<?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-7558722450471014688</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:16:37.263-07:00</updated><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='dior hommie'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='xoxolinz'/><title type='text'>Perfection is Apprehension</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558722450471014688.post-6286405536744915907</id><published>2009-06-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:25:36.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxolinz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Wouldn't it be Something...</title><content type='html'>...if Michael Jackson could come back?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that can't happen. But we don't have to forget him just because he's not hear with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I'm posing to you. I think everyone can agree when we say MJ is a legend. OUR LEGEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we honor our legend together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was very famous for his dancing, yes. What I admire of him is his fashion. To honor Mr. Jackson, we should "band" together and wear a red, black, white, or silver shimmery band around our arms just like he did. This will show that we still respect, honor, and love Michael even if he is no longer with us. Michael was an amazing soul that deserves this recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this, hopefully this idea will spread around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558722450471014688-6286405536744915907?l=perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/6286405536744915907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/06/wouldnt-it-be-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/6286405536744915907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/6286405536744915907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/06/wouldnt-it-be-something.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t it be Something...'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558722450471014688.post-37115437402195993</id><published>2009-04-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:03:58.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dior hommie'/><title type='text'>There's a Message in the Bottle</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the shape of a frown is also the shape of a rainbow??&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this feeling, it's a different feeling of any feeling I've ever felt. I dunno how to deal with it. It makes me look like an idiot. It captivates me in intriguing ways. Whether that be a pro or con. It's weird how only one person can do this to an indivisual. I need to do something, quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558722450471014688-37115437402195993?l=perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/37115437402195993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-message-in-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/37115437402195993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/37115437402195993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-message-in-bottle.html' title='There&apos;s a Message in the Bottle'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558722450471014688.post-1269496502064949200</id><published>2009-02-22T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:20:52.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dior hommie'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Ever Gonna Believe Again</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna listen to what they say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna start trying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna hold myself back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to believe in anything again.&lt;br /&gt;Are you not believing either??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558722450471014688-1269496502064949200?l=perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/1269496502064949200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-ever-gonna-believe-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/1269496502064949200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/1269496502064949200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-ever-gonna-believe-again.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ever Gonna Believe Again'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558722450471014688.post-3242105137785419714</id><published>2009-02-17T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:35:57.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dior hommie'/><title type='text'>Dreamt in a Setting I Could Never Keep Off</title><content type='html'>What if life was a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what would be on the other side?&lt;br /&gt;What if this dream was better than reality?&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to go back then?&lt;br /&gt;But we can't get dreams back.&lt;br /&gt;We store them in a locked cellar, never able to get out.&lt;br /&gt;What if Cinderella was really just dreaming the whole time?&lt;br /&gt;What would really be her ?&lt;br /&gt;The Princess part, or the un-glamorous part?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she could only wake up to find out.&lt;br /&gt;But would she want to?&lt;br /&gt;What if Cinderella herself was just a dream?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do then?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I broke the status quo?&lt;br /&gt;And I cut the flow?&lt;br /&gt;Could you adjust?&lt;br /&gt;Make lemonade out of cherries?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you willow away trying to free the dream?&lt;br /&gt;What if breaking the status quo worked for you?&lt;br /&gt;Was that what I wanted for you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I actually want you to willow away in your slumber?&lt;br /&gt;What if you are the Princess?&lt;br /&gt;What if you created the dream you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Are not you setting yourself up for a downfall?&lt;br /&gt;Will not the dream you created be locked in a cellar when you wake?&lt;br /&gt;Gone forever?&lt;br /&gt;Is not it best to slumber for a little while?&lt;br /&gt;Is not it best to wake up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558722450471014688-3242105137785419714?l=perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/3242105137785419714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreamt-in-setting-i-could-never-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/3242105137785419714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/3242105137785419714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreamt-in-setting-i-could-never-keep.html' title='Dreamt in a Setting I Could Never Keep Off'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558722450471014688.post-51330139609008441</id><published>2009-02-15T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:35:25.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxolinz'/><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Well isn't it nice that I have a blog and nothing to blog about?&lt;br /&gt;Hello. My name is Lexy, or if I want some variety, it's Transparenicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know me from &lt;a href="http://mybfcheatedonme.buzznet.com/"&gt;Buzznet.&lt;/a&gt; Nice to see you again. Thanks for being here cause I know my blog is as boring as watching Criss Angel make "illusions." Whatever that is nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is an illusion all in our head? Is it abstract?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something we can see, we just obliviously pass it?&lt;br /&gt;Shall it be used for venom, or bliss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7558722450471014688-51330139609008441?l=perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/feeds/51330139609008441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/51330139609008441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558722450471014688/posts/default/51330139609008441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectionapprehension.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Dior Hommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14708366047582436462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ul_ALAotNIA/SZjw8sdt-sI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CDtUSw1MIaM/S220/perfectionapprehension.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
