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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/"><title>holy holy holy</title><link>http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-EU</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>holy holy holy</title><link>http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/e0/1ee9db0a88e71899bec6bccd56544c_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_english_version~3704430/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2007/12/09/not_a_party_girl~3419986/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2007/12/09/living_alone~3415699/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_english_version~3704430/"><default:title>hmm..</default:title><default:link>http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_english_version~3704430/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-02-09T23:40:55+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i feel worried&lt;br&gt;
when you don't call me&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes i feel sad&lt;br&gt;
when you let go of your hands&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i wonder&lt;br&gt;
when i see your mind is far away&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes i'm afraid&lt;br&gt;
if one day you will go away&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i cry&lt;br&gt;
when our memories seem to fade out&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes i hate&lt;br&gt;
when you forget me in your own world&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i want to fly high&lt;br&gt;
when you play a song for me&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes i feel safe&lt;br&gt;
when i know that you watch me in my sleep&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i feel so small&lt;br&gt;
but not anymore when you lift me up&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes i feel so angry&lt;br&gt;
but it's gone when your eyes calm me down&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Sometimes i dream too much&lt;br&gt;
but do you know that they're about us?&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes you wonder, maybe...&lt;br&gt;
why i never say 'i love you'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;you are the day and night&lt;br&gt;
the sunshine&lt;br&gt;
the hope&lt;br&gt;
the dream....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;so don't ask again&lt;br&gt;
because i do. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/the_english_version~3704430/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Sometimes i feel worried<br>
when you don't call me<br>
Sometimes i feel sad<br>
when you let go of your hands</p>
	<p>Sometimes i wonder<br>
when i see your mind is far away<br>
Sometimes i'm afraid<br>
if one day you will go away</p>
	<p>Sometimes i cry<br>
when our memories seem to fade out<br>
Sometimes i hate<br>
when you forget me in your own world</p>
	<p>Sometimes i want to fly high<br>
when you play a song for me<br>
Sometimes i feel safe<br>
when i know that you watch me in my sleep</p>
	<p>Sometimes i feel so small<br>
but not anymore when you lift me up<br>
Sometimes i feel so angry<br>
but it's gone when your eyes calm me down</p>
	<p>Sometimes i dream too much<br>
but do you know that they're about us?<br>
Sometimes you wonder, maybe...<br>
why i never say 'i love you'</p>
	<p>you are the day and night<br>
the sunshine<br>
the hope<br>
the dream....</p>
	<p>so don't ask again<br>
because i do. </p>
	<p></p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Also because I've been to those dinner parties and I always felt they all talked non-sense and gossiping around and saying stupid things. It can be fun to watch (or be a part of it) but I prefer not to be there everyweek.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I even know some of my friends who are always quiet and shy and normally don't talk. Then at the dinners they still don't have much to say. They just sit and listen the crap and be quiet. Do they enjoy being there? well they say, "because it makes you look cool and a very social person if you go to parties." Heh? &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" border="0" alt="" width="23" height="15"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2007/12/09/not_a_party_girl~3419986/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Is it strange that I don&#39;t like to go out on friday nite? or saturday nite? <br>because some people question it. <br> <br>I know that most of my fellow friends like it very much to go bars, or have big dinners, drinking and getting drunk. Hey I don&#39;t have anything against it. <br>I do that also, on friend&#39;s birthdays, ór after concerts, or sometimes when I get stress during a busy week. But yes, I don&#39;t go out every weekend. Most of the time I prefer to be in my room and spend time there alone because I like spending time with myself. </p>
	<p>Also because I&#39;ve been to those dinner parties and I always felt they all talked non-sense and gossiping around and saying stupid things. It can be fun to watch (or be a part of it) but I prefer not to be there everyweek.</p>
	<p>I even know some of my friends who are always quiet and shy and normally don&#39;t talk. Then at the dinners they still don&#39;t have much to say. They just sit and listen the crap and be quiet. Do they enjoy being there? well they say, "because it makes you look cool and a very social person if you go to parties." Heh? <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" border="0" alt="" width="23" height="15"></p>
	<p> </p>
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	&lt;p&gt;2. then, i started to look at the world around me.&lt;br&gt;new school, new people, new home, new country, new clean fresh air of holland &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/05biggrin.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;3. i began to like my new life.&lt;br&gt;i have a great piano teacher. now after 3 years i adore him more and more.  &lt;br&gt;i have a best friend... my dear Finnish friend Heli-Sisko Kristiina Kantola. she's in spain now and still the best-est  i got so far...&lt;br&gt;i met my boyfriend. luv luv&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;4. trouble never stops...&lt;br&gt;i got robbed in my second year (don't want to be racist, but i kinda hate all the problems made by these imigrant people in this city. always them!) &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys30.gif" border="0" alt="" width="38" height="26"&gt;&lt;br&gt;i didn't get my residence permit for one year (made me had to cancel a holiday to paris. !!!)&lt;br&gt;i had to move house 3 times because of the landlord. God, i love to do all the decoration and stuff,but it was terribly tiring and took long time....&lt;br&gt;i ran out of money. Already a few times i saw a minus number in my account. &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/092eek.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5. never give up! it's so true..&lt;br&gt;now, hopefully i can finish this school year without asking money from my parents. I got a job as a pianist in a high school. It's enjoyable, good for experience, nice people, and good money as well. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is just a general things about what i've done these 3 years. i'm not always satisfied, but i'm happy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://lovedarcy.blog.co.uk/2007/12/09/living_alone~3415699/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>well, not exactly alone. i got a wonderful boyfriend and nice friends. <br>1. but i miss my family! so much! the first 19 years of life i spent with them at home. i used to depend on them in almost eveything. when i came here august 2004, i was like.... huaaaaaaaaaaaaaa what a terrible homesick-days in first week!</p>
	<p>2. then, i started to look at the world around me.<br>new school, new people, new home, new country, new clean fresh air of holland <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/05biggrin.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"></p>
	<p>3. i began to like my new life.<br>i have a great piano teacher. now after 3 years i adore him more and more.  <br>i have a best friend... my dear Finnish friend Heli-Sisko Kristiina Kantola. she&#39;s in spain now and still the best-est  i got so far...<br>i met my boyfriend. luv luv</p>
	<p>4. trouble never stops...<br>i got robbed in my second year (don&#39;t want to be racist, but i kinda hate all the problems made by these imigrant people in this city. always them!) <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/smileys30.gif" border="0" alt="" width="38" height="26"><br>i didn&#39;t get my residence permit for one year (made me had to cancel a holiday to paris. !!!)<br>i had to move house 3 times because of the landlord. God, i love to do all the decoration and stuff,but it was terribly tiring and took long time....<br>i ran out of money. Already a few times i saw a minus number in my account. <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/092eek.gif" border="0" alt="" width="15" height="15"></p>
	<p>5. never give up! it&#39;s so true..<br>now, hopefully i can finish this school year without asking money from my parents. I got a job as a pianist in a high school. It&#39;s enjoyable, good for experience, nice people, and good money as well. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p>
	<p>This is just a general things about what i&#39;ve done these 3 years. i&#39;m not always satisfied, but i&#39;m happy. </p>
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