<?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-239682006432701540</id><updated>2011-06-15T05:21:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in a autistic eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sazzer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963654704710059897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HLI2rBETuI/TcQHCLpSSMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sA49Y7Z65M8/s220/Image.bmp'/></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-239682006432701540.post-5995826318197118116</id><published>2011-06-15T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:21:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I did on monday at college :)</title><content type='html'>on Monday we on a bush craft day which&amp;nbsp;I found a lot of fun. we did hut building and archery. I only got 7 lol I was really bad at it but the others were a lot better :)&amp;nbsp;I feel bad though because I lost the guys arrow :( . we had really nice food like this awesome chilli I found it funny that me and my girls mates could eat it and the boys chickened out and they acted like they're well hard but they whimp out on a bit of spice is LOL :) I LOVE IT &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;loved the whole day it was a lot of fun and we could just have fun with no problems and just be teenagers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239682006432701540-5995826318197118116?l=sazzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5995826318197118116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-did-on-monday-at-collage.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='text'>pink</title><content type='html'>right lets talk about pink she is one of the best singers out there well to me anyway. she has sold 37 million records and still going. what makes me love lisning to pink is that the fact is she takes no s**t form no one.&lt;br /&gt;she is who she is and her songs tell that. there all about pain and suffer. but she allso has that checky side about her. like her song so what it was about her dievroce form her husband she was showing the wolrd and her husband that she has moved on and ready to get on there again. the song famliy protrat really spoke to me it showd me that life can be bad and it can allways get wrose but you gotta keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239682006432701540-7082814761294693345?l=sazzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HLI2rBETuI/TcQHCLpSSMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sA49Y7Z65M8/s220/Image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239682006432701540.post-8751415147875625006</id><published>2011-05-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:18:40.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey as you my know there's&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;of bullying in the&amp;nbsp;world,&amp;nbsp;well today someone who's meant to be my friend called me a spazz, that hurt&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;it made me feel small and when i was a child me and my sister was&amp;nbsp;bullied&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;picked&amp;nbsp;out &amp;nbsp;from everyone. now if anyone who's reading this and you've ever called someone a name or hurt them does it make you feel good. its&amp;nbsp;does not&amp;nbsp;make you big and it&amp;nbsp;does not&amp;nbsp;make people like you. how&amp;nbsp;Meany&amp;nbsp;times will you have to make someone feel small to make you feel better about your life.&amp;nbsp;before&amp;nbsp;you walk up to someone you&amp;nbsp;dislikes&amp;nbsp;well just think they could be&amp;nbsp;haveing&amp;nbsp;the same life as you just think.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239682006432701540-8751415147875625006?l=sazzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8751415147875625006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-as-you-my-know-theres-bulling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default/8751415147875625006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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witch i loved becouse i hardly ever get to see him.we both spent time with my beast mate G and her bf S me and g know alot&amp;nbsp; about eachother we both spent most of are lives looking for the right guy now we've found them.and there both mad as out.lol on are break S and my bf J sent all the time chating about cars like boys do.and a few days of the hoiladay i took my sister R out for the day she love the computer.and we find it hard to get her off it. but when we do. i find its realy hlepful takeing her to the near by park. because the water seems to chill her out. and ive all so been to see my grandfather whos not all that well at the moment. he has Parkinson's and epileptic witch is hard for him because he is getting on. he is 82 this year seeing my grandad so poorly really hit me hard i endedup going out of the care home and having 4 fags all in one sit down. when we left the care home. i felt like I'd never see him again but my mum told me to cheer up coz no matter what he will stay strong and last a few more years. coz he's a part of my family and we are stubin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; buggers loll. so that is what i did in my Easter break. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239682006432701540-5304485322234475185?l=sazzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/feeds/5304485322234475185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-did-on-my-easter-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default/5304485322234475185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default/5304485322234475185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-did-on-my-easter-holidays.html' title='what i did on my easter holidays'/><author><name>sazzer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963654704710059897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HLI2rBETuI/TcQHCLpSSMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sA49Y7Z65M8/s220/Image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239682006432701540.post-8910710880304798673</id><published>2011-04-06T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:16:39.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;Life in the eyes of an autistic teenager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt;"&gt;My name is Sazzer and I know a 17 year old girl named R and she have one of the worst types of autism going and all her life she’s been pick on and made out like she is some sort of freak. I love her to bits and I am going to blog about her days and nights in her eyes. As an autistic person myself I have also been on the end of bully’s calling me names and saying mean things. If you also have the problem or want to chat about it then contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/239682006432701540-8910710880304798673?l=sazzer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/feeds/8910710880304798673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-in-eyes-of-autistic-teenager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default/8910710880304798673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/239682006432701540/posts/default/8910710880304798673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sazzer.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-in-eyes-of-autistic-teenager.html' title=''/><author><name>sazzer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03963654704710059897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HLI2rBETuI/TcQHCLpSSMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/sA49Y7Z65M8/s220/Image.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
