<?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-1468327845604435525</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:30:47.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</title><subtitle type='html'>PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO LIKE ON FACEBOOK BE FREE TO COMMENT :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-4212050343109303240</id><published>2011-08-27T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:07:56.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another morning after the day Mihai walked with Jury He got an half day off from his job. And Sofiah had sent him an sms as an acceptable of his offer to have coffee at Green Cafe. So Mihai went to take his half work shift that morning. Before he left the apartment, he saw Radu&amp;#39;s bed room left open. It had been a long time since a holiday they were both had not talked. Mihai thought to enter the room and chat with him. When he entered, he found Radu laid on bed with his blue jeans and a shirt which seemed like he didn&amp;#39;t got time to change since the night he got home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/08/part-9.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-4212050343109303240?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/4212050343109303240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/4212050343109303240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/08/part-9.html' title='PART 9'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-3664024351292034663</id><published>2011-06-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:20:05.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Summer has passed ended with the first semester exams. After the examination gets over, every student went for a vacation.  As a single daughter, Catrinel had to go home to Romania to spend her vacation with her family. Sofiah, Jury, Mihai, and Radu spent their vacaton at Oxford. And it was very rare for them to meet up somewhere. Even Sofiah and Jury, they didn&amp;#39;t meet each other very often as Jury&amp;#39;s parents came to visit her at Oxford so she had to leave the hostel and stayed at hotel with her parents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-8.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-3664024351292034663?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/3664024351292034663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/3664024351292034663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/06/part-8.html' title='PART 8'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-6157874413432343360</id><published>2011-05-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:26:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Football match had been started since 9 pm. The girls were spending their time talking and eating at kitchen&amp;#39;s bar next to the living room where the boys were serious sitting and watching the match there. Jury who was planing to get close with a British boy who was looking like Jude Law had changed her sympathy since she know that he wasn&amp;#39;t single.  When it was a short break of the match which is called &amp;#39;half time&amp;#39;, the boys gathered with the girls at the bar talking, joking and bothering. And when the break time gets over they went back again to continue watching the match.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-7.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-6157874413432343360?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/6157874413432343360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/6157874413432343360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-7.html' title='PART 7'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-5312838103298363398</id><published>2011-05-13T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:57:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me now... tell me the story??&amp;quot; asked Catrinel to Jury after they entered Jury&amp;#39;s room.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Please, close the door Sofiah!&amp;quot; asked Preity to Sofiah the last person who entered the room.&lt;br&gt;Jury, Preity, Catrinel and Sofiah were gathering on Jury&amp;#39;s bed. Jury was sitting in the middle between Preity and Catrinel. And Sofiah stands in front of them. Jury couldn&amp;#39;t stop crying and wiping her tears. Everybody were waiting her to talk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-6.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-5312838103298363398?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/5312838103298363398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/5312838103298363398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-6.html' title='PART 6'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-8614533028458590291</id><published>2011-05-06T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:42:33.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Saturday morning was the last day in a week. In UK, people are waiting for a weekend to rest and have fun from their serious days. At that day, in a hostel the girls were charming. They couldn&amp;#39;t wait to do things after their class done. But there was an exception, something seemed to be not well with Jury in her bedroom.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Juryy!! Thank you so much!&amp;quot;  said Preity didn&amp;#39;t finish her talk to Jury who was holding her phone like she was waiting an urgent call. Preity went to Jury&amp;#39;s bedroom to return Jury&amp;#39;s shawl. But when she founded Jury&amp;#39;s condition wasn&amp;#39;t well, she went to her immediately.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No, nothing.&amp;quot;answered Jury with a sad expression and a tremble voice. She was siting on her bed . Her face was blue and her hair covered half of her white soft skin&amp;#39;s face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-5.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-8614533028458590291?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/8614533028458590291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/8614533028458590291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-5.html' title='PART 5'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-8603023570930392971</id><published>2011-04-29T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:48:27.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;After few weeks passed, everyone started to be busy focused on their studies. Especially Mihai, he spent his time so strictly to seek a job and studying. Sometime he got absent from the class. And also, sometime he didn&amp;#39;t go home for a temporary days job. His eyes were hazy like he didn&amp;#39;t had enough sleep. Sometime Catrinel complain about his messed time but nothing could change his mind when he really into something.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dumnezeule!,,&amp;quot; sighed Catrinel. &amp;quot; We didn&amp;#39;t ask you to pay the house rent. Why you have to force your self to be in this way??&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-4.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-8603023570930392971?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/8603023570930392971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/8603023570930392971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-4.html' title='PART 4'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-4045059512514734656</id><published>2011-04-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:03:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ahhhh,,, so I am the only one who is wearing scarf here!!&amp;quot; said Sofiah emberaced at the club.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ha ha ha ha..&amp;quot; Laughed Radu. &amp;quot;Chill out girl! no one care about what you are wearing here.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeap, no one care about what you are wearing since you wont blow up this club ..&amp;quot; said Catrinel and walking through the bar followed by the laugh of everyone and then some of them ordered drinks.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ha ha ha ha, don&amp;#39;t worry about that. I&amp;#39;ll just blow my self only when you ask me to pay the bill.&amp;quot; Joked  Sofiah.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Three chicky cocktails please!&amp;quot; ordered Radu for the girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-3.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-4045059512514734656?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/4045059512514734656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/4045059512514734656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-3.html' title='PART 3'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-7976077072081462080</id><published>2011-04-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:46:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&amp;quot;RADU!!&amp;quot;shout a boy Mihai Alexandru, the first person who asked the professor at math class. &amp;quot; unde mergi? trebuie sa mergem sa inchiriem masina,ai uitat? &amp;quot; seems that he spoke foreign language which Radu also understands it.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;da...da...acuma! &amp;quot; Radu answered. He still stared at Sofiah. And he says &amp;quot;Great, thanks. I have things to do out of the campus, and I really have to go.&amp;quot; He ran immediately through Mihai. and made Sofiah speechless because he left so early.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot; Thanks!&amp;quot; he said it and waved to her with her note book.&lt;br&gt;The boys went with a blonde girl. And after Sofiah looked at them, then she went to take another class subject.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-2.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-7976077072081462080?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/7976077072081462080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/7976077072081462080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-2.html' title='PART 2'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468327845604435525.post-440678165692200030</id><published>2011-04-11T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:52:14.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;  England is one of the beautiful country in Europe. People go there for travelling, working, living, study and many other things. Everybody dream to visit that country as well, especially its one of the the oldest country which has famous universities in the world. The University of Oxford is the best university right there. They have a lot of selected local students and selected students from every part of the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;  There is a story about Arabian student who got a scholarship to study at The University of Oxford. The 1st year has begun, and she was so enthusiasm to meet new students at campus. There are plenty students at the huge campus yard with uncountable class rooms away from another.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-1.html#more"&gt;Read more »&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468327845604435525-440678165692200030?l=lover2night.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/440678165692200030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468327845604435525/posts/default/440678165692200030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lover2night.blogspot.com/2011/04/part-1.html' title='PART 1'/><author><name>Lovers Night, Strangers Day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12929665084948942034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AOBtNOZnzPs/TdFGgwYVx3I/AAAAAAAAACI/lP9l4cmKS-M/s220/fb.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
