<?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-6442595254463760074</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:20:49.513+02:00</updated><category term='self-conscious'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='people'/><category term='fake'/><category term='love'/><category term='judge'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>I am who I am, your approval is not needed!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-580083037403216623</id><published>2008-10-14T07:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:10:59.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite FALL OUT BOY Lyrics</title><content type='html'>The truth hurts worse, than anything I could bring myself to do to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from I've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put love on hold, Young Hollywood is on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from The (After) life of a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ribbon on my wrist says do not open before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only liars, but we're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from Our lawyer changed the name of this song so we wouldn't get sued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's wishes, are this year's apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off, bullet proof loneliness, at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact, is to realize two out of three ain't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; from I'm like a lawyer with the way I'm always trying to get you off (you &amp; me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you hear the news?&lt;br /&gt;I could dissect you &lt;br /&gt;and gut you on this stage&lt;br /&gt;not as eloquent as I may have imagined&lt;br /&gt;but it will get the job done (you're done)&lt;br /&gt;every line is plotted and designed&lt;br /&gt;to leave you standing&lt;br /&gt;on your bedroom window's ledge&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else that it hits&lt;br /&gt;that it gets to&lt;br /&gt;is nothing more than collateral damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from My heart is the worst weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take sour sips, from life's lush lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know &lt;br /&gt;you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take two years and call me when you're better&lt;br /&gt;Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from The carpal tunnel of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need him. I could be him...&lt;br /&gt;I could be an accident but I'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;That's more than I can say for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you, but in the meantimes I'll support my brand new fashion, of waking up with pants on, at 4:00 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;from Grand theft autumn (where is your boy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-580083037403216623?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/580083037403216623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=580083037403216623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/580083037403216623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/580083037403216623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-fall-out-boy-lyrics.html' title='My Favorite FALL OUT BOY Lyrics'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-2742357780983045298</id><published>2008-10-03T03:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:20:38.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AIESEC</title><content type='html'>I recently joined AIESEC ! It is the world's largest student organization !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy in AIESEC so far ... I met new and friendly people, I am expecting amazing opportunities in different countries :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a positive step towards my fantastic future :) :P&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin' to know myself better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-2742357780983045298?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/2742357780983045298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=2742357780983045298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/2742357780983045298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/2742357780983045298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiesec.html' title='AIESEC'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-6166980675739961246</id><published>2008-09-22T03:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:22:09.983+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE KATY PERRY</title><content type='html'>KATY I HATE YOU SO MUCH ! SERIOUSLY ! AND I LOVE PETE WENTZ, HIS LYRICS ARE INSANELY BETTER THAN YOURS !&lt;br /&gt;GO KISS A GIRL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-6166980675739961246?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/6166980675739961246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=6166980675739961246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/6166980675739961246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/6166980675739961246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-katy-perry.html' title='I HATE KATY PERRY'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-2388967901699073220</id><published>2008-09-19T05:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:39:48.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TILL DEATH DO US PART</title><content type='html'>Till Death Do Us Part !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-2388967901699073220?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/2388967901699073220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=2388967901699073220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/2388967901699073220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/2388967901699073220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/till-death-do-us-part.html' title='TILL DEATH DO US PART'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-4730408498128299631</id><published>2008-09-19T05:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T05:18:56.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>and here I am ... :)</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in your life when you have someone really special, someone you give all your time to, someone you can never imagine living without, and someone who is more than a friend. But all of a sudden, that person disappears, and you start wondering, what was my life like without him/her ? And you get nothing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said to myself that I never wanna feel that way again ! And since I don't have that special someone right now, and I'm extremely happy in my life, relaxed, and relieved :D I've decided to write down the things that make me happy these days !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nermo, baby, I'm so glad you are my BFF ! I love you and I thank God everyday for kickin' away the fake people in our lives that used to try to kill our friendship. There's nothing more I could ask from you ! You are the best ! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Love the fact that I'm changing :D I'm learning, I'm experiencing, and all for the better ! Definitely. Now I know who is real and who's not, now I know who my true BFFs are ! Now I know that no special person could ever give me more than what I already have, I am blessed by your friendships. I'm glad that I can control myself, my feelings, my reactions, and feel satisfied even if I don't possess anything, I know I will in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people started faking again, they're planning right, but you won't get through me ... coz "achoooo, excuse me, but i'm allergic to bullshit !" so stay away from me and my best friends, coz you won't get anything, not even in the end !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my favorite people, you know who you are ! At least I hope you do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other losers, KINDLY GO SCREW YOURSELF :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more that makes me happy, but I think I just made a point ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-4730408498128299631?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/4730408498128299631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=4730408498128299631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/4730408498128299631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/4730408498128299631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-here-i-am.html' title='and here I am ... :)'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-8735080643913171482</id><published>2008-09-18T04:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:18:47.679+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Li'l Sis :)</title><content type='html'>It sucks when you don't live with your little sister, especially when you're 16 years older, and you could have so much fun watching her grow :)&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you sis, I'll see you soon though, you're not old enough to understand this, but one day you will be, and one day you're gonna have your own blog too ...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;(K)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-8735080643913171482?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/8735080643913171482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=8735080643913171482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/8735080643913171482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/8735080643913171482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/lil-sis.html' title='Li&apos;l Sis :)'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-7534182219042009499</id><published>2008-09-08T03:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T03:10:42.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something meaningful ...</title><content type='html'>I was browsing you tube for videos that are Egypt related, and I stumbled upon this one. &lt;br /&gt;MUCH RESPECT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zuEl5MAgcQ&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-7534182219042009499?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/7534182219042009499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=7534182219042009499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/7534182219042009499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/7534182219042009499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-meaningful.html' title='Something meaningful ...'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-7000990511962731107</id><published>2008-09-03T21:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:24:29.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>+++ rOtTeN bErRiEs +++ 1 QuEsTiOn qUeStIoNnAiRe !</title><content type='html'>Hello, we are the +++bErRiEs+++ , and we come in peace, love, depression, getting high legally, and FSEW (which stands for nothing by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to come between us, and you will pay BIG TIME! We will haunt you in your dreams, we will take your body apart and chew your organs until you realize what you put yourself into, not only that, but you will taste like berries, because this is how soft your organs would be crushed between our sharp teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm just kiddin' ! I'm just saying, that we know each other well, we've been together for a long time, we've seen each other make mistakes, dump and get dumped, fall in and out of love, and we stand up for each other, or at least we try to ... Ya'll I just wanna talk about berries, just thought about getting a bit creative with my writing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as silly as we always are when together, in person, online, or on the fone, we were going through a "high" phase ! And we decided to call our group +++ bErRiEs +++ actually rOtTeN bErRiEs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are 6 girls, and we wanted to find different types of berries to include in our nicknames !&lt;br /&gt;And from here, my "questionnaire"  started ! Well, it's only one question ! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. How many types of berries can you name ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, we are:&lt;br /&gt; +++ rOtTeN sTrAwbErRiEs +++&lt;br /&gt; +++ rOtTeN ChErRiEs +++ (yes, we include cherries)&lt;br /&gt; +++ rOtTeN rAsPbErRiEs +++&lt;br /&gt; +++ rOtTeN bLuEbErRiEs +++&lt;br /&gt; +++ rOtTeN bLaCkbErRiEs +++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why rotten ? no idea, why berries ? no idea either ! Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just a game, but feel free to join in if you've got nothing else to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-7000990511962731107?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/7000990511962731107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=7000990511962731107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/7000990511962731107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/7000990511962731107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/rotten-berries-1-question-questionnaire.html' title='+++ rOtTeN bErRiEs +++ 1 QuEsTiOn qUeStIoNnAiRe !'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-9097482568930056944</id><published>2008-09-03T16:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T20:49:33.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate the way you're nervous when you see me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you try to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you walk without confidence&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you pretend that you didn't see me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you interrupt me&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you enunciate&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're so childish&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I remember you&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you always suggest&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you stick around&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way I felt after writin' this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-9097482568930056944?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/9097482568930056944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=9097482568930056944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/9097482568930056944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/9097482568930056944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/guilty.html' title='guilty'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-8447774766278224325</id><published>2008-09-03T16:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:25:50.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that was never mine ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing here, without you&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for so long&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long way, but I still have time, I still have energy&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to give you&lt;br /&gt;Only you, this is my promise, only for you !&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd find you as the perfect person&lt;br /&gt;but I learned that nobody is perfect !&lt;br /&gt;Perfections doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;it never did and never will&lt;br /&gt;But yet again, my mind thinks deeper&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes see clearer ...&lt;br /&gt;My senses help me realize that I can consider you as perfect ...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for you, the pure, loving, caring, and suitable&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT PERSON&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we'll finally meet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-8447774766278224325?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/8447774766278224325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=8447774766278224325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/8447774766278224325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/8447774766278224325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-that-was-never-mine.html' title='Something that was never mine ...'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6442595254463760074.post-9215613527339180869</id><published>2008-09-02T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:09:07.056+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-conscious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I hate fake people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of living in this crappy society!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-conscious&lt;/span&gt; and it kinda causes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't it ever change ? Why doesn't it ever get better ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, I've always been going through weird things and having loads of problems because of the way I acted. Dad always used to tell me not to have guy friends, Mom never minded it. Their endless conflict never did me any good, but more so, never stopped in any issue. When I was younger I used to stay quiet about everything, I was going through my early teen years, and I just never got friendly with guys. I used to stop myself from doing things that are fun for me just because people saw them negatively. People said, "Oh no don't wear that, don't do this, don't talk to him/her ... " You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here goes, let's cut the crap ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that no one can stop me from doing anything that I want to be doing, and I don't owe anyone ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, people never stayed quiet, they always GOSSIPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people, especially in Egypt, like this ? Why do they always have to stick their noses in things that don't concern them ? Why do they have to talk about others that do things publicly only when they do it secretly ? Why do they hide their jealousy and then act exactly like you when you're not around ? Why are they fake enough to pretend they're your "BFF" ? Why are they stupid enough to actually believe they really are your "BFF" even though you never told them so ? Why are we always afraid of doing things that other people judge us on ? Why do people always fake being good when they're truly evil? Why won't they just quit? Why do we always fall for people like that, and support them in everything they do, whether right or wrong, and then we find out that they spread rumors about us ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this, sick of people judging me even though I believe in what I do, and even if I'm a total geek or a total whore. Seriously, whoever I am, whatever I do, whenever and where ever I do it is non of your business !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I set my own limits and your opinion is not necessary ! Doing things and then lying about doing them isn't cool, hating to talk about your actions in front of your friends isn't cool either. But the most uncool thing is convincing yourself that you hate what your friends do, and then go do it secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing this for me, I'm writing this for anybody who used to be like me, anyone who used to pressure him/her self just to please other people. I had no opinion, and even when I did, I just never showed it. Now I'm not saying that I'm a total loser who has a "promiscuous"  reputation, but I'm just not a people pleaser anymore, and I will never be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wear whatever I want to wear, where ever, whenever !&lt;br /&gt;I know who my real friends are, and I know who my fake "friends" are.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown to know the difference between the people who care and others who pretend to care out of jealousy and envy.&lt;br /&gt;I have pity for people who think they are succeeding in fooling me. I have pity for other people who are people pleasers when I know they could be their own, lovable, creative, and original selves. I have pity for people who have empty lives and try to stuff them with other people's mistakes and misery, just for temporary laughs. I feel sorry for people who don't have enough self worth to know how valuable they really are just because others are judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is not the coolest thing to go through, but at least I've learned, from the world, from my mistakes, and from people's mistakes in general. There will be a lot more crap passing by, yet again, there will be loads of chances, loads of new real people, and loads of blogs :P&lt;br /&gt;I love learning ! I love experience ! I love my real friends ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6442595254463760074-9215613527339180869?l=iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/feeds/9215613527339180869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6442595254463760074&amp;postID=9215613527339180869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/9215613527339180869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6442595254463760074/posts/default/9215613527339180869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamwhoiamyourapprovalisnotneeded.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-fake-people.html' title='I hate fake people.'/><author><name>Lolzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07363665765717811931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Hp-afu5Wc3c/SL7_WA8oF7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/EwhywudNlLw/S220/Photo+35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
