</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Yesterday I met &lt;em&gt;the right one&lt;/em&gt;. And I let him go.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming's hard&lt;br&gt;Living's harder still&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/title~1920673/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/17/title~1920673/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 13:09:10 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>F**k!</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Have I ever said I hate ambiguity?&lt;br&gt;No? Well, I'm saying it now.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate ambiguity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;br&gt;I hate people who say something and act as though they thought the opposite.&lt;br&gt;I hate people who speak to you with pleasure as long as they don't know who you are, and then stop doing so when they find out your real identity.&lt;br&gt;I hate people who don't block nor delete your msn contact even though they're clearly NOT interested in talking to you any longer.&lt;br&gt;I hate people who, after you make their phones ring, do the same to you as though they cared.&lt;br&gt;I hate you.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/11/f_k~1887341/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/11/f_k~1887341/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 20:57:45 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Good news</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Terrific! My step-brother's just told me he's getting married in August, and I'm soooo happy! My sister-in-law is Russian, and very beautiful, too. I hoped it would be her in the end. When he told me they're going to marry in Russia, though, I wished she weren't Russian. I would really like to attend their wedding, and I can't. Just hope they'll soon have a baby. I'm looking forward to being called &lt;em&gt;Aunt Catherine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smiley-laughing.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt; Ok, Catherine is not my real name, but does it matter? No, it doesn't (I love when I ask questions and then reply myself)!&lt;br&gt;Oh, about last night. It was nice, really. But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was so tired and sleepy that I wasn't quite myself. I'm always so talkative, and last night I wasn't - or at least I talked less than I usually do. I was about to fall asleep in the end - it always happens when I watch tv and the light's off. We watched two films (actually, one and a half), waiting for our pizzas to arrive. When they did, we were &lt;em&gt;starving&lt;/em&gt;! They were good as usual, at least. Almost as tasty as our typical discussions about what we're going to do if we're still single at the age of 28 (I still wonder why Dani and "John" have chosen 28 not 30 or 25). Pity we didn't talk about &lt;em&gt;teeth&lt;/em&gt;, but I'm sure "John" and Fran would have not understood what the &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt; was. Actually, nobody would.&lt;br&gt;And if I'm single at 28, I'll rape G., make him pregnant and then force him to come and live with me. (No marriage, please! The Pope would appreciate it, and what HE appreciates, I don't)
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/11/good_news~1885149/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/11/good_news~1885149/</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2007 14:49:31 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>About time!</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Tonight, I'm meeting my friends at last. We should have met yesterday but, as I had foreseen, it was impossible. We decided we would meet next week, but we ended up meeting tonight instead. Which is not bad at all, I must admit: although I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; going out on Saturday, I really want to spend some time with them. Since we're meeting at my &lt;em&gt;sister's&lt;/em&gt; (she's not really my sister, but we call each other a sister. Actually, we get on better than real sisters), my &lt;em&gt;little problem with other people&lt;/em&gt; won't really be a problem. Don't worry, I'm no &lt;strong&gt;vampire&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;img src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/090twisted.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt; Just a misanthrope. I've hated crowds and Saturdays for quite a long time now, and this makes me somewhat proud. Don't ask me why, I don't know.&lt;br&gt;Pizzaaaaaaaa, wait for me!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/10/about_time~1881608/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/10/about_time~1881608/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Mar 2007 20:09:19 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Done!</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;Passed! I'm sure I'll pass the test I had today. Well, I've always taken it for granted that I would, since I've studied rather hard and I like that subject much. I'm not at all sure I'll get top marks, though. And that was my aim.&lt;br&gt;But I was feeling pretty good. As I had planned, I sat next to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person. First time I succeeded, and that's a good sign, isn't it? So I must have done well. It's stupid, but I do believe in good signs, and that was one.&lt;br&gt;Pity there's something else which is not good at all. I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; go out with my friends - either I'm tired, or I don't feel like to. But I'm going out with them tonight, looking forward to seeing them after such a long time. &lt;br&gt;Guess what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's raining.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/done~1874422/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://hiddenmemories.blog.co.uk/2007/03/09/done~1874422/</link><pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 13:38:19 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>No title</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt something in the rain today&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is cruel&lt;br&gt;That is wrong&lt;br&gt;This is dirty&lt;br&gt;That's insane&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If there's acceptance, whence sin?&lt;br&gt;Better die than content oneself.&lt;/em&gt;
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