<?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-6369087618548869595</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:11:54.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369087618548869595/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bataa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10983699572414065907</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369087618548869595.post-2823780932923514337</id><published>2009-05-07T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T07:51:45.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loveless tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming." he hung up. I was about to fall of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;He's coming? He's finally coming? I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;He has always missed my birthdays. My birthdays. But now,&lt;br /&gt;He’s coming? I just hope he isn't lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends were excited as I was.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop screaming in delight even though it was public.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t care what people would say, it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I felt free. Free to do anything I wanted, but not all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wasn't that religious, I had to behave.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. I was also wearing my school uniform. I had to behave too.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I’d bring shame to my school, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said again, well yes, I did misbehave, once.&lt;br /&gt;Well I wouldn't say that I did misbehave, it was all a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing that it was the previous people who made noise.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we got their blame. But we did have fun during detention.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the canteen, wow. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, it didn’t matter. Seriously, It didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;All mattered to me now was, him, to have breakfast with me.&lt;br /&gt;It was after my history exam, where he had promised to meet me after that.&lt;br /&gt;His gift for me, was a hug. A hug.&lt;br /&gt;It must feel good to be in his arms I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;              Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My name is Kuroda Asuka. Call me Asuka is enough. I know it's pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;I've just settled in my new school, River High.&lt;br /&gt;It's a very not funded school like Stella High. But at least It's my dream school.&lt;br /&gt;The school where I excel my dreams. I'd like to be a web designer when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Or anything to do with designing. I love designing. Yes I do. But yeah, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asuka, your phone, it's ringing! " Ayumu pointed it out. I was daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how him and me will see each other, again. After so many months.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I did miss him a lot. It's just that, I liked him for my&lt;br /&gt;whole year 6 in primary! How can I not miss him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my phone. It was him. I quickly answered." Hello? " I tried not to giggle.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I’m here. Where are you?” “ Macs. You should be able to see me." I giggled.&lt;br /&gt;" Well, okay, I hope you can see me, I'm using a white jacket. Oh wait,&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I saw you. Hiiiii! " He chuckled. He was wearing that adoring smile&lt;br /&gt;which I love so much. I've missed him so much till I almost wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like hugging him right now, in front of public, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;" Excuse us, we need to go to the ladies " Ayumu and Kumiko winked at me.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday!” as he sat next to me still smiling. God, I wanted to faint.&lt;br /&gt;He had those rosy cheeks, blushing. Such a beauty he has. I tried to hold my tears.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I failed. I slammed my head against the table as an excuse. I quickly wiped my tears and sat up straight for him to see my face. He had changed so much since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned " Sorry. Sleepy. " Sleepy?! What kind of excuse is that? He chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, seriously, he was so damn hot and cute! " Taiki.. " I mumbled his name.&lt;br /&gt;" Hmm? " He grinned," Nuthin. " I said shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Chapter One: Too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet between us for a while. Everything was different. My shoulder rubbing against his just felt so weird. It has been awhile since I touched him. Well I don't mean sexually. Our second language class was hell horny, but it didn’t affect us both. Well it did. A little. We learn so much from them. Influence, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold sweat wiped against my face. Thinking about memories really sure makes me want to cry. I remember Taiki and Yuki doing stupid stuff to make me laugh so hard, until I really fell off the seat. I really like that part of the old days. Where guys mesmerize me. Well, I have to admit. It’s not that they mesmerized me. I was mesmerized by them. It’s cause I’m a fricken’ tomboy! That’s just epic isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No birthday gifts?” he interrupted my daze with a smile. “ Waiting for yours.” I smiled back. He was about the wrap me in his arms when suddenly, a scoff interrupted us. I quickly pushed Taiki and noticed my face was getting red-hot. It was Ayumu and Kumiko. Back from the “Ladies”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave them that ‘You-Were-Interrupting-Something!’ kind of look. Well in simple English, It meant glaring. Kumiko got my ‘signal’ and winked at me. I rolled my eyes back at them, for the second time. Okay, that habit has to stop. I’ve been doing that for weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Taiki, before I forget. This is my friends, Ayumu and Kumiko.” I introduced them to him. Kumiko winked at him with a flirtiest look. She had the cheek of it to that in front my face?! Blood started the boil within me, but thank goodness, my message tone alert rang. I smirked. It must be him! I quickly flipped my phone and see who had sent it. It was Atsushi. But just.. same news ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369087618548869595-2823780932923514337?l=takinback-mylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/feeds/2823780932923514337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/2009/05/introduction-im-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369087618548869595/posts/default/2823780932923514337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369087618548869595/posts/default/2823780932923514337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/2009/05/introduction-im-coming.html' title='loveless tale'/><author><name>bataa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10983699572414065907</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6369087618548869595.post-8129167304313586857</id><published>2009-05-03T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:00:03.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeahhhhh</title><content type='html'>test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVERR&lt;br /&gt;HUAHUAHUAHUA i rock. :33 WEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you :33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6369087618548869595-8129167304313586857?l=takinback-mylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8129167304313586857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeahhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369087618548869595/posts/default/8129167304313586857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6369087618548869595/posts/default/8129167304313586857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takinback-mylove.blogspot.com/2009/05/yeahhhhh.html' title='yeahhhhh'/><author><name>bataa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10983699572414065907</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>
