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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:tisnoti.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>Life</title><link rel="self" href="http://tisnoti.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tisnoti.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T08:08:10+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:tisnoti.blog.co.uk,2007-10-11:/2007/10/11/life~3122272/</id><title>Life</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tisnoti.blog.co.uk/2007/10/11/life~3122272/"/><author><name>tisnoti</name></author><published>2007-10-11T23:49:42+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:49:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I finally decided to start a blog.  Why, because I can, because no-one knows who I am and because I want to.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;They say that everyone has a good tale to tell - why should I be any different.  I am coming to a time of my life where I want to record what I did, what I said, how I felt.  Is that vain of me.. I don't know.  What I do know is, the person that is writing this blog is not the person known to the people that know me.... even the ones that think they truly know me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I sometimes feel like some sort of mad schizophrenic, except I'm not mad, I don't think! Maybe I am? I seem to be different people to different people. I spend my life trying to be this multiple one size fits all sort of person, to some I am a "goody goody butter wouldn't melt" sort of person.  To others I am the game for a laugh, couldn't care less, let's have a ball sort of person - but to me I am this scared little girl running round in circles trying to be what everyone wants me to be.  Wanna laugh, I can do that, wann Miss Perfect, I can do that too, wanna woman that doesn't care less, does what she wants (thats a laugh for a start) roll up roll up see this girl in action.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Who am I.... I really have no idea.  So, I have decided to write it all down... maybe it will all make sense then.  Who knows...maybe I'll discover the real me.
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