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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>The Perfect Man</title><link rel="self" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T21:35:25+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-14:/2007/04/14/kaci_brown_music_great_for_cheering_up~2089753/</id><title>Kaci Brown music great for cheering up</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/14/kaci_brown_music_great_for_cheering_up~2089753/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-14T12:23:06+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:23:06+02:00</updated><content type="html">	



&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/14/kaci_brown_music_great_for_cheering_up~2089753/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/the_new_adventure~2086259/</id><title>the new adventure (13)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/the_new_adventure~2086259/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T19:10:48+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:10:48+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;The new adventure was to stay at home so me hilary was in bed sobbing my tear away and i came down stairs and say mom unpacking and said what are you doing she then said hunny this is out new adventure to stay. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have realised that i have been running away when i could have stayed where we were last off. So then i stormed of in a angry mood and then say the drawing of me from alex and then it just changed my mind completly. it changed my mind about moving and the "patsy's"&lt;br&gt;
packing time.&lt;br&gt;
 I just wanted to stay so we did and after all it wasnt a bad agreement either i am very happy now and love the place where we are staying. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now i call it Home!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/the_new_adventure~2086259/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/my_mom~2086231/</id><title>My mom (12)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_mom~2086231/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T19:06:28+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:06:28+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;she then had a convosation while i was sleeping to alex about life and all alex said is was &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;look i am sorry but dont run away like what your mom does i mean if your mom is that insercure then mom satred to realise she ran away all of these years and she didnt see it. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i came home from school that day and said I WANT TO MOVE !!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
for me mom please i really want to move mom said yea but this is our new adventure&lt;br&gt;
yea well this isnt our new adventure maybe moving is mom i mean for once in your life please can you listen to me &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i do listen to you &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;no you dont you hear but you dont listen you choose what you wnt to listen to and then go agaisnt it all. but in the finally end Alex came over to our house and saw all of the boxes and he said &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;were r u going&lt;br&gt;
 mom said oh were moving so then Alex gave the drawing to my mom and suddenly realised that she wasnt going to move that the new adventure is to.......
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_mom~2086231/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/carry_on~2086190/</id><title>carry on (11)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/carry_on~2086190/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:59:05+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:59:05+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;my mom was at the brige looking at her watch that ben (me) was 20 minutes late i creeped  up to her and said&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;" mom ben isnt coming " she then said "why" then i replied because the letters ben the cd everythijng i made up and i am so so so so so sorry but i just wanted to make up happy &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;she then sobbingly &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt; said how can you do such a cruel thing i said i was just trying to make you happy she said wel... your far awzy from happy.........&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/carry_on~2086190/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/the_wedding~2086171/</id><title>The wedding (10)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/the_wedding~2086171/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:55:40+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:55:40+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;the wedding is here and i need to stop it my mom has made arange ments on the phone with alex to meet at the golden gate park her and ben but ben is getting married or is that what i think&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;all i know is that i came barging into the wedding reception and totally crashed the wedding ben wasnt even the groom he was the best man but there i stood with the e-mails we(they) had and i said&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;no you cant marry her you in love with my mom so then i suddenly realised that ben wasnt the groom so ben had a chat with me outside and i saig look at these and you will see.so then he said no i have to go back to the wedding whats left of it aniway.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/the_wedding~2086171/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/alex_you_need_to_brake_up_with_my_mom~2086130/</id><title>Alex you need to brake up with my mom (9)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/alex_you_need_to_brake_up_with_my_mom~2086130/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:50:08+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:50:08+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Alex needs to brake up with my mom because i know now that it was a huge mistake sending her the flower and then the cd and letter and then talking to her sending her e-mails it was just full bunch of lies and i want it to end so please just break up with her&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Alex said "why dont you just brake up with her on the messanger"&lt;br&gt;
and then i said " no you need to call her messanger is too cold"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;so then he put on a deep voice and thengot distracted me(hilary i was hear wiging on the other phone line in the bedroom. and because he was so distracted he saig everything aprt from what i asked him to do so then i went to school and told him off he sai he got distracted my me.so then he kissed me.
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/alex_you_need_to_brake_up_with_my_mom~2086130/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/my_moms_and_ben_as_in_me_convosation~2086104/</id><title>My moms And Ben ( as in me convosation) (8)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_moms_and_ben_as_in_me_convosation~2086104/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:45:42+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:45:42+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;this is ben(me) and my mom having a convosation about life &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ben"fanncy running into you here.&lt;br&gt;
Mom"what time is it over there?&lt;br&gt;
Ben"Late.&lt;br&gt;
Mom"i thought it would be morning.&lt;br&gt;
Ben"It is...Late morning.What are you doing?&lt;br&gt;
Mom"Thinking.&lt;br&gt;
Ben"about what?&lt;br&gt;
Mom"about how many times i have made mistakes.&lt;br&gt;
Ben"we all make mistakes&lt;br&gt;
Mom"ye but not like me i make whoppers over and over.&lt;br&gt;
Ben"tell me about your self.&lt;br&gt;
Mom" did i tell you i had kids.&lt;br&gt;
Ben" no thats great who are they.&lt;br&gt;
Mom"holly is 16 and zoe is 6.&lt;br&gt;
Ben"what did you want to do befor you came pregnant.&lt;br&gt;
Mom"well ii wanted to do a big cooking cake baking businessbut then i found out that i was pregnant.&lt;br&gt;
Ben" so you had your kid instead of fufilling your dream.&lt;br&gt;
Mom" i guess i did but i love them both i dont no what i would do without them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_moms_and_ben_as_in_me_convosation~2086104/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/what_happens_next~2086043/</id><title>what happens next (7)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/what_happens_next~2086043/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:34:41+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:36:38+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;i have as in Ben has sent my mom a cd and a letter to show that he does care about her although she was upset that cd made us all wild and that he is going to show his face sometime its just when and how?????????????????????????????????????????????????/
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/what_happens_next~2086043/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/ben~2086021/</id><title>Ben(6)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/ben~2086021/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:31:03+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:36:57+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;there actually is a freind at school who has a uncle called Ben he is handsume and owns a resturant and who is great the only thing is that he is getting married &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt; so there is such a person its just that my mom knows him but he dosent knnow her yet! i am going to write and call and put a deep low voice on or ask my boy--freinds Alex he would be perfect go to my next page see what happens next &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/ben~2086021/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/idea~2085976/</id><title>Idea (5)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/idea~2085976/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:24:58+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:37:22+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;my idea is to pretend to be Ben thats his name Ben and i am going to speak to a freind of mine at school ( boy called Alex) to see if i can use his computer to email my mom as Ben because i am going to make up a lie that he is running a resturant in&lt;br&gt;
china&lt;br&gt;
so the phone lines are impossible there so we will just see what happens.              keep reading my journel and find out what happens next.
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	&lt;p&gt;but there is a lot of thinking in this to figure out ...... give me idears
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/the_great_idea~2085964/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/hilary~2085953/</id><title>Hilary (3)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/hilary~2085953/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:20:29+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:36:11+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;i have got it !!!!!!!!!!!!! i am going to make up a imagionative perfect man its the greatist idea i will send her a pink orchit &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;because it makes a woman stand on infinate possability! i mean come on a few flowers wont hurt anione...........
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/hilary~2085953/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/my_mom_as_a_single_parent~2085939/</id><title>My Mom As A Single Parent (2)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_mom_as_a_single_parent~2085939/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:18:43+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:35:21+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;hi my name is heather hilarys mom and its making me wounder on how people get on with there lives..........this is hialrys story&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;i am going to help my mom please leeve me a comment on how i could my mom every time she has met a young bloke her age perfect for each other the perfectness has just fallen apart
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/my_mom_as_a_single_parent~2085939/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk,2007-04-13:/2007/04/13/1_the_perfect_man~2085908/</id><title>(1) The Perfect Man</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rebeccasouthorn.blog.co.uk/2007/04/13/1_the_perfect_man~2085908/"/><author><name>hilary09</name></author><published>2007-04-13T18:13:20+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:13:20+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Hi&lt;strong&gt; my name is Hilary and i would like to say that producing the film the perfect man it made me wounder it made me wounder on how my character interviens with other peoples lives &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;so this is my  story&lt;/strong&gt;
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