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MY NEW HOUSE..Ma Crib..
At last.. house has found and paid for by the Bank. We have to pay it for the next 15 years.. yippee...we get the keys on 15th of January 2012. It will be hard to leave here after 20 years..but..our own house..yippeeeeee...the shop underneath also belongs to us. I will leave the business there for one year then I will kick them out  and use the shop to start my own "learning languages institute" We own the whole corner house right up to the double doors on the right hand side by the yellow car.
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CONCERT IN MAINZ ON FRIDAY
All Mainzer-Wiesbadener Fans..Are you gonna be there? No? .. tough luck.. I will be and it will be great.. See you around maybe 
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WHY DOES GOD FEEL THE NEED TO PUNISH WOMEN?
Comon guys..lets be honest..The only problems you have to deal with is.. US WOMEN!!!
Why the hell does God think we have to suffer more?
Periods, losing our virginity, childbirth, tweezing eyebrows and to cop it all... why the hell did he invent Silk - Epil?
It freaking hurts. don´t you guys think for one moment that it doesn´t hurt..don´t believe me? try the fekking thing.. OUCH!!!!
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LONG TIME NO SPEAK
Yes guys and dolls. After a long abscence I have decided to regain hold on myblog. Facebook and wkw captured my interest for a while.. but.. nothing better than having a page where nobody can add a comment or spam me.
News from Jamie-Lee.. Isn´t she just a sweetie 
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Meet My Hands And Feet
Started to learn how to box..can´t believe how hard the training is..but.. I love it..treated myself to my own boxing gloves and knuckle bandages..and...whilst I was in England in July, I came across a German shoe shop. Deichmann..and bought myself some really glam high heels..So I can kick you when you´re down and out!!
MEET MY FEET
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DEATH LEFT HIS VISITING CARD
Death decided to come into my life and leave his visiting card. He wasn´t invited. He just came..unexpectedly and without showing any mercy, took what he wanted and left. I can´t believe you are gone Arli. It feels like somebody has stolen the sunshine. I miss you. We all miss you..and it hurts, it really does hurt.
The question "why" will never be answered. Jesus freaking christ..how many times have I asked why.
I told you that you were our golden girl..always smiling..you would walk into the room..and it would just light up..you said..everything that shines doesn´t mean it´s made of gold..I hugged you..If I had known it would be the last time that I would see you..I would have never let go. We really do miss you Arli.
R.I.P Arli
Arli 8.7.83 - 8.1.10
>FOR ARLI
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BORDERS
Borders
Let me see if I understand all this...
· If you cross the North Korean border illegally you get 12
years hard labor.
· If you cross the Iranian border illegally, you are detained
indefinitely.
· If you cross the Afghan border illegally, you get shot.
· If you cross the Saudi Arabian border illegally, you will be
jailed.
· If you cross the Chinese border illegally, you may never
be heard from again.
· If you cross the Venezuelan border illegally, you will be
branded a spy and your fate will be sealed.
· If you cross the Cuban border illegally, you will be thrown
into political prison to rot.
· If you cross the UK borders illegally, you get:
A job
A drivers license
A social security card
Welfare
Food stamps
Credit cards
Subsidised rent or a loan to buy a house
Free education
Free health care
And in many instances you can vote
Hmmm.. No wonder England is known as a soft touch country.
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Pick Up The Pieces Of Me
Spread out all over floor, or should I say, scattered
Fragments, broken, torn apart and shattered,
Like an empty vase, thrown in anger against the wall
I should have known, the higher I fly, the harder the fall,
Who's going to be there now, how can that be?
Nobody left to pick up the pieces of me.
My senses are ravished, livid and reeling
A volcano errupting with a hidden dark feeling,
Rebounding like a tin can kicked in the gutter
Almost choking on emotions, words unable to utter,
All alone in the world, but, how can that be?
Nobody left to pick up the pieces of me.
Confusion invading my thoughts like an army
Driving me mad or should I say barmy,
Frustration nibbling at my innermost feeling
Opening the wounds and stopping the healing
I allowed it to happen, but how can it be
That nobody wants to have pieces of me
Kathryn 24.10.09
Unfinished...
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