<?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-779235893741493492</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:55:28.698-08:00</updated><category term='Real talk'/><category term='All fresh new'/><title type='text'>shit happens when you party naked ▲</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779235893741493492.post-8439826064390450878</id><published>2011-12-14T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T06:53:21.125-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real talk'/><title type='text'>Never show someone that you care too much about them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The second you do that, everything you do from there tends to be less appreciated. It's when they start taking advantage of you since they already have you wrapped around their finger. &amp;amp; they won't chase after you anymore because they already caught you, causing them to walk away since they feel the need to find someone better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Care for them, but never too much.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's true, people come and go.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I swear, every time someone does walk out, it feels like the first time it's ever happened. It's one of those things where no matter how many times it happens to you, you're never going to get used to that feeling. The thought of giving someone your all, only to find out that they were just like the rest of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How is anyone supposed to accept that and move on like it's nothing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-8439826064390450878?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8439826064390450878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8439826064390450878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/12/never-show-someone-that-you-care-too.html' title='Never show someone that you care too much about them.'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-350192983970959004</id><published>2011-11-03T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:33:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;went Bowling @ West Bowl Clementi today. with wan razaly, sulaiman, riffy, syafiq k, assraff, azlina, hilyana, rinie &amp;amp; nabilah. and celebrated rinie's belated birthday too. hella fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2545.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2562.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2569.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2575-1.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="870" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2582.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2594.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2595.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2603.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2645.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2694.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2699.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2702.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="870" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2878.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2917.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="870" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2920.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2921.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2930.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2932.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2989.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="870" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2992.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_2996.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_3024.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_3043.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i870.photobucket.com/albums/ab264/thatcommonguy/IMG_3076.jpg" border="0" width="620" height="330" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;horse manning! hahah. i didn't upload all th photos here. total pics we took today was 300+ and i only posted some here. go to my facebook to see all th photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-350192983970959004?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/350192983970959004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/350192983970959004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun.'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-4374648283688245534</id><published>2011-11-01T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:38:21.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real talk'/><title type='text'>I want to run away and never come back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everybody has these feelings that come up in their mind once in a while. Just to get away from everything where nothing can bother them. Run away to a place where all mental thoughts of anything that can hurt them or make them feel weak goes away. I wish this type of place was easy to find because it feels like everywhere I go physically and mentally these days never really help me much anymore. I just want to find that place inside of me where I know I can be completely happy and satisfied with my life. And the hard thing about life, we tend to learn when something bad happens to us. We expect nothing  and when it comes and hit us, we then realize all the bad that can actually happen and we then think about our past judgments and actions. Life just hits us when we least expect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever met someone once and you couldn't get them out of your head? Because when you first introduced yourself, you didn't expect them to constantly be running through your mind. Replay the conversation over and over again in your head, thinking that you should have said this instead of that. Wonder about what they're doing at this very moment. Or think about if they're thinking about you as much as you're thinking about them. So you're just left there waiting. If they do, it's like a sign that you shouldn't let them walk away this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-4374648283688245534?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4374648283688245534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4374648283688245534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-to-run-away-and-never-come-back.html' title='I want to run away and never come back.'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-2422920106269790147</id><published>2011-10-31T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:20:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School days are officially over, bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck yeah. So school's over. &amp;amp; next year, long pants! lol, hahah. Hmm, so it's just two day staying at home, at i'm fucken bored already. But never mind, have to wait on thursday, going bowling. with Zahid, Alif, Riffy, Sulaiman, Syafiq Musa, Syafiq K, Wan Razaly, Assraff, Azlina, Rinie &amp;amp; Nabilah. whop. i fucken love them ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are created by regrets and mistaken thoughts that linger in the mind. They are the memories that we wish could happen again and the memories that we wish to play over but they are tainted by the present remembrance of one another. Those memories are destroyed by the current thoughts of each other. The bad present day relationship. These memories tend to slowly fade away even though the person who owns these recollections don’t want it to. Things just change. Maybe it is all meant for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-2422920106269790147?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/2422920106269790147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/2422920106269790147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/10/holidays.html' title='School days are officially over, bitch!'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-4499982600135734220</id><published>2011-10-03T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:55:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. Changed skin and everything on this blog. So, English exam 1 paper are over. Why can't exams ends now? :(  fucken confuse with studies already. Math's on thursday/friday! Damn, I'm fucken nervous about maths. I'm really weak in math. And science also! Just hope that I could promote to the next level. Hmm, school was fun today! Lots of free period. &amp;amp; the girls can't shut their mouth, fucken noisy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These few days I've been thinking bout that person. I don't know what has gotten into me. When will I stop all these nonsense? All of these stupid thoughts are wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. It's totally wrong. It makes me a bitch, a total bitchhhhhhh. Hi Izat, please wake up from your senses, thank you very much, don't think so far. And I love you, Nik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;And this is for you people who've said I've changed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So maybe I did change. I don't let people step all over me anymore because I've come to realize that I deserve better. I'm not afraid to say, "No" since I'm tired of people depending on me for everything. And when I have something to say, I don't hold back myself back, I just come right out and say it. With that said, I'm a bitch now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-4499982600135734220?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4499982600135734220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4499982600135734220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-8117033763524449032</id><published>2011-10-01T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:18:07.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real talk'/><title type='text'>Just remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If and when you start to miss me, don't expect me to come crawling back to you. Trust me, it's not going to happen anytime soon. I don't know why you made me wait for something that was never going to happen. Or why you kept me around when you act as if you don't even want me there. I wasted my time on you when I could have spent it with people that actually cared. But no, I thought you were worth it. So don't expect anything from me anymore. You had me, but you let me slip right through your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-8117033763524449032?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8117033763524449032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8117033763524449032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-remember.html' title='Just remember.'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-8752453133512981724</id><published>2011-07-26T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:43:16.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real talk'/><title type='text'>You're in relationship?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I don't give a fuck if you're single or taken. Stop assuming that I'm trying to "get at you" when I ask if you want to hang out. When I'm having a friendly conversation with you, don't mistake it as flirting because chances are, I'm not. I have respect for myself and the relationship you're in. I'm not a homewrecker. Get the fuck over yourself, you're not even all that. I just wanted to be friends. Now, people coming and going in and out of my life. Acquaintances, turn into friends, friends turn into strangers. I've always thought that I'd make a really good friend. I guess not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-8752453133512981724?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8752453133512981724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/8752453133512981724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/07/youre-in-relationship.html' title='You&apos;re in relationship?'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-3448798504099832374</id><published>2011-06-26T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:44:10.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real talk'/><title type='text'>Why go back to a problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why would someone think about going back to someone who has caused them a lot of problems. Someone who is obviously not right for them. The way they treat them in person may be good but emotionally they are being hurt and mistreated. I really don't get why people would want to go back to all the trouble of being with this person. It's pretty obvious that you will get hurt once again down the road. If you really take account to what that person is doing to themselves and to you, why bother talking to them again right? The thing is, for some people, they get attached to this person even though they aren't treating them right. The feelings of them being happy with them is the only thing they think about because everything else was shit. They think of only the positives and never the negatives because the negative things are so bad they don't even want to think about it. They completely block out all the negative things that happen. I just don’t understand things sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-3448798504099832374?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/3448798504099832374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/3448798504099832374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hate-school.html' title='Why go back to a problem?'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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-779235893741493492.post-4015554183835022688</id><published>2011-06-22T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:44:48.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All fresh new'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi. So now this blog will be my personal blog. And I've deleted all the post that I've posted here before. And I'm gonna start a new fresh blog. Oh umm, I'm more active on tumblr, follow me! &lt;a href="http://dope-fresh-ass.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://dope-fresh-ass.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/779235893741493492-4015554183835022688?l=thtcommonguy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4015554183835022688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/779235893741493492/posts/default/4015554183835022688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thtcommonguy.blogspot.com/2011/06/speechless.html' title='-'/><author><name>Izat Conferido</name><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>
