<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:32.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in between random illusions</title><subtitle type='html'>live a life, feel the ups and downs and all arounds.

an erroneous perception of reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomillusions.com"&gt;randomillusions.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://between.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-107814821035165418</id><published>2004-03-01T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T05:38:57.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a whole 2 years later! almost to the day-ironic? Nah, just a little odd. so this guy at work, &lt;a href="http://craigmartell.blog-city.com"&gt;craig&lt;/a&gt; said something about selling t-shirts for his website. T-Shirt? Yeah man, if it's a little unique i'm all for it. His site is a blog and when i visited this morning it reminded me of just how much i used to enjoy both reading and writing blogs. And after a try or two, i remembered my password to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; and here i am. &lt;br /&gt;Old entired and all...&lt;br /&gt;I will archive them at some point.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to get to work; have to make sure those ahm wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.hpshopping.com"&gt;hpshopping.com&lt;/a&gt; cx's have someone to yell at this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-107814821035165418?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/107814821035165418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/107814821035165418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107814821035165418' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-10312980</id><published>2002-03-02T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T15:57:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i haven't been keeping up with it. what can i say; my interest comes and goes. but tonight i'm home alone and feeling just that. i miss D. i miss uni and mel (even though she's got someone now) i miss having something to do on a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;he called me this morning, and even though he was up late and i was up early, it felt so good to hear his voice. i lay back in bed, cradling the phone and if i closed my eyes, and tried really hard, i could, for a moment, pretend that he was there. beside me around me touching me touching him. inside me.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-10312980?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/10312980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/10312980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2002_02_24_archive.html#10312980' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-9360988</id><published>2002-02-04T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-04T06:17:20.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel well. i think i'm still feeling the effects from last weekend, when I spent the night in the hospital, IV, gravol and demerol inducing hallucinations and the art of the spinning world. the last time i was in the hospital was 1986. the nurse pointed out to me at 4am last sunday morning. "it's been awhile" she said and looked at me, half standing (mostly falling) as though expecting an answer.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in so much pain you wanted the world to end, if not pause momentarily? i had someone cutting me from the insideout and whoever it was seems to have taken up permanent residence inside.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D called this morning at 7 to wake me up. i'm not working today because i have to go see my dentist and drop off my passport application; both of which require a three+ hour drive. too bad it's goign to storm.&lt;br /&gt;Rhon, Mum and i are meeting Mel and Don for supper. i think we'll go to &lt;a href="http://www.mikes.ca/"&gt;Mike's&lt;/a&gt; because last time we were there, Don had a new job, we were all going out and the world was generally ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this could be the last time i see them. &lt;br /&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-9360988?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9360988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9360988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9360988' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-9335612</id><published>2002-02-03T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T18:07:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, about my move. i'm leaving canada for australia on the 15th of may (yay!). first and formost i'm moving to be with my other half, D, however, i have a million and one other reasons to go. D and i met online, by way if a wonderful little gadget called &lt;a href="http://www.icq.com"&gt;icq&lt;/a&gt;. i would occasionally get random messages (cyber anyone?!) and i would ignore them as quickly as they came in. one day, for some unexplained reason, i didn't ignore and it was the best lapse in sanity of my life. &lt;br /&gt;2 months ago, he came from australia to stay with me and i can honestly say that i have never felt more complete than when we were together. he left a week ago today and it's been very hard being without him. i'm counting down the days and keeping busy with visa applications and other such required 'junk'.&lt;br /&gt;but my plane ticket arrived on wednesday! i bought it using &lt;a href="http://www.expedia.ca"&gt;expedia&lt;/a&gt; and seeing it here in front of me seems to make things all that more real.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-9335612?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9335612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9335612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9335612' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-9333173</id><published>2002-02-03T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T10:11:00.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here it is. i've finally gotten tha hang of this blogger deal although i continue to struggle with the fact that i cannot seem to set up the ftp to my site &lt;a href="http://www.randomillusions.com"&gt;randomillusions&lt;/a&gt;. i sometimes wonder whether it has anything to do with the fact that i bought my domain from a seemingly dodgy little company (something i'll consider more carefully in the future). ah well. c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;so, who am i. i am kathryn. 20.a libra and a canadian. i'm in my third year of university (psych chick) but at the moment am takign a semester off. i work for &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.ca"&gt;chapters&lt;/a&gt; and while i like the job, the money is virtually non-existent. in may i'm moving to the other side of the world (also known as australia) where i will follow my lover and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i write, love music, enjoy &lt;a href="http://www.curling.ca"&gt;curling&lt;/a&gt; and occasionally have trouble typing my 'n' before 'g' in the 'ing'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that's all i can think of for now. i'm sure there is more. somewhere. deep in the recesses of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-9333173?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9333173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9333173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9333173' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3312251.post-9332184</id><published>2002-02-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-03T09:49:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a test of the new blog system. with any luck, it'll work and I can move on to something more interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;please stand by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3312251-9332184?l=between.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9332184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3312251/posts/default/9332184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://between.blogspot.com/2002_02_03_archive.html#9332184' title=''/><author><name>i am</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10997209080742144047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
