<?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-3874692418249020408</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:02:29.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Room</title><subtitle type='html'>The Red Room - if you need a detailed description I`ll dissapoint you because I`m not going to give you one. It`s simple: if you`re interested - you come in, and if not - you go away!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-1838249213325448876</id><published>2010-10-07T09:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:58:48.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I have noone to miss now...</title><content type='html'>He went...and he changed.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like the person he's become. But I kind of understand, 'cause you know, people change.&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is that they never change back...&lt;br /&gt;We'll see when we meet again. I would like to get to know him and see if I can get used to...whoever he is now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-1838249213325448876?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1838249213325448876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-noone-to-miss-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1838249213325448876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1838249213325448876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-noone-to-miss-now.html' title='I have noone to miss now...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-6332087294495083852</id><published>2010-10-02T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T12:53:50.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F98bn-uOvpA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F98bn-uOvpA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-6332087294495083852?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6332087294495083852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6332087294495083852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6332087294495083852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7416748715429580810</id><published>2010-09-28T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:30:33.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m not who I am</title><content type='html'>Something’s missing...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t quite know how to say how I feel. He’s missing... He’s not near, and it – you expect me to say that it hurts, but – it doesn’t. It’s not hurt that I feel, because I don’t really feel. There’s just this hole inside of me, but on the other hand it’s not really a hole...  It’s more like an empty space that his presence used to fill.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m not sad... I’m just lonely... Kind of empty.&lt;br /&gt;I can see the sun shining on my skin, but somehow I don’t feel it. It’s like there is no sun. There is no him. He doesn’t shine on me, and I’m not warm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel when there’s no sun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7416748715429580810?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7416748715429580810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7416748715429580810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7416748715429580810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-who-i-am.html' title='I’m not who I am'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-6353785020802823628</id><published>2010-09-24T10:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:25:34.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven in hell or is it hell in heaven?</title><content type='html'>Are we treated fairly?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of that?&lt;br /&gt;Do we deserve all of this? Or, is all of this more than we deserve?&lt;br /&gt;Is there really a higher power, or do we make our own destinies?&lt;br /&gt;Love - war. It's our choice. Wee choose the side. But on the other hand, there is no his or her side. Everybody is on their own side. &lt;br /&gt;We are animals.&lt;br /&gt;And we are doomed to be eternally wild.&lt;br /&gt;If we can be wild - that we can be free. Then, why aren't we satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;What more do we want?&lt;br /&gt;Care.&lt;br /&gt;That's what's missing.&lt;br /&gt;But remember? We chose war. And war doesn't know of care.&lt;br /&gt;What? We change our minds. We choose love.&lt;br /&gt;We have care, we have happyness...but it isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just face it.&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be fully satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;We have spirit, we have soul...but it's blind, and it's deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are animals.&lt;br /&gt;And we are doomed to be eternally wild.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-6353785020802823628?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6353785020802823628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-we-treated-fairly-have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6353785020802823628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6353785020802823628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-we-treated-fairly-have-you-ever.html' title='Heaven in hell or is it hell in heaven?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-6162322718133095959</id><published>2010-09-22T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:16:24.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I just like you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjgQLEZ6vjY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MjgQLEZ6vjY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are you just like me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-6162322718133095959?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6162322718133095959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-just-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6162322718133095959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6162322718133095959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-just-like-you.html' title='Am I just like you?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7614818604259562589</id><published>2010-09-21T18:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:32:02.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem that brakes your heart</title><content type='html'>I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I go to school&lt;br /&gt;I return home&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: &lt;i&gt;Princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7614818604259562589?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7614818604259562589/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-1477825385721378670</id><published>2010-09-20T14:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:11:47.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeey!!</title><content type='html'>I passed my driver's exam. &lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to get my driver's licence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K--xePVTE-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K--xePVTE-k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" 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title='Yeeey!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-953894794109208505</id><published>2010-09-19T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:45:38.153+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who think they know me!!</title><content type='html'>You're WRONG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-953894794109208505?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-559651308292469546</id><published>2010-09-16T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T21:52:59.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The hands of time are never on our side...</title><content type='html'>I really wasn't ready for this... But honestly, I don't think that I'd ever be... I just need to get used to not being near him now... And it'll take some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-559651308292469546?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/559651308292469546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/hands-of-time-are-never-on-our-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/559651308292469546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/559651308292469546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/hands-of-time-are-never-on-our-side.html' title='The hands of time are never on our side...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7700663022971547748</id><published>2010-09-14T19:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T19:59:00.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, September the 16th, my boyfriend is leaving the state for 3 months. He's going to Slovakia to Univerzity. It's good, and I'm proud of him because of his will to get educated...but I won't see him for 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not really ready for something like this, we've never been apart for that long, and I don't know how I'll manage to be ok. &lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I'll get used to it soon...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss him very, very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7700663022971547748?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7700663022971547748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7700663022971547748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7700663022971547748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-6405750957722053596</id><published>2010-09-12T15:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:47:49.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I could use somebody...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XodxsnX_fwc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XodxsnX_fwc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-6405750957722053596?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6405750957722053596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-could-use-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6405750957722053596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6405750957722053596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-could-use-somebody.html' title='I could use somebody...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-8923804687195556548</id><published>2010-09-10T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:37:55.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony...</title><content type='html'>You know how I told you about that boy and me trying to be friends? &lt;br /&gt;It didn't go well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-8923804687195556548?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8923804687195556548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8923804687195556548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8923804687195556548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/irony.html' title='Irony...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-4947518149906162115</id><published>2010-09-09T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:00:55.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(no title)</title><content type='html'>This is all I feel today... Just this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP_O3fP9P0A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XP_O3fP9P0A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-4947518149906162115?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4947518149906162115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4947518149906162115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4947518149906162115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-title.html' title='(no title)'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-5598186874584267295</id><published>2010-09-08T23:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:59:04.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A paperback novel</title><content type='html'>There's one thing you didn't know about me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;For most of you, it's probably no big deal, but if you read my recent posts, you'll find this information quite surprising. Or maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been cheating on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for about five years, and I've never cheated on him before (yes, I was never with another boy, since I've been&amp;nbsp;13). But...he cheated on me a few times. That was a long time ago, and I forgave him every time (you are free to be gudgmental about this). He's been faightful for about two years now, and our relationship is just great!&lt;br /&gt;So, why did I cheat on him?&lt;br /&gt;Well... There's&amp;nbsp;a boy in our school, that I like, and that likes me. We've known each other for a couple of months, and the first time we kissed, the first time I was unfaightful, was in April, when we went on an 8-day school trip. &lt;br /&gt;It was exciting... He was the first boy I kissed after 5 years (after my bf, ofcourse), and it felt...different. Not great nor bad...just different. And weard in some way. But I didn't regret it, not a minute of it. We were 'a couple' during these 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;When we returned and continued with our classes, it was even wearder. We saw each other sometimes in a hallway, and it was weard&amp;nbsp; to pass by him and just say 'hi'. But sometimes we kissed... We just set up a meeting, and we kissed...&lt;br /&gt;And then...summer came.&lt;br /&gt;He lives in a city, but I live in a small town about a half an hour from the city... We haven't seen each other the whole summer... Untill September the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we set up a meeting... This time, nothing happened, just a hug. And it felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;But we continued to chat on-line, and exchange SMS, and the kiss happened again (this was 'the promised kiss' I was telling you about). And It's weard again, because I just don't know what to do. I certanly don't want to break up with my bofriend, but sometimes it happenes that I just have to be with this boy. And most of these times, I 'feed the beast' as I wrote... And it feels great. But the feeling I get after that... The guilt... I start to regret it... But even this feeling lasts only a couple of minutes/hours. Than It's beeing pushed out of my heart by another one, familiar one - lust...&lt;br /&gt;And here we go again... I want him.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this situation&amp;nbsp;I'm in, and I wish that I didn't feel this way! It's frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;Now,&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;decided not to&amp;nbsp;see each other anymore... We'll stay (just) friends, and that'll be it... And I think (and I'm sure that you're with me on this one) it's a smart decision. &lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-5598186874584267295?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5598186874584267295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/paperback-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/5598186874584267295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/5598186874584267295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/paperback-novel.html' title='A paperback novel'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-8972920262219371142</id><published>2010-09-07T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:55:07.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blush...</title><content type='html'>The school bell rings...I'm walking towards the hall that we set up our meeting in...&lt;br /&gt;I see him, he's already there, waiting for me...I'm getting closer and closer, and...here I am.&lt;br /&gt;'So, now what?'&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have the time to realize I asked myself that. It just happened. He kissed me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-8972920262219371142?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8972920262219371142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8972920262219371142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8972920262219371142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blush.html' title='Blush...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-2132118324712870641</id><published>2010-09-06T22:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T22:05:21.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG, so many pervs on BlogTV!!! Just go and see - I have banned 14 of them!! It seem like 2 out of 100 of them are the 'normal' ones... It's just disquisting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-2132118324712870641?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2132118324712870641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2132118324712870641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2132118324712870641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7306345969482376546</id><published>2010-09-06T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T01:11:52.035+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me - watch you</title><content type='html'>I signed up for BlogTV, and here's a link, so if you ever feel like watching me - feel free to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" height="330" src="http://www.blogtv.com/livesdk/Zm7uZuZvZWFtY2ZHZe_E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogtv.com/People/PrincessRea"&gt;PrincessRea&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.blogtv.com/"&gt;Broadcast your self LIVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7306345969482376546?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7306345969482376546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-me-watch-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7306345969482376546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7306345969482376546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/watch-me-watch-you.html' title='Watch me - watch you'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-8219351715206612551</id><published>2010-09-05T12:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:26:20.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The beast haven't been fed!</title><content type='html'>So, the other day, I was with the one that represents passion...&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that I was promised to get a kiss, but we're not planning anything exclusive. There's a girl he likes, and he would like to get exclusive with her, but he also likes me, and as I sad, he promised me a kiss. But there's one problem - he doesn't cheat. &lt;br /&gt;So every time we see each other, I'm hoping to get a kiss, while I can get it...&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princess*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-8219351715206612551?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8219351715206612551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/beast-havent-been-fed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8219351715206612551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/8219351715206612551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/beast-havent-been-fed.html' title='The beast haven&apos;t been fed!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-2428646884392732447</id><published>2010-09-04T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:26:54.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The dilemma - gone</title><content type='html'>I made up my mind...&lt;br /&gt;The devil won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-2428646884392732447?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2428646884392732447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilemma-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2428646884392732447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2428646884392732447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilemma-gone.html' title='The dilemma - gone'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-2947441799791490050</id><published>2010-09-03T23:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:43:30.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In need of advice...</title><content type='html'>I'm in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Love or passion?&lt;br /&gt;The angel on my left shoulder says: love, of course. But there's also a devil sitting on my right shoulder and he says: passion. And damn it,&amp;nbsp;he's one sexy devil!!&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah - dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Princess*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-2947441799791490050?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2947441799791490050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-need-of-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2947441799791490050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/2947441799791490050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-need-of-advice.html' title='In need of advice...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-6960950554039247721</id><published>2010-08-20T11:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:51:12.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The great comeback......or, not so great...</title><content type='html'>Hi guys... Sorry I didn't write for a while...well, it's been a month really... Anyway, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;If you wonder why I didn't write - believe it or not, but I haven't had enough inspiration lately...&lt;br /&gt;No, there were no problems, just...I guess I ran out of words... &lt;br /&gt;So...here I am - again, listening to 977. The song is Three Days Grace - Never Too Late, and really, this world will never be what I expected...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I miss my school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Princess*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-6960950554039247721?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6960950554039247721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-comebackor-not-so-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6960950554039247721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/6960950554039247721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-comebackor-not-so-great.html' title='The great comeback......or, not so great...'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-4865184267792376908</id><published>2010-07-19T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:56:46.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it close?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TES4-mHqbVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gocH2t12gUw/s1600/earth.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TES4-mHqbVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gocH2t12gUw/s200/earth.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The world`s end.&lt;br /&gt;Doomsday asteroid, robots inhering the Earth, super volcanoes, alien invasion or big freeze?? &lt;br /&gt;I watched the Discovery channel today and the topic was the world`s end. It is unbilievable how many scenarios there are. I`m in medical school and the one that interested me the most is called `Silver mucus`. You probably wonder what the silver mucus has to do with medicine - I`ll tell you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all know how medicine is `getting better` over the past few years. Well, there is a chance that there could be created small `robots` that would be `injected` into our body whenever we are in need of a surgery. They would do the doctor`s job. For example: if we need a surgery for getting out the tumor, the doctor will inject these robots into our bloodstream and they will, kind of, find the tumor and destroy it. The only problem is that these robots will have to reproduct theirself. How? - They would turn everything that they touch into another robot. So if we had 2 robots, now we`ll have 4. And that 8...and so on. The result is the `silver mucus` - every single atom on the Earth, and even the Earth itself will be turned into a giant `nest` of these robots...&lt;br /&gt;What`s next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TES5SSEhIdI/AAAAAAAAADw/jNf5VuiXaWw/s1600/nanotech.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="161" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TES5SSEhIdI/AAAAAAAAADw/jNf5VuiXaWw/s200/nanotech.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(since this post was mostly about nanotechnology - here`s a website from whitch you can learn something more about it -&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nanowerk.com/"&gt;www.nanowerk.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-4865184267792376908?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4865184267792376908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4865184267792376908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4865184267792376908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-it-close.html' title='Is it close?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TES4-mHqbVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gocH2t12gUw/s72-c/earth.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-1409609783489420518</id><published>2010-07-18T13:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:19:25.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TELjCjV5TjI/AAAAAAAAADg/cqRqkV8vtAg/s1600/poster-the-piano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TELjCjV5TjI/AAAAAAAAADg/cqRqkV8vtAg/s200/poster-the-piano.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Definitely the best movie I have ever watched!!&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I like it so much is because I play piano, and I love it so much...&lt;br /&gt;The movie is about a women who has a daughter, and is being married to a man she didn`t even met yet. She and her daughter are being stransported to an island where her new husband lives. She also brought her piano to the island, so she could play. She basicly can`t live without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, I forgot to mension that she is mute, so when she plays, she kind of expresses herself... There, on the island, she falls in love with a man who lives not far from their house. Her husband finds out...and I`ll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TELiqzGU_gI/AAAAAAAAADY/95nexNZZSXI/s1600/93+Holly_Hunter_Biography.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TELiqzGU_gI/AAAAAAAAADY/95nexNZZSXI/s200/93+Holly_Hunter_Biography.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry but If I tell you the whole story, there`s no point in watching the movie. You rather watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, the music in the movie is great... It`s composed by Michael Nyman, and the composition that I like the most is called The Heart Asks Pleasure First. I`m definitely gonna learn to play it.&lt;br /&gt;The actress that plays the women`s role is Holly Hunter, and she won the Oscar for the best actress in 1993, for this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-1409609783489420518?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1409609783489420518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/piano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1409609783489420518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1409609783489420518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/piano.html' title='The Piano'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TELjCjV5TjI/AAAAAAAAADg/cqRqkV8vtAg/s72-c/poster-the-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-5856212193240169466</id><published>2010-07-15T18:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:52:58.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m walking on sunshine.........or by the sea.......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TD85StYciGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OHteb4BmWBA/s1600/csp2009646__mali_losinj__640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TD85StYciGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OHteb4BmWBA/s200/csp2009646__mali_losinj__640.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Finally! The sea!! It was soooo good to dive into it! ...oh.......sorry - I forgot to tell you - I`m in Croatia with my family. Gosh, I missed it (the sea)...we didn`t come here last year, and it was weard - my summer was kind of...lame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TD85gBeaGUI/AAAAAAAAADA/nchf5cW6LVU/s1600/11724_Velika_Mali-Losinj.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TD85gBeaGUI/AAAAAAAAADA/nchf5cW6LVU/s200/11724_Velika_Mali-Losinj.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So, I couldn`t wait to get here again, we are here for the third time and I love it here! The sea is beautiful, and the people here are very friendly. The destination is Mali Losinj. It`s located on an island called Losinj-Cres (Cres-Losinj) but people just call it Losinj. Sorry, seems like I complicated the sentence a little bit. My appologies. Anyway, it`s also known by it`s `nickname` - the island of dolphins (I didn`t see any yet but I`m an optimist and I believe that I`ll see them someday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The temperature here is high but the sea if great as I said. I think that today it`s about 32 degress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If you`re interested in culture - there is a museum called `The museum of Losinj` and also, every summer there is a music festival organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It`s really nice here, so if you`d like to spend your summer holiday in a quite place instead of a big city - I deffinately reccomend Mali Losinj.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(here are some pictures of the island) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-5856212193240169466?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5856212193240169466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-walking-on-sunshineor-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/5856212193240169466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/5856212193240169466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-walking-on-sunshineor-by-sea.html' title='I`m walking on sunshine.........or by the sea.......?'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TD85StYciGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OHteb4BmWBA/s72-c/csp2009646__mali_losinj__640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-4764688953785813475</id><published>2010-07-10T23:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:18:36.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDjgjkh-pDI/AAAAAAAAACg/lnQJGb3zxp0/s1600/26141_1269473136635_1224054816_30651105_2103381_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDjgjkh-pDI/AAAAAAAAACg/lnQJGb3zxp0/s200/26141_1269473136635_1224054816_30651105_2103381_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDj0uBcPZSI/AAAAAAAAACo/q3gisekoFsg/s1600/26141_1269311612597_1224054816_30650901_4543811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDj0uBcPZSI/AAAAAAAAACo/q3gisekoFsg/s200/26141_1269311612597_1224054816_30650901_4543811_n.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDj03iHFvtI/AAAAAAAAACw/G4pMKN6zBm0/s1600/28353_1333086886939_1224054816_30770206_5511737_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDj03iHFvtI/AAAAAAAAACw/G4pMKN6zBm0/s200/28353_1333086886939_1224054816_30770206_5511737_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- drawing. I love it. I only do pencil sketches, but I`m thinking that I could try something else... I just need to buy the material. I started to draw two years ago. I don`t do it every day, maybe two or three times a month, but I like to do it, and I think that my masterpieces (yes, I like to call them that) look pretty good (here&amp;nbsp;are some pictures&amp;nbsp; - hope you like them). Mostly I sketch faces (Avril Lavigne, I also did Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart). So there`s not really much to say - see for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-4764688953785813475?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4764688953785813475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-hobby.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4764688953785813475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4764688953785813475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-hobby.html' title='My hobby'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDjgjkh-pDI/AAAAAAAAACg/lnQJGb3zxp0/s72-c/26141_1269473136635_1224054816_30651105_2103381_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-4378003728967905882</id><published>2010-07-05T22:37:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:01:03.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDJSHiCfnOI/AAAAAAAAACY/G7IjQwxnpM8/s1600/Yellowcard_live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490541185067883746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDJSHiCfnOI/AAAAAAAAACY/G7IjQwxnpM8/s200/Yellowcard_live.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 131px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDJR9X_MVXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1gR9pxXk690/s1600/yellowcardd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490541010570990962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDJR9X_MVXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1gR9pxXk690/s200/yellowcardd.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard is a rock band formed in Jacksonville (Florida) in 1997. They are best-known for their songs `Ocean Avenue`, `Only One`, `Lights and Sounds`, and `Light Up the Sky`. &lt;br /&gt;So, as I said (wrote), Yellowcard was formed in 1997 in Jacksonville. They released their first album `Midget Tossing` in 1997. The original members were vocalist Ben Dobson, guitarist/vocalist Todd Clary, bassist Warren Cooke, guitarist Ben Eric Harper, and drummer Longineu W. Parsons III. `Where We Stand`, their second album, featured the same lineup as Midget Tossing. Soon Ben Dobson was replaced by Ryan Key(vocals and rhythm guitar) and in early 2000, the band recorded the Still Standing EP. Soon after Still Standing EP was released, Todd Clary left the band. Key then filled both Clary's and Dobson's duties, guitar and vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group released their third album, `One for the Kids` (Lobster Records), in 2001 and followed up with The Underdog EP. However, soon after The Underdog EP was released, Warren Cooke left the band due to personal reasons. The band then asked an old friend, Peter Mosely from Inspection 12, to play bass for them. &lt;br /&gt;During the recording of Ocean Avenue, Mosely left. The band again began the search for a new bass player and found Alex Lewis, whose sister, Alieke Wijnveldt, contributed vocals to the Ocean Avenue track, `View From Heaven`. They released their first single from the album, `Way Away`. &lt;br /&gt;In late 2003, the band finally broke through with a hit single `Ocean Avenue`. The song `Empty Apartment` (my favourite) was also featured on an episode of the TV Show One Tree Hill (I`ll write about this too). Suddenly, Yellowcard was everywhere from the covers of Alternative Press, to headliners of the 2004 Warped Tour!&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard members:&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Key - lead vocals, rhythm guitar (since 2000)&lt;br /&gt;Sean Mackin - violin, vocals (since 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Mendez - lead guitar, vocals (since 2006)&lt;br /&gt;Longineu W. Parsons III - drums, percussion (since 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Discography:&lt;br /&gt;Midget Tossing (1997)&lt;br /&gt;Where We Stand (1999)&lt;br /&gt;One for the Kids (2001)&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Avenue (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Lights and Sounds (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Paper Walls (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Official website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yellowcardrock.com/"&gt;http://www.yellowcardrock.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-4378003728967905882?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4378003728967905882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/yellowcard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4378003728967905882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/4378003728967905882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/yellowcard.html' title='Yellowcard'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TDJSHiCfnOI/AAAAAAAAACY/G7IjQwxnpM8/s72-c/Yellowcard_live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7371210006146145537</id><published>2010-07-03T23:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:14:13.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The music that completes me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC-zNc2tYBI/AAAAAAAAABo/6MoJr93f09I/s1600/Yellowcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC-zNc2tYBI/AAAAAAAAABo/6MoJr93f09I/s320/Yellowcard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489803514453254162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing you should know about me are my favourite bands. I don`t only have one favourite band because I think that they are all pretty cool...correction - I think that they are all GREAT!! Well, let`s get to the point... First place is taken by Yellowcard and their `Empty Apartment`. Then there is Acceptance, Jimmy Eat World, Nickelback, 3 Doors Down, 30 Seconds to Mars, Dead by Sunrise, Linkin Park, Fall Out Boy, Krim, Nada Surf, Paramore, Snow Patrol, Switchfoot, The Goo Goo Dolls... Don`t be surprised, I told you that I don`t only have one favourite band...well, ok - I should probably mension that there aren`t only a few of them. My appologies... So since Yellowcard are the first - here is a picture of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7371210006146145537?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7371210006146145537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-thing-you-should-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7371210006146145537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7371210006146145537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-thing-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='The music that completes me'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC-zNc2tYBI/AAAAAAAAABo/6MoJr93f09I/s72-c/Yellowcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-7210405354563705073</id><published>2010-07-02T20:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:24:05.147+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you`ve met my roommate, it`s time to meet me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC40sxdC5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/0K7mexG5RPM/s1600/dan_brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC40sxdC5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/0K7mexG5RPM/s200/dan_brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489382939605264018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC40jxWvtAI/AAAAAAAAABY/HjUhbvMolZc/s1600/stephen-king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC40jxWvtAI/AAAAAAAAABY/HjUhbvMolZc/s200/stephen-king.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489382784960017410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you should know about me is that I apsolutely adore Dan Brown and Stephen King!! I think they are autors of an amazing stories! These days I`m reading King`s `Cell` and I must say that idea of human race becoming selfdestructive because of the little plastic thing like cell-phone is UNBILIEVEBLY BILIEVEBLE!! The fact is that I myself can`t emagine my life without my cell and I really shouldn`t agree with the message that this novel is supposed to give to us, but I do...I agree. So for those who like thillers and horrors I would deffinitely reccomend Brown`s and King`s books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-7210405354563705073?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7210405354563705073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-thing-you-should-know-about-me-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7210405354563705073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/7210405354563705073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-thing-you-should-know-about-me-is.html' title='Since you`ve met my roommate, it`s time to meet me!'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TC40sxdC5pI/AAAAAAAAABg/0K7mexG5RPM/s72-c/dan_brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-1900768294444517349</id><published>2010-06-30T22:31:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:02:02.470+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet &amp; Greet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TCuwwsxsWVI/AAAAAAAAABA/KpKLFRqjvDk/s1600/30062010461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TCuwwsxsWVI/AAAAAAAAABA/KpKLFRqjvDk/s320/30062010461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488674921580878162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to meet my roommate, Mr. Ted. I named him Ted because he`s a teddybear (obviously) and as you can see he`s a punker. I must say, he`s an angel - he NEVER complains about the kind of music I listen to, you wouldn`t believe it!! Anyway, I hope you like his haircut because I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: For those who are already looking for door... - give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-1900768294444517349?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1900768294444517349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-greet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1900768294444517349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/1900768294444517349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-greet.html' title='Meet &amp; Greet'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TCuwwsxsWVI/AAAAAAAAABA/KpKLFRqjvDk/s72-c/30062010461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3874692418249020408.post-3280194934762816422</id><published>2010-06-30T00:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:24:08.342+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, bonjour, hallo, ciao, ahoj...or however you like</title><content type='html'>So, I woke up this morning and decided to make a blog...just like that, out of blue...&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start? - Why Red Room? Well...I`m planning to share with U guys all the things that are supposed to stay between the four red walls that make my room. I will turn this blog into some kind of online diary, so if you really become interested in my world - I can asure you that you`re going to get to know me pretty well. I think that this is quite enough for the start...read me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                     &lt;em&gt; Princess*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3874692418249020408-3280194934762816422?l=redroomstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3280194934762816422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-bonjour-hallo-ciao-ahojor-however.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/3280194934762816422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3874692418249020408/posts/default/3280194934762816422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redroomstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-bonjour-hallo-ciao-ahojor-however.html' title='Hello, bonjour, hallo, ciao, ahoj...or however you like'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10646004996294246384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B4p1g3RJ1r0/TG5Q1pPJnbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/QtNir8SPZfI/S220/4863_1093835545805_1224054816_30301778_6786230_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
