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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>of life</title><link>http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-UK</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>of life</title><link>http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/f6/2dc1f2ecb1fad5a1cb6f28dd37af4e_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>life or something like that</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;there i am on my way to mending broken bridges that i have no idea who destroyed them. what am i talking about ?? my life, the culture and society i was born into, thats what. over the weekend i had to go and visit my partenal grandpa who i had not seen in quite while a matter of years.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;my parents divorced when i was small and we rarely saw my dad (sound familiar) so i have never been close to that side of my family. my dad is dead now&lt;br&gt;
and according to my culture i have to mend bridges with them so that misfortunes don't befall me. i am not superstious but sometimes i wonder. somewhere its written the sins of the father ..... i have to make right what my parents did wrong otherwise i suffer the consequences. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;is this fair???&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/2007/05/14/life_or_something_like_that~2266713/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/2007/05/14/life_or_something_like_that~2266713/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 11:09:02 +0200</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
