<?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-4781653220060005399</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:48:02.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysterious-llovve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781653220060005399/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysterious-llovve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14595128924641188160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781653220060005399.post-4079179904604869899</id><published>2008-08-31T22:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:10:41.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinchan</title><content type='html'>Shinchan stared at his newborn sister, Nohara Hiwamari with his big, shiny eyes.  Hiwa-chan stared back at him. &lt;br /&gt;“ Shinchan, help me feed Hiwa-chan, please,” Misae shouted from the kitchen.  Hiroshi flipped through his newspaper.  &lt;br /&gt;“Look, there was a hurricane in Osaka yesterday!” Hiroshi exclaimed as he slowly read through the rest of the article. &lt;br /&gt;“We are in Tokyo,” Misae reminded him.&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I know! I am just interested to know about this!” &lt;br /&gt;Shinchan took Hiwa-chan’s milk bottle and Hiwa-chan slowly sucks the milk out.  After she finished her milk, Shinchan let her out of her crib.  She crawled around and Shinchan stared at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s five o’clock already!” He exclaimed.  He grabbed the remote control from the dining table and switched on the television.  He never fails to watch his favorite cartoon, Action Kamen everyday.  Halfway through the program, Misae shouted from the kitchen again.&lt;br /&gt;“Shinchan, will you help me buy some groceries?” &lt;br /&gt;“I am very busy right now!” Shinchan replied unwillingly. &lt;br /&gt;“If you help me, I will certainly reward you with Chocolate Biscuit!”&lt;br /&gt;Shinchan was irritated by Misae’s request, but he wanted the biscuit.  Misae did not really mean to give him his favorite tidbits, but she needed Shinchan’s help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he got the money from Misae, he darted out of the house.  Misae whispered to herself, “Kids.  After he returned home, he will forget everything about the Chocolate Biscuit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re home!” Shinchan said as he walked to the kitchen to pass Misae the groceries. &lt;br /&gt;“Shinchan, it not ‘You are home’, it’s ‘I am home!’” Misae corrected him. &lt;br /&gt;“Where is my chocolate biscuit?” Shinchan asked.  Misae hesitated before she could answer him.&lt;br /&gt;“Erm…I will give you your chocolate biscuit after dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinchan blew up his cheeks in anger and screamed, “You liar! You make me miss Action Kamen! You promised me that you will reward me with chocolate biscuit!”&lt;br /&gt;“I did promise you, but I did not say it must be given to you right after you come home! Moreover, you are the one who promised to help me buy the groceries!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shinchan knew that his mother will not give him his reward as he had been cheated several times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781653220060005399-4079179904604869899?l=mysterious-llovve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysterious-llovve.blogspot.com/feeds/4079179904604869899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4781653220060005399&amp;postID=4079179904604869899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781653220060005399/posts/default/4079179904604869899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4781653220060005399/posts/default/4079179904604869899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysterious-llovve.blogspot.com/2008/08/shinchan.html' title='Shinchan'/><author><name>Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14595128924641188160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
