<?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-7003904397693096289</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:55:04.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish upon a peach</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003904397693096289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kameko</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003904397693096289.post-8795006837114901440</id><published>2009-04-13T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:59:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i return to my dormitory after school,adeltine catches up with me.that was surprising seeign hr rather small frame and stillettos.&lt;br /&gt;'howd you get to sit with chris?anbd how come you swictched?'&lt;br /&gt;'if you wanted i would have switched with you...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she analyses me from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;'nevermind.boy,do you need a wardrobe change.to the mall with me later.'&lt;br /&gt;i nod,stunned.perhaps my room mates arent so bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with adeline aint half bad,if you like shopping with a walking talking tabloid.&lt;br /&gt;adeline talks non stop about whats the latest happenings,the latest couples,and most of all chris.&lt;br /&gt;she talks about chris more than anone else.&lt;br /&gt;is this a hint?interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003904397693096289-8795006837114901440?l=wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/feeds/8795006837114901440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>chris would make the most interesting class companion.&lt;br /&gt;if only he would stop touching his hair.&lt;br /&gt;is it just me?or does he his hand move to his head every 5 second?&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;he need hairclips to keep his hair in place.but i guess hes vain because hes cute.&lt;br /&gt;or is it viceversa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm way underdressed.everyone is wearing prom-worthy dresses to school,and me,jeans and t-shirt.boy,do i need a wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;going shopping after school,i guess.but with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessons are utmostly boring.&lt;br /&gt;oh looooooK!chris is online,heres his msn pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/224/b/9/Cloud_Strife_by_KLSADAKO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 128px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/224/b/9/Cloud_Strife_by_KLSADAKO.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so cool.&lt;br /&gt;and heres mine,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:457jtWfc0oS0cM:http://bestgamewallpapers.com/files/dead-or-alive-xtreme-2/kokoro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:457jtWfc0oS0cM:http://bestgamewallpapers.com/files/dead-or-alive-xtreme-2/kokoro.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003904397693096289-3503470953469374886?l=wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/feeds/3503470953469374886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class</title><content type='html'>i guess i'll have to live with my room mates.they,after all are the first people i know here.i wonder what everyone else on the school is like.guess i'll hvae to find out tomorow,school starting then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and get ready for school.looking for a uniform in my wardrobe, i cant seem to find one.then,i remember,there is no uniform.i slap on a jeans and t-shirt and go.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing breakfast,but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;as i step out of the lift into my 77th story classroom,i am amazed.this classroom is humongous.just the size alone amazes me.this school is flthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;even though the classroom is empty,i am too scared to break the silence.&lt;br /&gt;i hear foot steps behind me.turning around,i see this cute guy in a leather jacket entering.&lt;br /&gt;"havent seen you around before.new here?"&lt;br /&gt;"mhm.care to introduce yourself?"i breathed.&lt;br /&gt;"name's chris hidy do.he pats me on the back,and takes a seat.&lt;br /&gt;"i;m raina,where do you suggest i sit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he points to a seat beside him,and i oblige.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003904397693096289-1529125161990519304?l=wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1529125161990519304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003904397693096289/posts/default/1529125161990519304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7003904397693096289/posts/default/1529125161990519304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/2009/04/class.html' title='the class'/><author><name>Kameko</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7003904397693096289.post-1855259523066683978</id><published>2009-04-10T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:06:19.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what newness</title><content type='html'>pehaps it was out of sheer stupidity that i didnt turn on the lights when i entered the dormitory,and i stepped on a nail.&lt;br /&gt;and that hurts,mind you.&lt;br /&gt;i've not introduced myself to you,but here it is,anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i;m Raina, 14 this year.i've just transferred to a boarding school in japan,and i dont realy think i will like it here.&lt;br /&gt;i've not really talked to my room mates yet....&lt;br /&gt;i'll do that now.they look rather friedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;i have 2 roomamtes,both not so tall.&lt;br /&gt;jade,a first glance,is the rather sporty type.shes well toned all over,and shes got a lot of spunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline is your typical boy-crazy fellow.&lt;br /&gt;she's alway reading magazines,and wouldnt look up from them to even talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;i;m not gonna introduce myself,it should be pretty obvious what kind of person i am already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7003904397693096289-1855259523066683978?l=wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wish-uponapeach.blogspot.com/feeds/1855259523066683978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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the dark alley,dragging my luggage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is the right path,i know it is.&lt;br /&gt;i whisk i map out of my pocket.turning on my torch,i look at the map.&lt;br /&gt;this is the right path,but why does it feel so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every moving shadow,a potential threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hasten my steps.&lt;br /&gt;after a what seems to be forever,i see dim lights coming from a distance.excitedly,knowingly,i walk even faster.&lt;br /&gt;as i approach the building,my heart heaves.&lt;br /&gt;this is it.this is where i should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i draw near to the gate,i spot a guard.&lt;br /&gt;he looks fairly nice.in the darkness,i walk up to him.&lt;br /&gt;he's sleeping.hesitant to wake him,i leave my documents on his table,and enter the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBC[to be continued]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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