<?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-1384098618224300168</id><updated>2012-01-28T10:31:12.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightstormer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lightstormer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856765054217138975</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384098618224300168.post-8755859030803928429</id><published>2012-01-26T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:55:20.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening</title><content type='html'>Probably you all have been there. That moment when you wake up after a relationship and you begin seeing things and people AND THAT PERSON&amp;nbsp;differently.&amp;nbsp;I mean the way everybody sees her (or him,&amp;nbsp;OK, I am talking about a girl here). Reality is fascinating. All the bad things I see now make me question myself: why the fuck I was impressed by her? I&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;found the answer. Well, I cared only about the amazing stuff about her. And she had a LOOT of amazing stuff. Ok, yes, I admit, she was amazing. BUT in the same time she had a lot of awful shit in her personality. I did not see that. Fucking love... I don wanna be blind anymore :) And if this means of not falling in love anymore, then fuck that shit :) And now I can see very clear those bad things and you know what? Shez not that amazing anymore. She is not amazing at all. Nope, this is not sad. Cruel life, baby. I mean... for her. I am fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384098618224300168-8755859030803928429?l=lightbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8755859030803928429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/awakening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/8755859030803928429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/8755859030803928429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/awakening.html' title='Awakening'/><author><name>Lightstormer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856765054217138975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384098618224300168.post-8623413806892716934</id><published>2012-01-24T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:06:38.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>Let's be honest. People are like toys... for people. When two people are in a relationship, actually they are each other's toy. And you know what is the NOT cool part? That usually people get bored of toys. And you know what? Because they USE them too often. And toys are almost the same. They do not change. This is why, my &lt;i&gt;deer &lt;/i&gt;friends, if you are in a relationship, do me a fucking favor and do not fucking be the fucking same every fucking day. Cool? Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384098618224300168-8623413806892716934?l=lightbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/8623413806892716934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/toys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/8623413806892716934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/8623413806892716934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>Lightstormer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856765054217138975</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384098618224300168.post-7822980498715687948</id><published>2012-01-20T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T04:26:49.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commitment issues</title><content type='html'>I do have them. I'm not gonna talk about how bad are people with commitment issues, they are not bad people at all. They love freedom. I was spending the night with this girl, you know, fucking around, and in the morning she asks me why I am so cold and ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1384098618224300168-7822980498715687948?l=lightbreaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7822980498715687948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/commitment-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/7822980498715687948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1384098618224300168/posts/default/7822980498715687948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightbreaker.blogspot.com/2012/01/commitment-issues.html' title='Commitment issues'/><author><name>Lightstormer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10856765054217138975</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>
