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                    <title>TIGblogs - ariel's TIGBlog</title> 
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                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>youth is a state of mind</title> 
                    <link>http://ariel.tigblog.org/post/7206</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[filling in the tig survey on youth has to be one of the most baffling things i've done all year. ok,  so the year's only a few days old, but nonetheless...<br />
how can you define youth? it made me sad to think of all the people filling in that questionaire saying things like 'youth are the future' and similar feelgood soundbites. youth are not the future. the youthful are the future. all around me i can see teenagers, twentysomethings, who have mentalities better suited to those many decades younger. this is a highly specialised form of prejudice - agism, believe it or not. the belief that after 30, or 40, you are past it, of no use, boring. the type of youth tig is so desperately trying to define is youthfulness itself - that quality only universally possessed for the first few years of our lives. only a few retain this characteristic - youthful energy, joy, openmindedness, and the gift to see everything as new. some lose this gift so early it's a tragedy. do not pin 'youth' down. let it be as careless and beautiful in contradictions as the people it inhabits. someone asked me recently to describe myself, purely in adjectives. i couldn't possibly do it. for every positive or negative aspect of my personality i identified, its opposite within me reminded me of its existence. generalisation will be our downfall]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2003 12:19:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>#oh...wouldn't it be luvverly#</title> 
                    <link>http://ariel.tigblog.org/post/7173</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[oh my word it's a long time since i wrote one of these... again. i've come to the conclusion i only knock about on tig before exams - modules next week, maths and maths, am currently failing my mocks, but am back with the bad bad man, so at least that's ok<br />
he hasn't told his family this time, which sucks, but it's the only way we can go about it at the moment. we're both a bit freaked out, to be honest, me because he's old and wise and experienced and him because everybody automatically thinks he's a paedophile + he (probably quite rightly) thinks he'll have an unfair influence on my life<br />
problems, problems, but hey i'm quite happy <br />
went on a big cd buying + illegally pirating spree - <br />
radio 4 - gotham<br />
mr scruff - trouser jazz<br />
aim - hinterland (who incidentally comes from my little backwater of a town... hurrah!)<br />
doves - the last broadcast<br />
velvet underground + nico (which kicks ASS)<br />
mos def - black on both sides<br />
cash - johnny cash <br />
fugazi - 13 songs<br />
the music <br />
pixies - surfer rosa<br />
elvis - #1 (#caught in a trap...#)<br />
and 10 more beauties are on their way. currently desired:<br />
the liars <br />
yeah yeah yeahs (not out yet, goddammit)<br />
otis reading<br />
miles davis, thelonious monk etc<br />
dj shadow + the cut chemist<br />
sorry to bore you with huge lists of music but i LOVE IT so much + it gives me a kick to get new stuff. jeez, who needs heroin?<br />
i have this craving for a typewriter because all this maths and phsics, all these numbers, make me want to write and write endless crap (as you can tell) and rebel against their neatness, those neverending loops of logic and sequences, stretching away for ever and ever... but i must admit the most poetice thing i've discovered so far in sixth form is the concept of a superconductor. i danced round telling people about it all day. 'guess what? guess what i learned! INFINITE conductance! do you get that? INFINITE!!!!! hahahahahaha!!!'<br />
oh my god i'm turning into one of those people off university challenge who laugh at things no normal human being understands... like 'snarf snarf!!! oh yes! i see now... the answer must be root two! how elementary...'<br />
i really want to go hostelling in the lakes again, but thius summer me and my mate plan to go to amsterdam. arrrgghhh but i want to trek across hills and dales, skipping lightly through forests, on a timeless quest against evil (too much lord of the rings, i'm afraid)<br />
ok sum up of year 2002 - <br />
best lyric i heard - 'you are the son of incestuous un-ion' <br />
best book read - midnight's children<br />
best bit - 'mum! dad! boyfriend!' 'ok... how old?' 'er... 28'<br />
worst bit - thinking i was going to die on the top of some bog-infested endless mountaintop<br />
achievement of year - gotta be kicking ass in my gcses against all expectations. oh no, i lie, it was performing a meagre and pathetic but nevertheless AMAZING breakdancing move someone taught me<br />
regrets? - no! ok maybe the fatal maths decision<br />
money earned - lots<br />
money spent - MORE. mostly at affleck's palace, manchester<br />
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happy new year]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2003 06:47:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>deep breathing</title> 
                    <link>http://ariel.tigblog.org/post/6434</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[...and all is calm. sorry not-neo, got a leetle carried away there. i appreciate your comments and advice, and you were right to say i should delete the update, because it contained too much information. but i will outline the situation again but more discreetly - i will not censor my life for your reading pleasure, just protect those within it.<br />
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i, both unfortunately and fortunately, depending on your point of view, am 16. i met someone who is 28. i know how people usually view relationships of this sort and will entirely forgive you if you react badly to the age gap between us... however, we got to know each other because it was unavoidable and could not escape from the mutual attraction we felt for each other although we both tried (honestly. ok, so he tried. i wasn't bothered. so sue me). but... his family are unusually close and he told them about me (my family weren't too bothered as they saw how happy i was), and his sister went ballistic, so we are no longer together and have talked about the situation til the cows come home, but it does no good as what can you do about a situation like that? i see entirely where his family is coming from. i would have felt the same if only presented with numbers. but it doesn't mean i have to like it.<br />
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i have learnt a lot from this experience - <br />
it's not often you meet someone who makes you happy so don't let them go<br />
the worst they can do is shoot you<br />
and someone somewhere is always going to disagree with you<br />
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the rest of my life is pretty damn great at the moment - i'll update again later just for your entertainment but i'm sleepy so god bless<br />
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					<pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2002 17:28:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>note to not_neo</title> 
                    <link>http://ariel.tigblog.org/post/6421</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[yes, the update has been deleted, but not because of your confused rantings<br />
i am NOT underage<br />
if you like, i'll take the time to tell you why you are utterly wrong<br />
xx]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2002 17:19:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>i lurve my tv</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[england got knocked out! *gnark* :( it's all doom and gloom over here... but i guess we didn't deserve to win that match anyway - and the tv is back! it feels so good to watch ed again. i love that guy. if the prince william plan doesn't work out, i'm gonna go for him. i'm realistic and down to earth. honest.<br />
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well, i'm a boring boring person... so i don't really have much to say... my tv's presence has drained my brain of all constructive thoughts...<br />
<br />
<tumbleweed><br />
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i *must* stop reading terry pratchett cos all i ever do is read the same books over and over again. i try and read anything slightly more difficult and my brain shuts down. i'm one of those really sad people that has every single book, all the maps, 'the science of the discworld', the guidebook, the portfolio, and the quizbook. and i wonder why i have no life.  ]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jun 2002 09:30:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>bring on the good times</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[it's over... my exams, my 9 year stint at chetwynde... i can't believe it. i danced out of school like a madwoman yesterday, clicking my heels. i am SO HAPPY. there are all these pessimistic, irritating people at my school that i had to talk to every day - and i never need to see them again! i want to be surrounded by positive, inspiring people that make me want to be exactly where i am. GOODBYE, MRS STONES!!! hahahaha.<br />
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i am sad for some people, though... a lad in my class called sam chapman is leaving to go to sixth form in scotland, and we've been in the same class for 9 years... we may not have always talked every day but when we do he makes me laugh and i love him a lot. i guess this is the the time to move on<br />
<br />
v nervous... we gotta beat brazil... c'mon, lads<br />
<br />
*bites nails*<br />
<br />
i bought fair trade coffee so it's ok if i drink it, right?<br />
*laughs nervously*]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2002 12:05:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>yourteetharelikethestars</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[if you can walk, you can dance<br />
if you can talk, you can sing<br />
<br />
my life is one big bad hair day<br />
<br />
...the coffee has left my system... *mutters* i don't need coffee, i don't need coffee...<br />
<br />
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;<br />
only something in me understands the voice of your eyes<br />
is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.<br />
<br />
~e.e.cummings~<br />
<br />
if you are bilingual, do you think in both languages?<br />
<br />
what does qed mean?<br />
<br />
the most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious<br />
<br />
~some guy called einstein~<br />
<br />
i'm sorry, all those quotes that point out the world is beautiful and everyone is unique usually make me want to vomit, because we're alive, right? we know. but sometimes your head is empty and the words of others that fill it are comforting<br />
<br />
our deepest fear<br />
is not that we are inadequate.<br />
our deepest fear<br />
is that we are powerful beyond measure.<br />
it is our light, not our darkness,<br />
that most frightens us.<br />
we ask ourselves,<br />
'who am i to be brilliant, gorgeous,<br />
talented and fabulous?'<br />
actually, who are you not to be?<br />
you are a child of god.<br />
your playing small doesn't <br />
serve the world.<br />
there is nothing enlightend<br />
about shrinking so that other people<br />
won't feel insecure around you.<br />
we were born to make manifest the<br />
glory of god that is within us.<br />
it's not just in some of us;<br />
it's in everyone.<br />
and as we let our own light shine,<br />
we unconsciously give other people<br />
permission to do the same.<br />
as we are liberated from our own fear,<br />
our presence automatically liberates others.<br />
<br />
~nelson mandela~<br />
<br />
nelson is the man <br />
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					<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2002 16:06:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>mmm caffeine</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[today i had a physics gcse... but i was up till 3... so caffeine was intrumental in keeping me alive. we're out of instant so my best friend became the coffee percalator (? i don't often spell that). well, anyway, this morning it broke and i almost died... i tried to fix my baby, but surprise surprise i'm incompetent at that as well. BUT THEN my mum came in and said 'hey, doesn't that bit go there?' and god smiled on me once more... i love you, mum. so that's the fascinating story of my caffeine addiction...<br />
anyway, i somehow managed to get to school and flunk my way through the exam. <br />
now, i can feel the tension between me and the percalator whenever i enter the kitchen... i feel like a heroin addict whose dealer is holding out on them - i don't wanna get angry with it, because then it would break again and there would be NO MORE COFFEE, so i'm just trying to be really nice, and it's all like 'i'm so great you need me for coffee'<br />
<br />
hah! i know! i'll cheat and buy another one. all's fair in love and coffee]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2002 06:37:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>lifted</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[the small boy awoke in the night and stared at the ceiling. he lifted his hand in front of his face, noticing how the blue soft background blurred when he focussed on the four black bars of his fingers. as his ears adjusted to the buzz of the empty room, his breath hovered in a small white cloud above his head; it was cold. maybe norweb had cut them off - dad had nicked the money out of the meter again. it was damp, too. even in the comfortable dark the boy could still see the upside-down map of india on the opposite wall. as he lay there, entranced by the gentle, velvety sounds of a household asleep and dreaming, something in the boy lifted. something flew up and out and over the town, and saw the tidy, wobbling lines of fuzzy yellow streetlights, and the crawling red lights of cars, and the hardly perceptible distinction between the end of the land and the start of the sea. something circled higher and higher, and looked up to see the faint prints of stars clustered around silent, almost invisible night-time clouds. something gazed far out and traced the curves of distantly lurking hills with transparent fingers. something dived and drifted then flew up and away, and never came back.]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2002 10:50:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[adam used to eat the strawberries in our garden<br />
but now lucy picks them.<br />
she cannot know that she is mimicking her dead brother,<br />
and she merrily shows me what she's found<br />
watched by her father, who lives with 'the angels in God's heaven'<br />
<br />
<br />
even though the water washed their lives away<br />
it cannot dissolve our memories<br />
and lucy tells me adam likes the simpsons but he's dead<br />
and can i sing her a song about angels?<br />
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					<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2002 07:45:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>hunga-bunga</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[i'm reading 'the sparrow' (mary doria russell) and it's amazing<br />
go go and get it<br />
the book was instrumental in my careful avoidance of revision today<br />
i'm going to regret that on results day<br />
<br />
it's quite sad that i'll probably never study languages again... i wanted to do latin at a level but the girl's school doesn't offer it as an option while the boy's does... ooh, that's unfair<br />
maybe i'll study urdu when i'm older. one day it might be useful. i'll learn urdu, harrass someone until they teach me how to play the tabla, and scoot off to asia<br />
will i encounter trouble if i travel alone extensively because i'm female? has anyone got advice for me on this? i'd appreciate it<br />
<br />
and if anyone knows any italian curses, please please share them! it sounds so impressive to curse in italian. and of course nobody would understand<br />
<br />
only two more exams to go<br />
<br />
after the last exam, i'm going to run manically all the way out of school whooping and waving my arms in the air<br />
planning it ruins the spontaneity, i guess, but what the hey it's gonna happen<br />
<br />
i'm working on two whoops; only one will be used on the day<br />
whoop 1: wooooaaaaiiiiihahahahaha<br />
whoop 2: mainly consists of manic laughter<br />
whaddya think?<br />
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					<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2002 12:53:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>useless</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[<br><a href="http://spacefem.com/uselessquiz/index.shtml"><br />
 <img src="http://spacefem.com/uselessquiz/7.gif" border=0><br />
 </a><br><br />
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yeah! i'm a wilderbeast, dammit!<br />
<br />
tell me something truthful<br />
and i'll give you all that's true<br />
<br />
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					<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2002 05:55:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>rhythm</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[sometimes i get these rhythms in my head like this:<br />
<br />
BOOM-chicka-wolla<br />
WOOM-chicka-chicka<br />
BANG-slap-*bing*<pause><br />
hooma-hing-wop<br />
BANG!<pause><br />
chicka-ticka<br />
BOOM-ticktick-hey<br />
BANG-chickchick-hey<br />
one-and-two-and<br />
*big loud boom*<br />
<br />
if you say it really fast as it's written you kinda get the picture. cr-r-r-razy, huh? maybe a pict-sie is tapdancing on my brain.<br />
<br />
3-0! come on my sons do it for england<br />
<br />
must remember to buy more fair trade stuff - unfortunately you can only get fairly traded coffee and chocolate round here but it's better than nothing<br />
<br />
i'm really nervous cos a piece i composed is being sung in carlisle cathedral in july. it's part of a competition - there are six anthems being performed in all and there are four cash prizes. if i win anything it's going to go towards a guitar because i've always wanted to learn. oh yes, gee-tar it is. <br />
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					<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2002 16:09:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>same ol' same ol'</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[</center><img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/joy.jpg" border="0"><br><br />
<font face="verdana" size="1">Find your emotion!</a></font></center></p><br />
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<p><center><a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/wes.gif" border="0"><br><br />
<font face="verdana" size="1">Who are YOU most like?</a></font></center></p><br />
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<center><p><br />
<div align="justify" style="position: relative; width:200px"><br />
<center><img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/20percentevil.gif"><br><br />
<font size="2" face="arial" color="#C00000"><b>You are 20% evil!</b> <a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank">[?]</a></font></center><br />
<font size="1" face="arial" color="#C00000"><br />
You're pretty non-evil.  You're a little bit off of being all good, but you tend to still be orderly and peaceful.  You aren't the bad person at all...for the most part.<br />
</font></div></p></center><br />
<center><p><a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/amayaquiz.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/50percentfem.gif" border="0"><br><font face="verdana" size="1">How Gay Are YOU?</a>  <a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank">[?]</a></font></p></center><br />
<center><p><a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/french.gif" border="0" alt="Which Kiss are You?"><br><br />
<font size="1" face="verdana">Which Kiss Are You?</a></font></p></center><br />
<br />
i had a quiz fest... *shame*<br />
<br />
only 2 more gcses to go<br />
skilfully avoided revision today. heh heh.<br />
<br />
outside of a dog, books are a man's best friend.<br />
inside of a dog, it's too dark to read - groucho marx<br />
<br />
i love groucho marx. i might grow a moustache to be just like him. *waggles eyebrows*<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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					<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2002 13:59:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>?no-one knows?</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[why do *they* produce different razors for women than for men? why? it's not like we have different hair or anything. and women's razors are always less effective. mach 3 is the only way to go<br />
one day i will melt this computer down and construct something useful out of it. it makes me want to bash things (oh, for a faster connection...)<br />
exams almost over. got told off today for continuing to write after they said to stop - hee hee. <br />
the golden jubilee was one big scam - it made me feel all patriotic and benevolent towards queenie. i feel robbed of my socialist values.<br />
dear queen,<br />
you owe me one long-standing principle.<br />
thank you.<br />
sarah.<br />
but prince william is rather gorgeous. no! stop! will... not... lust... after... royalty...<br />
feel sleepy.<br />
night.<br />
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					<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2002 17:41:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>surprise!</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[i've never been so happy as at this moment<br />
because it is only ever<br />
one constant snippet of time unending<br />
i blink<br />
and the world is created anew before me.<br />
every fraction of a second<br />
the universe<br />
is destroyed<br />
recreated<br />
and blooms like a flower<br />
in the midst of raging flames<br />
blink]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2002 01:14:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>*meh*</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[you can measure how bored i am by the fact i have done three updates in a single day. truly i need help.<br />
my brother said something strange to me the other day - 'well, i suppose you don't have much to talk about when you're young'. by this he meant me and my friends, and it puzzles me while being a completely straightforward comment. does it mean at some time during the next three years wisdom will suddenly descend on me like light from heaven? cool... instant wisdom... <br />
i haven't had a relationship with a girl yet. can you know you are bisexual before having experiences on both sides? i think so.<br />
i read something true a while ago - <br />
the mind is its own place, and in itself<br />
can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.<br />
or something like that.<br />
apparently the government is proposing to put asylum seekers in detention centres in the country. as someone who lives in the country, this annoyed me greatly because they don't think that anyone worth talking about lives outside cities, and so asylum seekers will be out of sight and out of mind. plus they will all be lumped in together without a real chance to integrate into english culture or learn the language properly. <br />
i wish i could overthrow the government and initiate a real democracy]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2002 12:09:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title> cry</title> 
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                    <description><![CDATA[cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. let him not love the earth too deeply. let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or valley. for fear will rob him of all if he gives too much<br />
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alan paton]]></description> 
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                    <title>revision blows goats</title> 
                    <link>http://ariel.tigblog.org/post/4474</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[so here i am, locked in the state of limbo between exams and holiday they call study leave... i'm supposed to be revising latin literature - enough said<br />
it's not long before i'm FREE! free of this awful awful school with its tyrannical witch of a headmistress. soon i'll be going to lancaster sixth form to meet the golden haired adonis (or aphrodite) of my dreams... well, there's always hope.<br />
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arise, awake, or lie for ever fallen]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2002 06:20:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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