<?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-8923210</id><updated>2011-09-03T23:40:59.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malvina's own</title><subtitle type='html'>Blogs posted only contains Malvina's different aspects on different things which varies from different levels. Privacy and thoughts respected. I'm talking n 3rd person..for some reason -_- CONFESSIONS OF A WEIRD MIND (thoughts stored in an isolated brain.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-110307316432329206</id><published>2004-12-15T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:12:44.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>Optimism is not a bad thing. It's actually pretty motivating and encouraging. The only time you can spot a negative thing in an optimistic person is when the person looks at positive sides too much that it seems too good to be true.. I mean&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. &lt;/strong&gt;GET REAL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-110307316432329206?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/110307316432329206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=110307316432329206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/110307316432329206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/110307316432329206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/12/optimism.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-110026611575924493</id><published>2004-11-12T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T05:28:35.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is boredom a reason?</title><content type='html'>Boredom is what people usually think and reason out when they have nothing to do. Do people usually think they're bored, because they can't actually deal with themselves? There is ALWAYS something to do, there is always SOMETHING to think about and there is always something NEW to discover. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-110026611575924493?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/110026611575924493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=110026611575924493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/110026611575924493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/110026611575924493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/11/is-boredom-reason.html' title='Is boredom a reason?'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109982871573095583</id><published>2004-11-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T03:58:35.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I DON'T KNOW"</title><content type='html'>During decent conversations, answering "i do not know", or shrugging your shoulders are the most annoying and useless response. People usually ask you questions, because they expect you to throw back decent answers. If you seriously do not know the answer, then go find out. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109982871573095583?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109982871573095583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109982871573095583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109982871573095583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109982871573095583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-dont-know.html' title='&quot;I DON&apos;T KNOW&quot;'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109963660353816684</id><published>2004-11-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:36:43.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>"No choice" is never an answer. During certain situations, we are always left with choices. People just tend to say they have no choice when they end up with a stiff option. For example, when a person has a job but dreads it since he does not get any respect, but that would be the only job he would ever be qualified for, so he would &lt;strong&gt;CHOOSE &lt;/strong&gt;not to leave that job, since without that job, he would not earn anything. Some people would rather &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; choose certain choices. "I'd rather not" is a possible answer. I think, people should always analyze things that they are about to say. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109963660353816684?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109963660353816684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109963660353816684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109963660353816684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109963660353816684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/11/choices_05.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109939136274143333</id><published>2004-11-02T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T02:29:22.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold brain</title><content type='html'>Taking floating sessions in a pool with a lie down position during a cold weather can change your mood, or not give you any mood at all. With your head floating on the water and not thinking of anything, how does that sound? Just after a minute, you'd feel your head go cold and numb. Quite not feeling anything but a cold head. The feeling can keep you away from everything u dread. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109939136274143333?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109939136274143333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109939136274143333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109939136274143333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109939136274143333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/11/cold-brain.html' title='Cold brain'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109919582543695726</id><published>2004-10-31T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:33:03.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurity is an answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Clubbing? Smoking? Drinking? Sex? Drugs? ..WHY?. . The first three are not as bad as the last two, but doing it all the time and making it part of your system is something else. &lt;strong&gt;INSECURITY &lt;/strong&gt;is one &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;possible answer. They are lost and confused, though some are not conscious of it. They have to do these things in order to attain bliss. They have to do these things to get a life. Majority think that it's the "in" thing, meaning, if others don't do it, they are discriminated and they are so called losers., but I think the other way around. People who don't do vices respect themselves and knows what they are doing. Drinking does damage your brain cells, drugs enables you to think straight, smoking will end your life earlier than normal, sex will just destroy your life, clubbing is where these things usually start. People with uncontrollable vices are pathetic since these people only care about what they feel, they tend not to think anymore. It may seem that these vices are bringing them heaven, but their bright futures are shattered. We should treat ourselves with respect and dignity. -_- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't mean to pinpoint anyone. It's just the way I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109919582543695726?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109919582543695726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109919582543695726' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109919582543695726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109919582543695726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/insecurity-is-answer_31.html' title='Insecurity is an answer'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109913388295842890</id><published>2004-10-30T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T03:58:02.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in your own world</title><content type='html'>Walking around your village alone is'nt something you would ever feel like doing. Some might think of it as a waste of time. I have a different aspect for it. There are times when you want to feel totally isolated that you would'nt really care what's going on around you. These are times when you're starting to enter your own world. You start thinking randomly. Going back to taking a walk around the village, while being in your own world gives you this feeling you don't normally feel. It's just like spending quality time with yourself or "bonding" with yourself. When this happens, it would'nt even matter to watch where your going, only to find out that you don't even know where you are, but you wouldn'nt really panic or get freaked out, coz you know that you'll eventually find your way back. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109913388295842890?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109913388295842890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109913388295842890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109913388295842890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109913388295842890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-in-your-own-world.html' title='Lost in your own world'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109911734985335981</id><published>2004-10-30T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:22:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . . . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I`m like a bird, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I`ll only fly away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don`t know where my soul is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don`t know where my home is . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109911734985335981?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109911734985335981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109911734985335981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109911734985335981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109911734985335981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='. . . . . . . . .'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109909942838295862</id><published>2004-10-30T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:28:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub-consciousness</title><content type='html'>There is something weird about waking up and falling asleep. How do our brains trigger our senses to wake us up, and how does it make us doze off? Sometimes, we can even sense that we are about to wake up even if we are asleep, half asleep actually. -_- It's just something that crossed my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109909942838295862?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109909942838295862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109909942838295862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109909942838295862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109909942838295862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/sub-consciousness.html' title='Sub-consciousness'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109905587475248376</id><published>2004-10-29T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T06:22:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Sexes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://adverts.freeloader.com/zurich/"&gt;http://adverts.freeloader.com/zurich/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Check this game out. It's actually cool if you get through this game smoothly.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109905587475248376?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109905587475248376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109905587475248376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109905587475248376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109905587475248376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/battle-of-sexes.html' title='Battle of the Sexes'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109905552091476371</id><published>2004-10-29T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T06:12:00.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychologically interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?floc=ne-us-12-l8&amp;flok=FF-APO-1110&amp;amp;idq=/ff/story/0001%2F20041028%2F2016184863.htm&amp;sc=1110&amp;amp;photoid=20041022WATAC101"&gt;http://cnn.netscape.cnn.com/news/story.jsp?floc=ne-us-12-l8&amp;flok=FF-APO-1110&amp;amp;idq=/ff/story/0001%2F20041028%2F2016184863.htm&amp;sc=1110&amp;amp;photoid=20041022WATAC101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is article is definetly about something. I sometimes wonder what goes on in a child's mind during certain situations. Especially that they are innocent, there is a tendancy for them to be scared in this kind of situation, or they can stay calm since they are not even aware what the situation is about. It is just all about the mind. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109905552091476371?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109905552091476371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109905552091476371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109905552091476371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109905552091476371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/psychologically-interesting.html' title='Psychologically interesting'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8923210.post-109903065694788173</id><published>2004-10-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T05:18:34.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I actually never expected myself to create a blog.I have nothing better to do. Actually I do, i'm going to continue reading this book in a while, called "&lt;strong&gt;falling leaves&lt;/strong&gt;" , &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by adeline yen mah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I am now halfway, it is a memoir of this chinese girl who experienced a lot of hardships during her childhood. Obviously, Chinese history is included in this book. I find it pretty interesting, I find the book good for leisure reading. This is my first blog, i'm just testing if it works. I have been stuck here at home since this morning. It is not so bad i guess, as long as i'm in my room. There is something about my room that can make me stay there the whole day. I'm not a type of person who bums all day not doing anything. I like trying new things &lt;strong&gt;a lot &lt;/strong&gt;(outdoor/indoor), but staying in my room, makes me ponder a lot about things I have never thought of before. It makes my life more interesting than usual. It makes my mind go "above normal" -_- That's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8923210-109903065694788173?l=myblackhole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/feeds/109903065694788173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8923210&amp;postID=109903065694788173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109903065694788173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8923210/posts/default/109903065694788173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myblackhole.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-testing.html' title='just testing'/><author><name>vintrigger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03018082299799910463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2005-7/1051102/croped2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
