<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8707707422692833883</id><updated>2024-08-28T05:39:18.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TheTeenageStandard</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, from the perspective of a clever teenager.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThePerflexingTeenager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042623339492764212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707707422692833883.post-396287073050918164</id><published>2011-04-01T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:44:23.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for not updating the blog...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve got my GCSEs coming up so I rarely have time to update my blog, let alone check my emails. So again I apologize but I will try to update about every two weeks or so.&lt;br /&gt;
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-&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: arial, &#39;Helvetica LT Std&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: italic; line-height: 26px;&quot;&gt;ThePerflexingTeenager&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/feeds/396287073050918164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry-for-not-updating-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/396287073050918164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/396287073050918164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/04/sorry-for-not-updating-blog.html' title='Sorry for not updating the blog...'/><author><name>ThePerflexingTeenager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042623339492764212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707707422692833883.post-2613353402619755214</id><published>2011-03-30T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:41:33.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people insist on twisting things?</title><content type='html'>We all know someone who twists what we say. They sit there with their head slightly sticking out and their nose pointing towards their next victim. Glasses lowered to create an air of&amp;nbsp;uncertainty&amp;nbsp;yet assurance of intelligence. Of course they do not posses any of these&amp;nbsp;characteristics, their merely a shadow of their former self as a dark cloud is drawn over them when a person comes to them with a problem, the transformation is done in a blink of an eye, the victim suspects nothing.&amp;nbsp;Shit stirrer. Leaning forward to show their listening and nodding&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;head profusely whilst twitching their eyebrows. They listen in, think, then open their mouth. The&amp;nbsp;victim&amp;nbsp;finishes their story and hope for comfort and support.&lt;br /&gt;
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They get exactly that, with a subtle amount of truth, they open their mouth and say exactly what they had said so they have an element of truth in their twisted version of events, but because they have confirmed what the&amp;nbsp;victim&amp;nbsp;has just said, the victim is open to believe anything, they take advantage of this&amp;nbsp;vulnerability.. Yet I can&#39;t understand how people can be so stupid? Why would you listen to someone who you know if talking from their bottom and seem to have a case of verbal&amp;nbsp;diarrhoea. Their key step in chatting&amp;nbsp;effectively&amp;nbsp;what is a&amp;nbsp;load&amp;nbsp;of shit, is to just put a bit of truth in there so the other person believes them. Well it&#39;s time we took a stand! I am, for what seems an age, manipulating their wickedness by pulling apart a key &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;part in their game.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth. That&#39;s it. What they do it lie to you by telling you said, then twist it. But what would happen if the truth wasn&#39;t there? What if the truth, wasn&#39;t the truth? I&#39;ve done this many-a-time. It&#39;s simple. Simply, tell them a lie, wait and watch as they pretend to know something about the subject and watch as they play into your hands. With these simple tricks, you can, once and for all find out who is really lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope it&#39;s just a piece of shit on the floor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When you find some sticky brown stuff on the floor, and that small moment of guilt and wonder. So you bend over to give it a good old sniff haha. Turns out it&#39;s chocolate. Just had one of those, needless to say, it actually ended up on my nose and no one told me it was only when I was about to go on webcam did I realise and made a last minute dash for the tissues haha!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/feeds/4179350960788167808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-had-chocoloaty-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/4179350960788167808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/4179350960788167808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-had-chocoloaty-moment.html' title='Just had a chocolaty moment!'/><author><name>ThePerflexingTeenager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042623339492764212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKy9j8j5J-68oBxXHmCsvCCheVGsw6ybhZ5wkxHfUnj3sPPfLLk2B4HG8Hp6xaQo5sZV_5CgQX0UkZ7hcHu53JdeLs34MUf0M8ycY6ZuI9hA7Nsq7jfU0HCDRMUdhkpU_LcdBfpw6rRkY/s72-c/322827329xdRvTw_fs.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707707422692833883.post-2402961960202452199</id><published>2011-03-29T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:19:14.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrrsty childrens!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today at school the fire alarm didn&#39;t go off once, twice, but THREE times. These small little Year 7s may be have a bloody rubbish lesson next, but some of us would like to learn!&lt;br /&gt;
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I went to school saw the usual people, faces and bums. :o. Went to registration and all I could hear was this loud shriek emerging from the corridor, upon&amp;nbsp;further&amp;nbsp;inspection, it was the fire alarm! There was no fire! I didn&#39;t see any fire, did you? These small little nasty children push the button and scuttle of like cowards. The only fire there was, was in my rage! The alarm, children, is for fires. If you see a fire, or cause one in your cases, you push it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We lined up and we have this teacher who articulates his words with&amp;nbsp;fierce&amp;nbsp;precision and&amp;nbsp;projects&amp;nbsp;his words really loudly! It&#39;s so surreal. He&#39;s like, &quot;LINE UP IN TUTOR GROUPS. BE SILENT AND FACE THE FRONT&quot;, I can&#39;t help but mock him haha, it&#39;s soo funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, did you know that LA has more crime than NY? I had no idea, it&#39;s so strange. Always presumed it was the other way around.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/feeds/2402961960202452199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/narrrsty-childrens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/2402961960202452199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/2402961960202452199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/narrrsty-childrens.html' title='Narrrsty childrens!!!!!'/><author><name>ThePerflexingTeenager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042623339492764212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8707707422692833883.post-2081480082294559504</id><published>2011-03-28T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:49:18.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got a blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Wax on, wax off!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After months and days of &#39;umming&#39; and &#39;ahhing&#39;, I finally got &amp;nbsp;one. I have a vague idea of what I will be posting here. Mostly stuff that I, as a teenager, find annoying (exhibit A, that weird space before the word find!), amazing and just generally general. I&#39;m going to start of by saying I&#39;m not your average teen, make of that what you will (stupid f key keeps sticking!), but I&#39;m something a bit&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;as in I tend not to conform, yet I manage to balance the whole &quot;geekines&quot; and &quot;coolness&quot; to keep the YingYang thing-a-mahooney in balance, and to not upset Mr Miyagi! So, err, yeah, that&#39;s it for today, so just expect excellent grammar and a very fun and enjoyable blog, from what is a perplexing teenager!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/feeds/2081480082294559504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-i-got-blog.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/2081480082294559504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8707707422692833883/posts/default/2081480082294559504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theteenagestandard.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-i-got-blog.html' title='So I got a blog!'/><author><name>ThePerflexingTeenager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18042623339492764212</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXRnpq_mwx57k0hb1S6QnPEuNgkpms2ZfuBjsZqj7zsBHpgF5kIGuFsp005MJtY-3f20QLIshRAPjoF6u9oQ_28yKe1zmKw9iFyU-NLBuT-nBx8CwvMUZHJIUGtpdGeQBrhIbAEYgLp8/s72-c/j.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>