<?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-5560214</id><updated>2011-06-21T23:14:14.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>Where Am I Going?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justthetruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justthetruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175486354131072902</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560214.post-105772493919517789</id><published>2003-07-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T21:28:59.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I feel like I've just been born again into the cold air, hanging upside down while held by my ankles and given a sharp whack on the behind. I feel myself growing older by the minute and I'm still lost in my environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a twenty-six year old University dropout (twice) and now I'm stuck in a job, telemarketing, shifting around phone bills for people I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there is hope yet. I have a wonderful girlfriend in Germany who loves and supports me and I even feel motivated enough to chase down some IT certifications while I'm waiting for her return to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the real worlds slapped me in the face and I've only just realised I can do something about it. I'm winding up my good arm for a big hit back at life. My skin is leather and getting tougher by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see where that leaves me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560214-105772493919517789?l=justthetruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560214/posts/default/105772493919517789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560214/posts/default/105772493919517789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justthetruth.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105772493919517789' title=''/><author><name>tristan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175486354131072902</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></entry></feed>
