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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://just143.blog.co.uk/"><title>in pensive mode</title><link>http://just143.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-US</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>in pensive mode</title><link>http://just143.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/18/32a8fcd85b88a6d1bc72437c69d316_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://just143.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/whoops-3913832/"/></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://just143.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/whoops-3913832/"><default:title>whoops</default:title><default:link>http://just143.blog.co.uk/2008/03/21/whoops-3913832/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2008-03-21T11:07:31+01:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;BUMP BUMP!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;For a minute, my heart begun to beat faster and faster. As i saw my aunt's scornful face. Oh darn! I blew it..&lt;br&gt;
5 days of enrolling myself in a driving lessons and in a day, i just bump the car into the wall. Such a disgrace.&lt;br&gt;
I sat there in the driver's seat as convinced myself that: I AM IMPERFECT, SOME PEOPLE ALSO SHARE SUCH EXPERIENCE AS I HAVE. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After the incident happen, my aunt approached me. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHY?" As much as I liked to answer I had just a loss of words. Darn! Speechless of the matter. Hoping she would just forgive me and forget everything that just had happen.  Unfortunately, as much as I would like to erase that unforgivable event, i simply can't. For a moment or two. I simply stood there. Smiling. Hoping she'd be mesmerized by my smile. Silly of me to think of that. But as of that moment, my smile was of no solution. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;what a day! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I guess i won't be able to get a driver's license this year due to the unfavorable mishap.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;* ouch *
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	<p>For a minute, my heart begun to beat faster and faster. As i saw my aunt's scornful face. Oh darn! I blew it..<br>
5 days of enrolling myself in a driving lessons and in a day, i just bump the car into the wall. Such a disgrace.<br>
I sat there in the driver's seat as convinced myself that: I AM IMPERFECT, SOME PEOPLE ALSO SHARE SUCH EXPERIENCE AS I HAVE. </p>
	<p>After the incident happen, my aunt approached me. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHY?" As much as I liked to answer I had just a loss of words. Darn! Speechless of the matter. Hoping she would just forgive me and forget everything that just had happen.  Unfortunately, as much as I would like to erase that unforgivable event, i simply can't. For a moment or two. I simply stood there. Smiling. Hoping she'd be mesmerized by my smile. Silly of me to think of that. But as of that moment, my smile was of no solution. </p>
	<p>what a day! </p>
	<p>I guess i won't be able to get a driver's license this year due to the unfavorable mishap.</p>
	<p>* ouch *
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