<?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-1930321181699435509</id><updated>2011-10-02T01:45:51.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Fooling Myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930321181699435509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karlynn;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06938678128328208950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbHUP4AYKTs/TnpulHu2BZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g-LwwGbnEc8/s220/4730401235_07fca45755_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930321181699435509.post-3282301153979634867</id><published>2011-10-02T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:45:51.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why do people expect so much? It's like they give you flowers and you immediately have this binding contract with some invisible contracter that you have to give flowers back to them at some point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Is that what it's all about? Expectations? Living up to it? Having to do EVERYTHING back that people give to you? Because that would mean things aren't sincere anymore. Most of them, anyway. Why do people honestly, really, expect so much and feel like they have the right to so many things. When in reality, they don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A little bit of modesty would be in place, alot of the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;a love like this&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930321181699435509-3282301153979634867?l=live-a-litte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/feeds/3282301153979634867/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930321181699435509&amp;postID=3282301153979634867' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930321181699435509/posts/default/3282301153979634867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930321181699435509/posts/default/3282301153979634867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/2011/10/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Karlynn;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06938678128328208950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CbHUP4AYKTs/TnpulHu2BZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/g-LwwGbnEc8/s220/4730401235_07fca45755_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930321181699435509.post-9190450656856804009</id><published>2011-09-22T13:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:36:57.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad decisions. That's alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtytyBEVYdo/Tnsa5O_pDrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zDacn4Lsj98/s1600/tumblr_l3btkrPBn11qa6z5bo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EtytyBEVYdo/Tnsa5O_pDrI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/zDacn4Lsj98/s320/tumblr_l3btkrPBn11qa6z5bo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lets see. My latest blog entry was 2009. Ish. I actually don't know anymore, since I've deleted all of my latest blog entries. Even though it was a sort of diary and I enjoyed reading back on them, I also felt that it was back in a part of my life that I don't want to read back on anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So it's been &lt;i&gt;a while&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But not for nothing. I've been rather busy, actually. I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;go to England for a year and worked there, and fell in love with the country. I came back, entered a course that I dropped after half a year. Worked for the other half. Entered another course, that I dropped after 3 weeks. Oh, and I can say proudly (&lt;i&gt;I think?&lt;/i&gt;) that my shortest job lasted a day! So here I am. If there was an award for someone who can't stick to something, I would get it. Except that's not really what it was, although people will think like that regardlessly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What's really going on is that I have no clue what to do. With anything. And so, obviously, I'm meant to find that out. Easier said than done, right? Well, I'm gonna try anyway. And as soon as I realised this, I quit the course I was on after 3 weeks. And that's all I'm ever going to say about it, because it really isn't that big of a deal. I'm healthy, I live a healthy life, I have a roof over my head. I'm lucky to have this. And this is just another year that I'll have some more work to do on myself. I'm sick and tired of people telling me that I'm being stupid and that it's another year to waste and giving me the rolling-eyes look. It's only college. It's not like I just signed myself of to a deathwish or something. And if it takes me this long to figure it out,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;then that's how long it will take.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway, I stumbled upon this blog once again. After reading through the older stories of a younger me, I figured it might be time for something new and maybe it'll help me to sort out some thoughts. Gotta start somewhere, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;a love like this&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930321181699435509-9190450656856804009?l=live-a-litte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/feeds/9190450656856804009/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1930321181699435509&amp;postID=9190450656856804009' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930321181699435509/posts/default/9190450656856804009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930321181699435509/posts/default/9190450656856804009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://live-a-litte.blogspot.com/2011/09/bad-decisions-thats-alright.html' title='Bad decisions. 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