<?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-7650998</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:56:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!</title><subtitle type='html'>happiness is a state of mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-113790665262325015</id><published>2006-01-22T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:10:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER CONSTRUCTION! :)</title><content type='html'>see you soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-113790665262325015?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/113790665262325015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/113790665262325015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2006/01/under-construction_22.html' title='UNDER CONSTRUCTION! :)'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109144258591815225</id><published>2004-08-02T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T19:22:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>my sister and i went home to pampanga this weekend to celebrate my lolo's 80th birthday last saturday :) i love being with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing most people in my school don't understand when i can't commit my weekend to them is my need to be with my family. most of them get to go home to their families every day. i don't have that. i have to wait til the weekend to drive all the way to pampanga to get to play badminton with my brother and sisters, tease pablo, dirnk with my cousin and have lunch with the whole family. seeing every member of the family happy to see us every time we come home makes the tiring trip worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/withday2.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lolo's Girl :D heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109144258591815225?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109144258591815225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109144258591815225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109093585689267164</id><published>2004-07-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:59:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby pics! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/flowergirl2.txt"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/babypablo2.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think i looked like pablo when i was a baby? mweheheh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE BABY PICS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/withpapa.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/cousins2.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109093585689267164?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109093585689267164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109093585689267164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/baby-pics.html' title='baby pics! :)'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109075731659918524</id><published>2004-07-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T15:45:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PABLO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/withpablo.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/shakeyspics2.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my sister tina and i went all the way to shakeys katipunan just to see our nephew pablo because he attended a kiddie party there. heheh :) now, don't you think that this super cute smile was worth all the trouble? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get kilig pa everytime i see these pictures of him :) heheheh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109075731659918524?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109075731659918524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109075731659918524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/pablo.html' title='PABLO!!'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109063247066038757</id><published>2004-07-25T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T08:32:29.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>The Invitation&lt;br /&gt;by Oriah Mountain Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what you ache for&lt;br /&gt;and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool&lt;br /&gt;for love&lt;br /&gt;for your dream&lt;br /&gt;for the adventure of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow&lt;br /&gt;if you have been opened by life’s betrayals&lt;br /&gt;or have become shrivelled and closed&lt;br /&gt;from fear of further pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can sit with pain&lt;br /&gt;mine or your own&lt;br /&gt;without moving to hide it&lt;br /&gt;or fade it&lt;br /&gt;or fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can be with joy&lt;br /&gt;mine or your own&lt;br /&gt;if you can dance with wildness&lt;br /&gt;and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;without cautioning us to&lt;br /&gt;be careful&lt;br /&gt;be realistic&lt;br /&gt;remember the limitations of being human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me &lt;br /&gt;is true.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can &lt;br /&gt;disappoint another &lt;br /&gt;to be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear the accusation of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;and not betray your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;If you can be faithless&lt;br /&gt;and therefore trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;br /&gt;even when it is not pretty&lt;br /&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;And if you can source your own life &lt;br /&gt;from its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can live with failure&lt;br /&gt;yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;and still stand at the edge of the lake&lt;br /&gt;and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;br /&gt;“Yes!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;to know where you live or how much money you have.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can get up&lt;br /&gt;after the night of grief and despair&lt;br /&gt;weary and bruised to the bone&lt;br /&gt;and do what needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;to feed the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me who you know&lt;br /&gt;or how you came to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you will stand&lt;br /&gt;in the centre of the fire&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;and not shrink back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom&lt;br /&gt;you have studied.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what sustains you&lt;br /&gt;from the inside&lt;br /&gt;when all else falls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can be alone &lt;br /&gt;with yourself&lt;br /&gt;and if you truly like the company you keep&lt;br /&gt;in the empty moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*my favorite poem of all time :) this is how i choose to live and love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109063247066038757?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109063247066038757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109063247066038757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109062745417151569</id><published>2004-07-24T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T08:49:09.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033888700_borderline.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8aca420)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;borderline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/rosiekins/quizzes/Which%20Personality%20Disorder%20Do%20You%20Have%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i took MMPI in my Psychometrics class and the results there showed that i am most likely to have Hysteria... heheh :) interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109062745417151569?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109062745417151569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109062745417151569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-personality-disorder-do-you-have.html' title='Which Personality Disorder Do You Have?'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109062675635628922</id><published>2004-07-24T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T15:35:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*squeak* *squeak*</title><content type='html'>i have a squeaky car &lt;br /&gt;and it's only one of the many reasons why i've been SO irritable this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it happened last wednesday (july 14) along the quirino taft intersection. i was on my way to rob place to have dinner and watch a movie with faye when this taxi hit my car from behind. it was amazing how so many pedicab drivers flocked the site of the accident. as if that wasn't bad enough, i remembered that I didn't have a cell phone at the moment to call anyone, not even faye to tell her that i was going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday, since i needed to look for my sister's stapler and was positive that it was in the trunk, i tried opening it, only to find out that it wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i can't close my trunk. the only thing that holds it is a ribbon to stop it from opening totally. it goes *squeak* *squeak* every time i drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/purplekei/car.txt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a hell week for me. This upcoming week better be a more pleasant one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109062675635628922?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109062675635628922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109062675635628922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/squeak-squeak.html' title='*squeak* *squeak*'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109038862999399114</id><published>2004-07-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T08:43:43.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what flavor are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;&lt;IMG BORDER=0 ALIGN="LEFT" WIDTH=100 HEIGHT=100 SRC="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour/11.png" ALT="What Flavour Are You? I taste like Menthol." /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;I taste like &lt;B&gt;Menthol&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am refreshingly different; some people don't appreciate that. My sharp honesty gets up some people's noses, while others really enjoy it. I am something of an acquired taste. &lt;A HREF="http://quiz.ravenblack.net/flavour.pl"&gt;What Flavour Are You?&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109038862999399114?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109038862999399114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109038862999399114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/what-flavor-are-you.html' title='what flavor are you?'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109015013388802996</id><published>2004-07-19T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T08:43:08.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stuck In A Moment" by U2</title><content type='html'>I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can throw at me&lt;br /&gt;That I haven't already heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to find&lt;br /&gt;A decent melody&lt;br /&gt;A song that I can sing&lt;br /&gt;In my own company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you were a fool&lt;br /&gt;But darling look at you&lt;br /&gt;You gotta stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;Carry your own weight&lt;br /&gt;These tears are going nowhere baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And now you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forsake&lt;br /&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;br /&gt;The nights you filled with fireworks&lt;br /&gt;They left you with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still enchanted&lt;br /&gt;By the light you brought to me&lt;br /&gt;I listen through your ears&lt;br /&gt;Through your eyes I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a fool&lt;br /&gt;To worry like you do&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tough&lt;br /&gt;And you can never get enough&lt;br /&gt;Of what you don't really need now&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love, look at you now&lt;br /&gt;You've got yourself stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unconscious, half asleep&lt;br /&gt;The water is warm 'til you discover how deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jumping, for me it was a fall&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way down to nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;You've got stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say that later will be better&lt;br /&gt;Now you're stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if our way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along the stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the night runs over&lt;br /&gt;And if the day won't last&lt;br /&gt;And if your way should falter&lt;br /&gt;Along this stony pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a moment&lt;br /&gt;This time will pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i just saw this song on my list of mp3s and listened to it again after so long...one of the few people who have been most influential to me once said that this was my song...his song for me. This was actually the reason why i downloaded it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics of the song may not be sweet and it has been about 2 years already but i still remember EVERYTHING about him everytime i hear this song... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109015013388802996?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109015013388802996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109015013388802996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/stuck-in-moment-by-u2.html' title='&quot;Stuck In A Moment&quot; by U2'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-109002240783491014</id><published>2004-07-17T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T08:50:22.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhg!</title><content type='html'>will somebody please explain again why i am up as early as 7:55am on a saturday morning?! i hate getting up&amp;nbsp;early for&amp;nbsp;org meetings...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, at least i have tomorrow to look forward to.. i'm going to see pablo!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-109002240783491014?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109002240783491014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/109002240783491014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/uhg.html' title='uhg!'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7650998.post-108998187985504308</id><published>2004-07-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T08:52:33.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm no poet :)</title><content type='html'>my sister just conviced me to create a blog... i'm no poet and i'm not even a good writer. :) this should be fun.. mwehehehe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7650998-108998187985504308?l=twinkeedoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/108998187985504308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7650998/posts/default/108998187985504308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinkeedoo.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-no-poet.html' title='i&apos;m no poet :)'/><author><name>kei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01715362478878996502</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></entry></feed>
