<?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-3147428661100751486</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:41:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loveeeee; stories that touch(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-5280913131977049955</id><published>2008-09-30T10:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:50:24.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SOGRPwcVXwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XfPmZdFUWhg/s1600-h/ToForgetYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251638340378517250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" height="409" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SOGRPwcVXwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XfPmZdFUWhg/s400/ToForgetYou.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Forget You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is plain silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.Because when I decided to end our relationship, I realized our story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once read and a movie we once watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“What if you are forced to forget your true love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEWEST BOOK! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read on from this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/toforgetyou.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.goodybooks.com/toforgetyou.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-5280913131977049955?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5280913131977049955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=5280913131977049955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/5280913131977049955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/5280913131977049955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-forget-you-before-i-met-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SOGRPwcVXwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XfPmZdFUWhg/s72-c/ToForgetYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-1717926263877066377</id><published>2008-07-16T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:42:49.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2z1MMeA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YJMWjKIIbBg/s1600-h/ibelieveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223528869207606242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="377" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2z1MMeA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YJMWjKIIbBg/s400/ibelieveyou.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Believe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Fung is the envy of many girls: She studies at a top Junior College, has a girl-next-door look and has good results. However, deep on her heart, she holds a secret: She believes that she has a curse. She believes that every bad thing she said will come true. Jacky Wu is an ideal price charming: He is good in his studies and has girls waiting to hold his hand. He smiles every few minutes and often cracks jokes. However, he, too, holds a deep secret. When their paths crossed, an unexpected romantic love story takes place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What if you have no tomorrow to look forward to?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOST RECOMMENDED! *BEST SELLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read on from this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-1717926263877066377?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1717926263877066377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=1717926263877066377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1717926263877066377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1717926263877066377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-you-joanna-fung-is-envy-of.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2z1MMeA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/YJMWjKIIbBg/s72-c/ibelieveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-5548448080011840706</id><published>2008-07-16T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:38:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2y0s9OpzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UDeZy9I1Acw/s1600-h/youarehere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223527761310558002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="404" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2y0s9OpzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UDeZy9I1Acw/s400/youarehere.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You Are Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Zhou Jie Lun has everything in his life: He has a stable career, a loving girlfriend and a good life ahead. However, when he encounters his teenage first love, Lara Wu, in a coincidental meeting, his life changes forever.He falls in love with Lara again and their romance blossoms. Just when they think that their romance is a testimonial that a love story can be a simple “boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl and they live happily ever after”, Lara starts to act strangely. Her mindset begins to shrink younger every two weeks: At twenty-two years old, she cries for burgers and plays with Hello Kitty soft toys.Jie Lun has to make a choice: Either to abandon her and live happily ever after with another girl, or to stay with her and live in despair ever after. How far will his love for Lara stretches? Till the end of time, or till the end of his patience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"How far will you go for your true love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read on from this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/youarehere.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.goodybooks.com/youarehere.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/ibelieveyou.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-5548448080011840706?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5548448080011840706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=5548448080011840706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/5548448080011840706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/5548448080011840706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-here-zhou-jie-lun-has.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2y0s9OpzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UDeZy9I1Acw/s72-c/youarehere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-1058325989282338186</id><published>2008-07-16T16:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:34:24.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2xRQAIL9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EtSsOm08LpU/s1600-h/journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223526052731039698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 427px" height="411" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2xRQAIL9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EtSsOm08LpU/s400/journey.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was ten, my mother called me “ah girl” and I had always responded to her. When I was fifteen, my mother called me “ah girl” in front of my classmates and I scolded her. When I was twenty, my mother still called me “ah girl” aloud and I ignored her completely. I know that, from her point of view, no matter how old I am, I will always be the “ah girl” who calls her “mama”.From my point of view, my mother is just an old woman in the house who lives with me. Her responsibilities are to make breakfast for me in the morning, give me money to spend in the day, do the laundry in the evening and switching off the lights at night. For all those things that she did, she will have the authority to scold me or ground me.Until one day, she calls me and says, “Ah girl, I’ve got cancer. I may die within the next six months.”That is when I realize that my mother is more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“What if you overlooked what your mother had sacrificed to bring you up?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read on from this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/journey.htm"&gt;www.goodybooks.com/journey.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-1058325989282338186?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1058325989282338186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=1058325989282338186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1058325989282338186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1058325989282338186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/journey-when-i-was-ten-my-mother-called.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2xRQAIL9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/EtSsOm08LpU/s72-c/journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-2100422324255378179</id><published>2008-07-16T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:27:36.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2u1LM9XrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jHbq0jEgSX4/s1600-h/aphotogeniclife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223523371383086770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2u1LM9XrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jHbq0jEgSX4/s400/aphotogeniclife.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Photogenic Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;Why must I always wear different masks wherever I go?I am so sick and tired of my life. Who can help me tear away these masks of mine that are lingering in my skin? Why must I play the role of a strong daughter in front of my parents, a smart student in front of my teachers and a contented girl in front of my classmates? Why must I keep on telling everyone around me that I am the best, by putting on the multiple masks of disguise for different people?This afternoon, I looked into the mirror and realized that I could no longer recognize myself. My reflection was of a faceless girl, awaiting the next mask to be placed on.Why are we always trying to pose for the best posture for the camera, when we know we can never change reality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Why are we always trying to impress everyone around us?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read on from this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodybooks.com/aphotogeniclife.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.goodybooks.com/aphotogeniclife.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-2100422324255378179?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2100422324255378179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=2100422324255378179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/2100422324255378179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/2100422324255378179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/photogenic-life-why-must-i-always-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AWcCrjRRcd0/SH2u1LM9XrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jHbq0jEgSX4/s72-c/aphotogeniclife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3147428661100751486.post-1096726910040771103</id><published>2008-07-14T19:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:17:41.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;WOOHOO !&lt;br /&gt;boooks boooks books!!&lt;br /&gt;here's my 1st post; (: heees;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; why i chose this skin?&lt;br /&gt;cos basically, i think it's damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; luhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAMPEREDLOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; that's what i'm feeling now, hehees(:&lt;br /&gt;but then again, my purpose of creating a blog is to promote books !&lt;br /&gt;;DD so it's a combination of lovee &amp;amp; stories! x33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 books by lowkayhwa!&lt;br /&gt;x33 TEK !! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3147428661100751486-1096726910040771103?l=loveee-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/1096726910040771103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3147428661100751486&amp;postID=1096726910040771103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1096726910040771103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3147428661100751486/posts/default/1096726910040771103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveee-stories.blogspot.com/2008/07/woohoo-boooks-boooks-books-heres-my-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>MY FAIRYTALES</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14017719124336402437</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
