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			<title><![CDATA[Awkward, Prince Charming & Dreams...]]></title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7475-Awkward-Prince-Charming-amp-Dreams</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 22:30:46 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I feel weird...I'm indeed happy,but in the same time I'm confused...My feelings about what's around me are ineffable...However big and drastic that...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I feel weird...I'm indeed happy,but in the same time I'm confused...My feelings about what's around me are ineffable...However big and drastic that might sound,it's true.While I generally know what I want from life,while I generally know how to deal with important questions that arise:literature,matters of spirit,perhaps politics,I can't seem to handle the simplest of things.And I seriusly don't know how to describe it.Making friends is difficult for me since I'm really shy time to time and when it comes to love matters...I suck...<br />
<br />
Well,I guess I might as well say why this all started.Today I met <i>him</i>,<i>that</i> guy,the one that gave me goose bumps for two and a half years and is still continuing to do so.<br />
<br />
I saw him today and I felt light.I felt cute,I felt girlish...I walked towards him and I felt hopeful.He hugged me and it was like old times were back;those old times when we were still friends,when he wasn't aware of my love,when we had those long weird conversations everyone on the school considered overly geekish...<br />
<br />
I realised that all my imagination these past years has been working on this.See,I always imagine stories,events,ideas where a couple is always central.Even in the most philosophical of my thoughts,love is always there.My eternal quest for Prince Charming...Yes,he exists.In my dreams.And I love him.I love my dreams.Now the question remains...how can I make them real?...</blockquote>

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			<title>Seeking</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7135-Seeking</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 22:59:22 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I am sitting here in front of my computer,dying to sleep...I am also having a very interesting chat converstion with a friend of mine about...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I am sitting here in front of my computer,dying to sleep...I am also having a very interesting chat converstion with a friend of mine about philosophy and &quot;Faust&quot;.I feel like one of those famous editors now,fixing his paper and redirecting his thoughts...<br />
<br />
I had this physics exam today.It was quite easy,but I've been studying physics thoroughly this year,so it's probably normal.And then,at literature's class,I made my teacher laugh and nobody has done that this far...I'm being pretty funny lately...<br />
<br />
With all these I mean that I am starting to achieve part of what I want to achieve.I have always wanted to be an intellectually active person...And I believe I am starting to be.I read a lot.I try to write whenever I have time and inspiration.I debate the whole time.I try to make my line of thought evolve.I try to raise my interest on various subjects.I love history and philosophy,but on the same time I am fascinated by physics and Einstein;I live for literature but I feel amazed by many mathematical theories.But yet?...Is it real?Is what I am trying to do just a play?Is it just trying to be good and brave?Is it a list of things to do this year?I like not to think so.But I might be easily mistaken.I know someone that is very smart and very cultivated.But you can tell he is following a list all the time.In the end,what's wrong with that?Maybe it has to be a list there...<br />
<br />
I don't know.For some time now I have been in a constant state of searching.Of searching for what?Maybe the supreme truth...I know,it lasts a lifetime...Several lifetimes...Million lifetimes?Who am I to find this supreme truth if all the greatest haven't?Anyhow,what's weirdest is that everyday more I understand tha the small and ordinary things of life are the ones that help the seeker advance.Or are these the delusions of a sixteen year old?...</blockquote>

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			<title>Our school system:Part I</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7123-Our-school-system-Part-I</link>
			<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:07:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I wonder if our school system is just weird.I mean,we study thirteen subjects(okay,twelve,since one doesn't get homework in Physical...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Sometimes I wonder if our school system is just weird.I mean,we study thirteen subjects(okay,twelve,since one doesn't get homework in Physical Education)and if one doesn't exel at each of these subjects,one is considered a mid-level student.I recently found out that in Norway high schools have something like seven subjects in the prefinal year and five in the final.I think it's the same with England...<br />
<br />
Anyhow,it is a bit of a struggle to learn for at least four subjects in one afternoon(these are the fortunate cases when the next day we have PE or something so easy one can study at class).We DO get out of school very prepared but sometimes I wonder,what do you need that much of a detailed preparation for if you are taking a completely different direction in life?Our physics is like an introduction to the first semester of university studies and our history is like an almanac:you can find everything there(but I like that,so I'm not complaining:p)...<br />
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Note:I might have hyperbolised a bit:D!</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Naive...But complex...Isn't it?...]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 22:28:42 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Today I went out with a friend of mine that is now in university,but used to be in my high school.For two years he was in the same class with the boy...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Today I went out with a friend of mine that is now in university,but used to be in my high school.For two years he was in the same class with the boy I loved(how dramatic)so I think ke knows me kind of...kind of very well...Today I realised what I had been suspecting for a long time:I still like THE guy.I though I had forgotten about him since my whole year was so busy,so interesting and so about me.I literally had no time to think about him(or any male,for that matter)no more.So it did feel a bit weird to finally know I still feel something.My friend says that it is normal,since you can't help to feel a little something when the subject of the great love of your life this far comes up.It feels like a step backwards though...Is it?<br />
<br />
You see,last year,I kind of proposed to him.And it was exactly because I wanted to get over him that I did it.I knew he would say no,but hearing the answer kind of made me grow up emotionally and it was really helpful...But...Alas...Seemingly grown ups can be naive children once again...<br />
<br />
So now I am confused...I don't know what to do...Because,you see,the thing is,there are several options...I can flirt discretely with him once again,I can flirt with other boys,I can just deal with school,which is proving to be a bit hard to deal with right now...But for me it is not very easy to decide...Because,you see,I was this very enthusiastic girl about high school when I met him;that far all my male friends were &quot;punks&quot; that picked fights,talked about cars and played football all day.He was special,intellingent,smart,obviously cultivated...But then,as time went by,as the blindness started wearing off from my eyes,I noticed that he was a person full of complexes,a bit too obsessed with clichees,maybe a tad prejudicial.It's me that's being complicated now,isn't it?<br />
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Yep,sorry for all this,I just can't keep a diary:p!</blockquote>

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			<title>Sleep...</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 23:09:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Yes,I finished tidying up my room(well,long ago,but it's still a big succes:D)so now I'm sitting here,just not wanting to sleep.I know why I don't...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Yes,I finished tidying up my room(well,long ago,but it's still a big succes:D)so now I'm sitting here,just not wanting to sleep.I know why I don't sleep now...You see,I'm that kind of person that believes sleep is actually sacred,but in the end,if I look closely,I notice that I don't lie down as much as I would like to.And that is probably due to that great fear of loosing time...The great fear of missing something that is going to happen,the great fear of not living...Sometimes I'm dead tired and I don't sleep because I think:&quot;Wait,I can read something now,or watch a movie that tomorrow it's not going to be on TV,or talk to a friend on the phone,or write something on Facebook.It's probably time to learn a bit of Chemistry(well,it never comes to that when I'm dead tired:lol:)...&quot;.So here we are...I am not yet in University and already scared of...Of what?...Getting old?...Dying?...It's weird,isn't it?...</blockquote>

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			<title>Tidying...</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 15:59:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Is it me,or is tidying up a room horribly bothering?I mean,I'm comfortable with my own mess,it's creative and all that.Certainly,sometimes I don't...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Is it me,or is tidying up a room horribly bothering?I mean,I'm comfortable with my own mess,it's creative and all that.Certainly,sometimes I don't find the clothes I want or my homeworks,but is it so bad as to make everybody home so mad at me?And ready to take &quot;sanctions&quot;?...<br />
I have been trying to make this place tidy for the last two hours or more,I think,and my books are proving to be...Well,a lot...There's no place anymore,my room is worse than two hours ago and I'm feeling less creative:p!And I'm also cold...</blockquote>

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			<title>Irritated!</title>
			<link>https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?7072-Irritated!</link>
			<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:07:17 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I know it's 1.05 AM,but exactly for that I am so mad!How can someone get the number wrong at this hour and then persist in calling you?!Some people...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I know it's 1.05 AM,but exactly for that I am so mad!How can someone get the number wrong at this hour and then persist in calling you?!Some people are just so...I can't define,it would be too evil!Ok,I'm done now:p...</blockquote>

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			<title>2009</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:02:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>It is already the second of January and I have so much plans for this year...So much plans,so little time...Seen thoroughly,one year is a very short...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">It is already the second of January and I have so much plans for this year...So much plans,so little time...Seen thoroughly,one year is a very short time to accomplish all you want...And also,1.00 AM is a very unapropriate time to be writing in one's blog,especially when one has to catch up a bit on Chemistry:D...I just wanted to inagurate it now,since I didn't do it for New Year's...So obsessed:p!</blockquote>

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