<?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-1032403588949702596</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:18:21.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHORT STORIES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gialish-shortstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032403588949702596/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gialish-shortstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjMq1LE_Zhg/TJY6B3Y4qUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FD3GaUBdkR0/S220/gi.jpg'/></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-1032403588949702596.post-7973828571020615990</id><published>2009-02-22T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:27:57.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ON GOING CHAPTERED STORIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o283/yagz_allana07/bannerofficial-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TITLE:&lt;/span&gt; IN MY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;READ HERE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/b4fnhz"&gt;CLICK TO READ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to be the most beautiful girl in your eyes” I told him that while holding his head lightly, as I brush his hair softly with my hands. I felt his breathing, it grew slower, and I felt his heartbeat, it grew even slower. I held his hands tightly and firmly, I cried as he wipes the tears that flow on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you still remember?” he asked me in such a low tone, I could barely hear him. He tried to speak once more but no words came out his mouth. He looks at me, he smiled as tears fell from his eyes. Then it hits me, he couldn’t see me, he was blind. What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That painting” He spoke once more, pointing at no where. Yet I know what he was talking about. Instantly, pictures flew inside my mind, I reminisce. Everything became clear again. It hurts even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remembered a few months before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/b4fnhz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o283/yagz_allana07/banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TITLE:&lt;/span&gt; MY ROBOTIC BOYFRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;READ HERE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/5jhl7p"&gt;CLICK TO READ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SYNOPSIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe Lee is a 16year old high school student, the heiress of the biggest electronic company of the world. She lives in her own mansion with high-tech gadgets and appliances, through she live alone with only 2 assistants, Ezri and Cassandra, and her robot dad. Small but terrible is her middle name, a cute genius.  Described as the perfect, little rich girl. She was a dropout in elementary, not because she is a dummy but because she believes she is too smart for school. Her robotic father, Liam is the one that convinced her to study again. She took an entrance exam for senior year in high school, and as expected she passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody dared to talk to her, she never liked a single guy in school either; no one was good enough for her. Till one day she decided to create her own robot boyfriend, she created several different models but all of them fail, but what she doesn’t know is a stalker is watching her.  This stalker helped her to bring her robots to life.  But on the bad side, he also pretends to be robot. The next morning, five robots await her, as she wakes up she forgot how many she made. Still she decided that these robots will all be her boyfriends for now on, but what if she realizes that one of them is a real life human being? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But the question is which one is actually a living thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THEME SONG:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkRiLbw8fdk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/JkRiLbw8fdk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JkRiLbw8fdk&amp;fmt=18"&gt;LISTEN HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1032403588949702596-7973828571020615990?l=gialish-shortstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gialish-shortstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7973828571020615990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1032403588949702596&amp;postID=7973828571020615990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032403588949702596/posts/default/7973828571020615990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1032403588949702596/posts/default/7973828571020615990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gialish-shortstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-going-chaptered-stories.html' title=''/><author><name>Gia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjMq1LE_Zhg/TJY6B3Y4qUI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FD3GaUBdkR0/S220/gi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
