<?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-18789867</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:45:41.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jie&lt;3zhen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodyred-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodyred-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin Peng Qi Jie</name><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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18789867.post-5318020639894135639</id><published>2008-04-04T02:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T03:01:45.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deleted all my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin has grown up. he's a different man inside out. everyone around him says they know him very well. But. they have no idea what kind of man he is. he's scary. he's quiet. he's a very good actor. His mind. Thinks about everything. everyday. everywhere he go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got his driving liciense. He sold his dad's old car. and sharing a Nissan Latio Sports with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;He is Single. and he Can't Afford to fall deeply in love again. he's afraid. They say. he's a flirt. A playboy. A jerk. he just smiled and said. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am in the morning. Driving his car. around. feeling empty. with no one beside him. playing empty by click 5. where is all his friends ? dead. he says. Drives to west coast park. looking at the sea. recalls who he had been there with. This is Life !. he said. ppl comes and goes. like the wind. and he walks.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18789867-5318020639894135639?l=mybloodyred-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybloodyred-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5318020639894135639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18789867&amp;postID=5318020639894135639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789867/posts/default/5318020639894135639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18789867/posts/default/5318020639894135639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybloodyred-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/martin.html' title='Martin'/><author><name>Martin Peng Qi Jie</name><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>
