<?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-14379692</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:35:33.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and Kisses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiusedtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14379692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiusedtobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RockerNerd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956241527955194351</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14379692.post-112106433538737321</id><published>2005-07-10T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T23:45:35.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm really bored now-with pratically everything. Don't you all realize that every day is like the same day of your life? You go to school, get stressed and that's it. Even the little drama in life just seems too...boring. Its like all the love stories I've read. All about feeling something nice and fuzzy and warm and meeting the right guy-so what? There's more to life than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that people could just take their minds of love and think more about other things to make life more interesting, such as-friendship and adventure. Unfortunately, most people just think that's for kids and restrict everything to love. For all my twelve years in life, I have read, watched and even seen with my two naked eyes about love-but could never understand why it is so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this thought is mainly the reason why I still like Digimon and other anime shows when everyone is watching the OC. No offence to OC, its very funny. But really, besides love, there are other boring stuff related to it, I don't think I even make sense now. Those things are such as coolness, popularity and sanity. I mean, who cares if you're not cool, popular or sane? Of course, I don't mean not really sane sane, but you know what I mean right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that people mostly misunderstand is guys. They think that they're only meant for love and all of them have the same rash and rude personality. Well people, you're wrong. Once I also thought that until that faithful day I joined a course with guys in them. Then I realized that they're do not at all have that 'guy attitude', all of them are just like us girls. People also assume that we all are girly and stuff. Well I'm like that, but it marks me out so Tomboys start appreciating yourself. There's no need to change yourself to impress a stupid jerk who loves boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I need adventure. Not about all these assumations aka boring stuff. Bye for now, have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Jos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14379692-112106433538737321?l=whoiusedtobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoiusedtobe.blogspot.com/feeds/112106433538737321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14379692&amp;postID=112106433538737321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14379692/posts/default/112106433538737321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14379692/posts/default/112106433538737321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoiusedtobe.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>RockerNerd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14956241527955194351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
