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<rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><default:channel xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" rdf:about="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/"><title>Dolphin girl in paradise</title><link>http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><dc:language xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">en-UK</dc:language><admin:generatorAgent xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" rdf:resource="http://www.blog.co.uk"/><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">8</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><image><title>Dolphin girl in paradise</title><link>http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/a3/ab7b76d1f22fd4fbcd88312c394448_160x200.jpg</url></image><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/06/19/life_lesson~894880/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/02/26/new_dimension~595959/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/11/06/but_why~288223/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/11/06/it_s_me_and_it_s_the_end_i_am_flying_awa~286300/"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/10/31/the_end_of_summertime~274422/"/></rdf:Seq></items></default:channel><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/06/19/life_lesson~894880/"><default:title>Life lesson</default:title><default:link>http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/06/19/life_lesson~894880/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2006-06-19T20:03:11+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Well&lt;br&gt;
This is a disaster but I have to face it in my life&lt;br&gt;
I am suffering feeling and enjoying&lt;br&gt;
Will this summer be great?&lt;br&gt;
I have no idea&lt;br&gt;
I am shifting myself&lt;br&gt;
in a dangerous edge&lt;br&gt;
no matter what will happen&lt;br&gt;
I know I am stronger and stronger&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Anyway&lt;br&gt;
this is life&lt;br&gt;
its never gonna be better or worse~?
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/06/19/life_lesson~894880/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Well<br>
This is a disaster but I have to face it in my life<br>
I am suffering feeling and enjoying<br>
Will this summer be great?<br>
I have no idea<br>
I am shifting myself<br>
in a dangerous edge<br>
no matter what will happen<br>
I know I am stronger and stronger</p>
	<p>Anyway<br>
this is life<br>
its never gonna be better or worse~?
</p>
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also took my breath away&lt;br&gt;
I cried and cried&lt;br&gt;
not beacuse of a broken heart&lt;br&gt;
just in memory of the beautiful times we have spent with&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Friendship is more valuable at this moment&lt;br&gt;
Today I passed by the downs we spent summer together&lt;br&gt;
which made me cried&lt;br&gt;
such a beautiful and lovely place we have been to&lt;br&gt;
went 4 parties, kiting and laughters&lt;br&gt;
I cried just being touched by this beauty and great times&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I have absolutely no idea about my life now&lt;br&gt;
I want love but I am scared of love&lt;br&gt;
I am waiting but I am also looking and ask myself what for?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;contridictions and confusions&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;however, I still enjoy it&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;sense and sensibility, innocence&lt;br&gt;
happiness, ruination, despair&lt;br&gt;
disappointments, suffering, learning and growing&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life is never easy&lt;br&gt;
I am gonna make every second meaningful&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This is LIFE!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2006/02/26/new_dimension~595959/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Kinder left<br>
also took my breath away<br>
I cried and cried<br>
not beacuse of a broken heart<br>
just in memory of the beautiful times we have spent with</p>
	<p>Friendship is more valuable at this moment<br>
Today I passed by the downs we spent summer together<br>
which made me cried<br>
such a beautiful and lovely place we have been to<br>
went 4 parties, kiting and laughters<br>
I cried just being touched by this beauty and great times</p>
	<p>I have absolutely no idea about my life now<br>
I want love but I am scared of love<br>
I am waiting but I am also looking and ask myself what for?</p>
	<p>contridictions and confusions</p>
	<p>however, I still enjoy it</p>
	<p>sense and sensibility, innocence<br>
happiness, ruination, despair<br>
disappointments, suffering, learning and growing</p>
	<p>Life is never easy<br>
I am gonna make every second meaningful</p>
	<p>This is LIFE!!!</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Love is beautiful&lt;br&gt;
Fierce and strong&lt;br&gt;
An insatiable all-consuming fire&lt;br&gt;
A lion pacing on the red hot embers of desire&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love is a thirst that is never quenched&lt;br&gt;
A sacred flame that can’t be drenched&lt;br&gt;
By icy showers of sobriety&lt;br&gt;
Or a society strangled by notions of propriety&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So what kind of love is this?&lt;br&gt;
This love that dares not speak its name&lt;br&gt;
This love that hangs its head in shame&lt;br&gt;
It this so called love even worthy of its name?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;True love doesn’t lie&lt;br&gt;
It doesn’t hide&lt;br&gt;
And it will never be denied the right to sing its furious song&lt;br&gt;
In sad empty streets from dusk till dawn&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love laughs at fear&lt;br&gt;
And cries out its name for all to hear&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love is beautiful&lt;br&gt;
Fierce and loud&lt;br&gt;
But most of all&lt;br&gt;
Love is proud&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But why&lt;br&gt;
I can't feel it at all&lt;br&gt;
All I wanted is simply someone who can make me feel the way true love is like!&lt;br&gt;
Why struggle me to this stage?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/Poster_18722_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="?"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/11/06/but_why~288223/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL…</p>
	<p>Love is beautiful<br>
Fierce and strong<br>
An insatiable all-consuming fire<br>
A lion pacing on the red hot embers of desire</p>
	<p>Love is a thirst that is never quenched<br>
A sacred flame that can’t be drenched<br>
By icy showers of sobriety<br>
Or a society strangled by notions of propriety</p>
	<p>So what kind of love is this?<br>
This love that dares not speak its name<br>
This love that hangs its head in shame<br>
It this so called love even worthy of its name?</p>
	<p>True love doesn’t lie<br>
It doesn’t hide<br>
And it will never be denied the right to sing its furious song<br>
In sad empty streets from dusk till dawn</p>
	<p>Love laughs at fear<br>
And cries out its name for all to hear</p>
	<p>Love is beautiful<br>
Fierce and loud<br>
But most of all<br>
Love is proud</p>
	<p>But why<br>
I can't feel it at all<br>
All I wanted is simply someone who can make me feel the way true love is like!<br>
Why struggle me to this stage?<br>
<img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/Poster_18722_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="?">
</p>
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sexy, smart and bilingual&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;don't expect anything particularly&lt;br&gt;
just wanna have fun...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Love dolphin&lt;br&gt;
intelligent, curvy &amp; brave&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/Poster_8014_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="its me"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;have been almost 20 countries over the world, from the east to west&lt;br&gt;
love meeting lovely ppl ,talking to ppl and knowing about different lifestyles and cultures&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If you are cool,plz talk to me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/DSCF7017.JPG" title=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/DSCF7017_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's the end&lt;br&gt;
It's all over now!&lt;br&gt;
'You are too perfect...you are too good for me!'&lt;br&gt;
I don't want your fucking excuses!&lt;br&gt;
I know I am wonderful that I shouldn't have wasted my time on you&lt;br&gt;
I know its gonna be a little hurt but I know after today-&lt;br&gt;
everything is gonna be alright!&lt;br&gt;
Love itself is a wonderful thing&lt;br&gt;
but the power of it is just way too strong and I don't have the counter for that game-fucking stupid game!!!&lt;br&gt;
I need to concentrate, despline myself&lt;br&gt;
the past one month is just a lost&lt;br&gt;
it's a shame&lt;br&gt;
shame on myself&lt;br&gt;
What the hell am I doing now&lt;br&gt;
play or get played???&lt;br&gt;
is love just a game!!!???&lt;br&gt;
I wonder and I wonder and I'll never know&lt;br&gt;
which one is the right game to play&lt;br&gt;
who is the right person&lt;br&gt;
too perfect?&lt;br&gt;
bullshit&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Falling in love is just bulshit!&lt;br&gt;
'Falling for you in a big time!?'&lt;br&gt;
Just see how you treated me&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Should we treat relationship as a game?&lt;br&gt;
Should we have to follow the rules?&lt;br&gt;
I can feel the power of the rules and game&lt;br&gt;
but I just don't feel right!&lt;br&gt;
I don't feel right just follow my feeling either!&lt;br&gt;
So&lt;br&gt;
what should I do now?&lt;br&gt;
Fuck it&lt;br&gt;
All of you just fucking leave me alone!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/11/06/it_s_me_and_it_s_the_end_i_am_flying_awa~286300/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>It's me<br>
sexy, smart and bilingual</p>
	<p>don't expect anything particularly<br>
just wanna have fun...</p>
	<p>Love dolphin<br>
intelligent, curvy & brave<br>
<img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/Poster_8014_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="its me"></p>
	<p>have been almost 20 countries over the world, from the east to west<br>
love meeting lovely ppl ,talking to ppl and knowing about different lifestyles and cultures</p>
	<p>If you are cool,plz talk to me</p>
	<p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/DSCF7017.JPG" title=""><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/a/allisonlu/img/DSCF7017_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""></a></p>
	<p>It's the end<br>
It's all over now!<br>
'You are too perfect...you are too good for me!'<br>
I don't want your fucking excuses!<br>
I know I am wonderful that I shouldn't have wasted my time on you<br>
I know its gonna be a little hurt but I know after today-<br>
everything is gonna be alright!<br>
Love itself is a wonderful thing<br>
but the power of it is just way too strong and I don't have the counter for that game-fucking stupid game!!!<br>
I need to concentrate, despline myself<br>
the past one month is just a lost<br>
it's a shame<br>
shame on myself<br>
What the hell am I doing now<br>
play or get played???<br>
is love just a game!!!???<br>
I wonder and I wonder and I'll never know<br>
which one is the right game to play<br>
who is the right person<br>
too perfect?<br>
bullshit</p>
	<p>Falling in love is just bulshit!<br>
'Falling for you in a big time!?'<br>
Just see how you treated me</p>
	<p>Should we treat relationship as a game?<br>
Should we have to follow the rules?<br>
I can feel the power of the rules and game<br>
but I just don't feel right!<br>
I don't feel right just follow my feeling either!<br>
So<br>
what should I do now?<br>
Fuck it<br>
All of you just fucking leave me alone!!!!!!!!</p>
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Its the end of my fabulous summertime&lt;br&gt;
Beaches,parties,friends...&lt;br&gt;
Enjoying life just so much.&lt;br&gt;
The lovely autumn comes&lt;br&gt;
chilling and romantic&lt;br&gt;
babe its cold outside and I don't wonder why&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Its too much to say now&lt;br&gt;
feel so content at this moment of my life...&lt;br&gt;
I'll love this till the end&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://allisonlu.blog.co.uk/2005/10/31/the_end_of_summertime~274422/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Things go on in my life<br>
Its the end of my fabulous summertime<br>
Beaches,parties,friends...<br>
Enjoying life just so much.<br>
The lovely autumn comes<br>
chilling and romantic<br>
babe its cold outside and I don't wonder why</p>
	<p>Its too much to say now<br>
feel so content at this moment of my life...<br>
I'll love this till the end</p>
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