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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://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/"><title>Random Hopeless Epiphanies &amp; Rantings..</title><link>http://Kaychee.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>Random Hopeless Epiphanies &amp; Rantings..</title><link>http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/8e/070e3c8c4910823f3246dca696ef78_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2009/03/27/i-am-back-he-is-back-5844735/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2008/11/13/impulse-5031857/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2008/11/02/hey-hey-strangers-well-literally-you-are-4970255/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/i_am_back~3778104/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2008/02/25/possibly_requiring_medication~3778084/"/></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://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2009/03/27/i-am-back-he-is-back-5844735/"><default:title>I am back. He is back</default:title><default:link>http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2009/03/27/i-am-back-he-is-back-5844735/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2009-03-27T23:40:00+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I don't know..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Too many things jus moving around my head&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My initial muse. HIM. Is back&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;He hints, dances around it, flirts, wants to care, wants to come back...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I ignore, sigh, hisss, and consider somebody else I never would have looked at in a million years.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What am I doing here?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2009/03/27/i-am-back-he-is-back-5844735/#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>What am I doing here?</p>
	<p>I don't know..</p>
	<p>Too many things jus moving around my head</p>
	<p>My initial muse. HIM. Is back</p>
	<p>He hints, dances around it, flirts, wants to care, wants to come back...</p>
	<p>I ignore, sigh, hisss, and consider somebody else I never would have looked at in a million years.</p>
	<p>What am I doing here?
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Lust ridden I become&lt;br&gt;
Staring at you across the platform&lt;br&gt;
Oblivious you become&lt;br&gt;
To my turmoiled domain&lt;br&gt;
I admire&lt;br&gt;
I desire..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;X&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just a quarter of a sip&lt;br&gt;
From your two toned lips&lt;br&gt;
The pink I save for last&lt;br&gt;
In a bid to cure my fast&lt;br&gt;
For the lengthy in between&lt;br&gt;
Alas you can't be within&lt;br&gt;
Unless shrouded in my thoughts..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Bleed&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;My heart grieves at this new way&lt;br&gt;
To have no say&lt;br&gt;
In what reason demands for the day&lt;br&gt;
That I wait&lt;br&gt;
For that destined by fate&lt;br&gt;
To be my 1 and only&lt;br&gt;
And leave me less lonely...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://Kaychee.blog.co.uk/2008/11/13/impulse-5031857/#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>Rush hour</p>
	<p>Lust ridden I become<br>
Staring at you across the platform<br>
Oblivious you become<br>
To my turmoiled domain<br>
I admire<br>
I desire..</p>
	<p>X</p>
	<p>Just a quarter of a sip<br>
From your two toned lips<br>
The pink I save for last<br>
In a bid to cure my fast<br>
For the lengthy in between<br>
Alas you can't be within<br>
Unless shrouded in my thoughts..</p>
	<p>Bleed</p>
	<p>My heart grieves at this new way<br>
To have no say<br>
In what reason demands for the day<br>
That I wait<br>
For that destined by fate<br>
To be my 1 and only<br>
And leave me less lonely...</p>
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I'm back..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Trying to gather some thoughts..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So much going on ...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's a new era indeed..new changes, new phase of life....things happenning so fast my head is spinning...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;New Job, new possibilities welcomed with more dosh off course..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Newish/Old Territory...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Where do I start from...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Still wish he was around to share all this with me...but such is not the case..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Will get there one day... *insert MJ's signature howl here*&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Couples...&lt;br&gt;
Ack...Avoid at all costs.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So in absence I am more appreciated?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And in presence....what?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It would have been wonderful to have you here, to share and enjoy what is to happen with me.. I fail to think of anyone more befitting of this? No one..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Short terms...waste of time as cynicism grows and grows as each day goes by...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I still compare you...and still no one is half up to what you are....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What to do...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Shoes could be worthy..with lack of funds, they give me the finger...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Family...I am glad for..to a certain extent for...but only just ....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I want what is mine....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What is mine?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What isn't others but mine...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Not to be flaunted in my face..but mine and mine alone to enjoy...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Loving this Dare's carry dey go song... I need you to carry dey go away from my head... &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Pride.&lt;/p&gt;
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I'm back..</p>
	<p>Trying to gather some thoughts..</p>
	<p>So much going on ...</p>
	<p>It's a new era indeed..new changes, new phase of life....things happenning so fast my head is spinning...</p>
	<p>New Job, new possibilities welcomed with more dosh off course..</p>
	<p>Newish/Old Territory...</p>
	<p>Where do I start from...</p>
	<p>Still wish he was around to share all this with me...but such is not the case..</p>
	<p>Will get there one day... *insert MJ's signature howl here*</p>
	<p>Couples...<br>
Ack...Avoid at all costs.</p>
	<p>So in absence I am more appreciated?</p>
	<p>And in presence....what?</p>
	<p>It would have been wonderful to have you here, to share and enjoy what is to happen with me.. I fail to think of anyone more befitting of this? No one..</p>
	<p>Short terms...waste of time as cynicism grows and grows as each day goes by...</p>
	<p>I still compare you...and still no one is half up to what you are....</p>
	<p>What to do...</p>
	<p>Shoes could be worthy..with lack of funds, they give me the finger...</p>
	<p>Family...I am glad for..to a certain extent for...but only just ....</p>
	<p>I want what is mine....</p>
	<p>What is mine?</p>
	<p>What isn't others but mine...</p>
	<p>Not to be flaunted in my face..but mine and mine alone to enjoy...</p>
	<p>Loving this Dare's carry dey go song... I need you to carry dey go away from my head... </p>
	<p>Pride.</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
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</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Wish I drank but I can't stand that crap! I wouldn't turn down a dose of anything just now, in my current state!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yea, I'm a boring hopeless case, nothing enlighting here, just random unvented bitterness, building up and up, &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Do I require medication? Who knows, that should probabaly help a bit, but then what happens when I get addicted to that?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Like love, I am addicted to love, was addicted to him, still addicted to him..can't get him out of my head, I should I must..I can't, I don't want to....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Must...keep...up...uncaring...facade...appear strong, appear unfazed..because the minute you open up...it never starts pouring out....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What do I want? I know...him, out of my head....get on with my life, get rid of the house, get out of this course...Get out of this situation....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am so tired...I am so tired.. I don't want to do this anymore...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Just let it be a joke, lets just ignore it all, and act like it's all OK..&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Everything is a joke, its alright, I never meant that...You are the only one I want...I need..Ure the best..I can't do without you, I was so stupid to have even thought of letting you go..What was I thinking..fuck what others say..lets just be together and give the finger to everyonelse....That's what I want him to say...to call me, dash down and see me...hold me..tell me it was all a dream...How could I have been so silly to think like that...How could I have doubted him..I want him to tell me that..and make it all go away...Like he did everything else...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ahh....Let me see.. do I feel refreshed? Redeemed, free..after being released from my typical lovelorn rantings...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Blah. I am boring. Fullstop.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I do not know what the fuck I want, I can't comprehend my thoughts, I can't comprehend my rantings, I get mad easily...but can't stay ,mad for long...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;What a waste of energy, what a waste of time.,...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Will I be back to do this again...who knows....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I just want you.,..Only you...nobody else...How can you be happy with anybody else apart from me...Were you even happy with me...Are you sure?&lt;br&gt;
Or were you just so good at putting up a front, to act like you were?&lt;br&gt;
What did I do? What did I not do?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why can't you just tell your parents to fuck off and be with me...&lt;br&gt;
OooOooh I have an appetite now..Maybe an Alpen bar would help..&lt;br&gt;
Before i try to stuff my facefull with a whole tub of icecream and only manage 3/4!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Fuck trying to be interesting and smart and open-minded.&lt;br&gt;
Just eff it to hell. Maybe I am part dyslexic.
&lt;/p&gt;
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	<p>Wish I drank but I can't stand that crap! I wouldn't turn down a dose of anything just now, in my current state!</p>
	<p>Yea, I'm a boring hopeless case, nothing enlighting here, just random unvented bitterness, building up and up, </p>
	<p>Do I require medication? Who knows, that should probabaly help a bit, but then what happens when I get addicted to that?</p>
	<p>Like love, I am addicted to love, was addicted to him, still addicted to him..can't get him out of my head, I should I must..I can't, I don't want to....</p>
	<p>Must...keep...up...uncaring...facade...appear strong, appear unfazed..because the minute you open up...it never starts pouring out....</p>
	<p>What do I want? I know...him, out of my head....get on with my life, get rid of the house, get out of this course...Get out of this situation....</p>
	<p>I am so tired...I am so tired.. I don't want to do this anymore...</p>
	<p>Just let it be a joke, lets just ignore it all, and act like it's all OK..</p>
	<p>Everything is a joke, its alright, I never meant that...You are the only one I want...I need..Ure the best..I can't do without you, I was so stupid to have even thought of letting you go..What was I thinking..fuck what others say..lets just be together and give the finger to everyonelse....That's what I want him to say...to call me, dash down and see me...hold me..tell me it was all a dream...How could I have been so silly to think like that...How could I have doubted him..I want him to tell me that..and make it all go away...Like he did everything else...</p>
	<p>Ahh....Let me see.. do I feel refreshed? Redeemed, free..after being released from my typical lovelorn rantings...</p>
	<p>Blah. I am boring. Fullstop.</p>
	<p>I do not know what the fuck I want, I can't comprehend my thoughts, I can't comprehend my rantings, I get mad easily...but can't stay ,mad for long...</p>
	<p>What a waste of energy, what a waste of time.,...</p>
	<p>Will I be back to do this again...who knows....</p>
	<p>I just want you.,..Only you...nobody else...How can you be happy with anybody else apart from me...Were you even happy with me...Are you sure?<br>
Or were you just so good at putting up a front, to act like you were?<br>
What did I do? What did I not do?</p>
	<p>Why can't you just tell your parents to fuck off and be with me...<br>
OooOooh I have an appetite now..Maybe an Alpen bar would help..<br>
Before i try to stuff my facefull with a whole tub of icecream and only manage 3/4!</p>
	<p>Fuck trying to be interesting and smart and open-minded.<br>
Just eff it to hell. Maybe I am part dyslexic.
</p>
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