<?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-1878975964710568896</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:08:08.321+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Locke's perspective</title><subtitle type='html'>The world through the eyes of Locke</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-82539114484493875</id><published>2010-08-02T03:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T04:04:04.376+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First dance</title><content type='html'>I was 15 i think and i had this big crash on this girl since 10 years old.Our first dance was on her birthday party after everyone else left.We dance on that song and after that we were just looking at each other.Then i left.I was sick about her until i was 18, when i finally told her what i felt and of course she rejected me.That's alright i learned a lot of things through this experience.I FELT a lot of things.Here i am now, 4 years later in the same city as her but i havent seen her for 2 years i think...I'm with another girl and i'm very happy but memories are memories and they should stay there.Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-82539114484493875?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/82539114484493875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/82539114484493875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/82539114484493875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-dance.html' title='First dance'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-431068530920418153</id><published>2010-05-28T16:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:10:04.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Behavior and Disrespect</title><content type='html'>Lets just say you are working at an office.And you are too casual with someone.Does it mean you disrespect him?Or that you are just a bit friendly towards that person.Cause i am friendly to someone at work who is older than me and suddenly out of the blue this guy from the office comes up and says"Why are you so casual?Do you know him for a long time?You thnk you are cool when you are casual with him?" i shut my mouth and didnt say a thingand let his ego get his satisfaction.This happened yesterday.Today i surpassed my acting skills and apologized to the asshole for being casual with the other guy.My onclusion is:when no-one respects you,you are waiting for the chance to cause a problem.Lack of respect is a serious disadvantage many ppl have cause of their character.Nevermind just fuck those guys and move on.On the other side if you are the one that no-one respects i got the solution for you:give them a very good reason to disrespect you.Make them hate you.Make them wanting to avoid you.If you see that they disrespect you without knowing you then why not give them a reason to disrespect you?Thats what i do and i keep a healthy ego.Cause all your mind wants is a reason why things are happening.And if you cant understand the reason why some things are happening to you,then go and give them yourself a reason so that your brain gets bac to reasonable thinking.Thats all folks.Give things a reason and keep your ego healthy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-431068530920418153?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/431068530920418153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2010/05/behavior-and-disrespect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/431068530920418153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/431068530920418153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2010/05/behavior-and-disrespect.html' title='Behavior and Disrespect'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-8081648716508707962</id><published>2009-11-15T01:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:28:47.484+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence and IQ</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in the life of every man that realizes he is stupid.When we were at school our brain was performing at its top capabilities.You had math exercises back then that kept your brain warm.When you turn 25 years old you start getting stupid.You have no math excercises,no homework,no sparkle in your eye.All you have then is a work or a hard university to finish and a bunch of obligations to fulfill.So in order to catch up with everyday routine and prevent it from making yo dumb you can always try and catch bottom.Live your life on the edge.Try to strain your brain and get into dangerous situations,into awkward situations that will need something more than the usual to be dealt with.It's about time you grew some balls and raise one level above all others.Think outside the box.I am.I actually have no idea where the fucking box is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-8081648716508707962?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-2105164957512930879</id><published>2009-10-27T02:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:21:46.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Name day</title><content type='html'>It was my christian name day last night.A lot of people called to wish me the best,but my dad didn't.I'm not saying he forgot me I'm just saying he didn't called.He must have been really busy.You see he is a very important person in my country,and well known by the cops and the government and his stories have become urban legends.He has arrested 3 guys with guns only by himself once!The other time he destroyed a whole baby selling ring.One other time he destroyed a whole thieves group by simply crashing their car and made them get out of their lair to see what moron bumped a parked car.This guy is a hero.And I will never be able to even do the half of what he has achieved.Now he is on a mission again.That's why he wasn't able to call me.I'm sure he will tell me another amazing story when i hear from him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-2105164957512930879?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/2105164957512930879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/10/name-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/2105164957512930879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/2105164957512930879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/10/name-day.html' title='Name day'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-420369246469735685</id><published>2009-09-18T22:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:20:47.351+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's changing</title><content type='html'>It seems that nothing stays the same.This world isn't the one we had heard from our fairytales.Everyone is acting to their personal interests,like money, sex, respect, friends,career,power or whatever satisfies your twisted needs.We were born with the curse of being human.That means we are slaves to our needs.We cannot overcome them.We cannot ignore our so precious needs.So when the time comes,we change ourselves to match our needs with other,more approachable.Well i have some news for you pricks.I ain't changing.I'm the same old me.I'm that tiny little rock you step on when you are barefoot on the beach.I'm the wet surface on the turn when you run with your car.I will not change.Old school Locke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-420369246469735685?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/420369246469735685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/09/everybodys-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 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than 30 right now.I'm exhausted.I can barely breathe.I can barely think.That's why I'm writing this post,so that you will see and feel me when I'm talking crazy.I can't go to sleep right now cause I've got one more hour of work.At my job,you don't have time to be tired.That's what dad always page.I'm doing the same job with him by the way.I think I'm falling asleep...Fuck sake!Just one more fucking hour!One more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-6214376055833229324?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/6214376055833229324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaningless-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/6214376055833229324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/6214376055833229324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaningless-post.html' title='Meaningless post'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-7105984725166173034</id><published>2009-08-19T17:14:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:14:11.087+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a huge ego...</title><content type='html'>I have such a big ego.I want everyone to care about me and love me and pray to me like a god.I am the best among other mortals.I am the thing that fills the gap between brilliance and insanity.I am the 6 when you are 5.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-7105984725166173034?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/7105984725166173034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-huge-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/7105984725166173034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/7105984725166173034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-huge-ego.html' title='Such a huge ego...'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-9094381099666395604</id><published>2009-07-22T19:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:30:06.472+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here without you</title><content type='html'>Distant relationships are always hard.Especially when the odds are against you.When there's no chance of getting back.I love this girl.She means everything to me.It's the first time I've ever loved someone.And I'm gonna lose her.I feel like destroying something beautiful.There's nothing that matters without her.I can't take losing her.I can't go on without her.She is my supergirl.She understands me completely.She loves me for what i am.She knows my crazy brain,my paranoid thoughts,my fears,my dreams and she loves me for that.If i lose her,i need to destroy myself in order to go on without her.I will need to change me.But i can't.Locke doesn't change.Locke never changes.It's the only time i've loved someone.There won't be another like her.No-one will hold me like her.No-one will kiss me like her.No-one will make love with me like her.I'm done for.If we end it,i will destroy myself.I will recreate him.I'm gonna be miserable.This is my life.And it's ending.One minute at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-9094381099666395604?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/9094381099666395604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/9094381099666395604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/9094381099666395604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-without-you.html' title='Here without you'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-3398364094961936003</id><published>2009-07-21T14:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:18:39.909+03:00</updated><title type='text'>University teacher found with drugs</title><content type='html'>I've got this friend,Dimitri.He is an undercover.Well,he used to be.One day he told me this story about a woman he found drugs on.She had dro on her,about 5 grams.Things are normal so far.Until he discovered that she was a university teacher.DUDE,WTF!These people are supposed to give knowledge and protect kids from drugs and that fucking whore was a user!Not only that,she was working for a newspaper which makes her a journalist too.LOL imagine that bitch writing about drugs on the newspaper and how to avoid them.She admitted that she is a user for a long time.So my friend informed the university immediatly and the rest was in their call.Do you think he was right or wrong?What would you have done with her?In my opinion,people never change.And as long as she was a user she was dangerous for the kids.So he may was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-3398364094961936003?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/3398364094961936003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/university-teacher-found-with-drugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/3398364094961936003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/3398364094961936003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/university-teacher-found-with-drugs.html' title='University teacher found with drugs'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-5795103630835714396</id><published>2009-07-05T01:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:29:52.536+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You never know</title><content type='html'>Never let go of the people you love.Never disappoint them cause you won't realize what they mean to you untill you lose them.I lost everything.And was given a second chance.This doesn't happen often.I am too damn lucky sometimes.My advice is to try to love someone,try to completely give yourself to them.They will understand you,accept you for what you are.This is the most beautiful about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-5795103630835714396?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/5795103630835714396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/5795103630835714396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/5795103630835714396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-never-know.html' title='You never know'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-7879094153709097578</id><published>2009-06-28T19:49:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:49:45.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Walou</title><content type='html'>In Marroco walou means "nothing".It's all we are.We were born from dirt and we end up into dirt.So we need to know that the world changed cause we were there.How selfish.One man wants to change the whole world just cause he was here.Imagine losing your brother when you were just 4.Is this fucking world any different?No.Wars still occur,unfaithful lovers still cheat,thieves still steal,and you still think you did something.Wanna do something important?Blow up a building.Create a new Taz Mahal.Sacrifice yourself for someone.Imagine that you visit the doctor and he tells you that you have 10 years of life.How would you feel about life if death was your older sister?Nothing matters.Only having a good time.So get off your fucking pc and have a trip.Get a job.Go out,get drunk,open up to strangers,get rejected by pretty girls,humiliate yourself,laugh with all the other hypocrites.This is your life.And you have 10 years.This is your life.And it's ending,one minute at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-7879094153709097578?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-6461309619538902118</id><published>2009-06-26T04:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:43:43.971+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I read somewhere that someone died after 11 without sleep.I'm in my 3rd.So,if i collapse,i want all of you to know,that you are all fucking hypocrites,acting to your interests.You don't have any feelings,you pretend to.Humanity died before we set foot on this planet.So,stop believing in fairytales,or fooling others into believing your lies about love.Love isn't something that happens just cause you say you love someone.Sacrifices are needed.All humans do is getting laid.You disgust me.Making sex your life purpose.Fuck you,and then get syphilles.Or gonorhea.Or AIDs.Disgusting common humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-6461309619538902118?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/6461309619538902118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/06/insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/6461309619538902118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/6461309619538902118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-5781655994812872175</id><published>2009-06-25T06:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:04:35.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not fitting in</title><content type='html'>How many times have you stayed locked in your room,hating everyone,feeling like you don't fit anywhere.That there's no place for you?If you say no,then you're just an ordinary average guy,another one among the many.The trick in life is making a difference.There are 6 more billions of ppl like you.Are you any better than them?Wrong question.The right one is 'are you any different than them?'Break the fucking monotony.Be the one that nobody likes.Make them hate you.They'll remember you that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-5781655994812872175?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/5781655994812872175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-fitting-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/5781655994812872175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/5781655994812872175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-fitting-in.html' title='Not fitting in'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-7297039365549246703</id><published>2009-04-18T21:55:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:59:39.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>How would an undercover agent feel?Say someone like James Bond or something.I bet their life sucks.They have to travel constantly,lie to everybody about themselves,kill people,beat and get beaten up and risk their lives.I mean,why should that be YOU risking your life?Let someone else do it.After all,heroes are useless nowadays.How about secret,undercover heroes.If you were an undercover agent, then nobody would know about you.No-one will remember you and no-one will give a shit when you die.So their purpose is vain.Ergo,undercovers suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-7297039365549246703?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/7297039365549246703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/04/007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/7297039365549246703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1878975964710568896/posts/default/7297039365549246703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/04/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>Locke</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4IIp4cYOzQI/TXf92Vhqd3I/AAAAAAAAACI/bsl29rblO0g/s1600/64171a051abbc794240b497426526c2e.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878975964710568896.post-8822660610846467116</id><published>2009-04-15T22:20:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:30:03.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Egoism and loneliness</title><content type='html'>When someone acts like a moron and succumbs to his ego he will be surely driven to destruction.Keep people close to you even if you dont want to,but if you keep them close to you and persuade them you like them,they will always be there.You dont have to love them or anything.You just pretend to like them and do a couple of favours.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the secret to make people like you.It always works.&lt;br /&gt;When you are an egoist,you will always be lonely.Always.Egoism is good,everyone is egoist.The thing is,you must never show it.Then everyone loves you.Pretending is in human nature.Everyone is looking whats better for him.Even when you help people,you do it cause it makes you feel good.So you help them to make yourself feel good.So you are an egoist.That simple.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are shallow.Its in their nature.The point is, how good you are as an actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-8822660610846467116?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/8822660610846467116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/04/egoism-and-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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something,to be heard.Others think of themselves as web journalists,you know sacrificing your free time on copying news and posting them slightly different.Others create blogs with the hope of making profit,others just to say something and there others that made a series of wrong clicks.&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog in order to let my cynical ego point out how rediculous people can be.&lt;br /&gt;So please,enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1878975964710568896-1189896810777639158?l=lockenecris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/feeds/1189896810777639158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lockenecris.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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