<?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-279251726637335108</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:53:15.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-5271411569736466008</id><published>2009-07-03T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:49:29.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Currently Serving The Nation -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more months till ORD (ORD LO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two Years.&lt;br /&gt;Day n Night.&lt;br /&gt;I walk and ran, I keep stressin’ my body, body.&lt;br /&gt;I look for company, but nothing that I gain.&lt;br /&gt;What I need to keep this mundane life I live, live.&lt;br /&gt;Now look at this.&lt;br /&gt;Fatigue the magnet keeps attracting me, me.&lt;br /&gt;I try to run, but see I’m not that fast.&lt;br /&gt;I think the first but surely finish last, last.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Day n Night.&lt;br /&gt;The lone soldier seems to rest his body at night&lt;br /&gt;He’s all alone through the day n night.&lt;br /&gt;The lone soldier seems to rest his body at night, at night.&lt;br /&gt;Day n Night.&lt;br /&gt;The lone soldier seems to unable to rest his body on some night, some night.&lt;br /&gt;He’s all alone, some things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Digging for his own bed through the night.&lt;br /&gt;The lone soldier seems to unable to rest his body on some night, ah ah on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held his breath.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldier carried on his solo military training.&lt;br /&gt;He’s on the move, can’t seem to shake the weight off his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Within his dreams he sees the changes in life he made.&lt;br /&gt;Made.&lt;br /&gt;The pain is deep.&lt;br /&gt;A silent sleeper, you won’t hear a peep, peep.&lt;br /&gt;The girl he wants seems to want him too.&lt;br /&gt;It seems the feelings that she had are real.&lt;br /&gt;Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Day n Night.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldiers seems to be awake even at night&lt;br /&gt;They 're all alone through in the the jungle day n night.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldiers seems to wander through places at night, ah ah at night.&lt;br /&gt;Day n nite.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldier seems to experience wonders of life.&lt;br /&gt;He’s no longer alone, some things will change.&lt;br /&gt;The band of soldiers seems to be fired up always, ah ah always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward.&lt;br /&gt;When the tempo quicks up and creates that bond, bond.&lt;br /&gt;They seems alive, though they are feeling all blue.&lt;br /&gt;The sun never stop shining man he’s super cool.&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;The rainy days and nights, they stick together to remain alive.&lt;br /&gt;They smoke a pack and then they’re on their way,&lt;br /&gt;To fight their way in search of…&lt;br /&gt;To push their limits in search of…&lt;br /&gt;To sacrifice their lives in search of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day n Night&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldier seems to have comrades by his side.&lt;br /&gt;They train those new lonely soldiers through the day n nite.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats their personal experience as lonely soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Day n Night.&lt;br /&gt;The lonely soldier seems to be waiting to free his life in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;He’s not alone, some things will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting his replacement to relieve of his appointment.&lt;br /&gt;But not yet the duty to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Currently Serving The Nation -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-5271411569736466008?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/5271411569736466008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=5271411569736466008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/5271411569736466008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/5271411569736466008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2009/07/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-7977870356616644704</id><published>2008-03-12T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:18:43.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if my emotion is more than yours, or less, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more weakly or strongly. Or yet if I act in some way other than your design for action, let me be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be your spouse, your employee, your child, your parent, or your friend. If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear to you as right -- for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in understanding me, you might come to prize my differences from you, and far from seeking to change them, you might preserve and even nurture those differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting rite... Got this from: http://www.geocities.com/mutmainaa/story/differences.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-7977870356616644704?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/7977870356616644704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=7977870356616644704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/7977870356616644704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/7977870356616644704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/03/differences.html' title='Differences'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-6180721557193703664</id><published>2008-03-03T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:31:22.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>-Pain-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;a physical suffering &lt;br /&gt;a physical distress&lt;br /&gt;that invokes uneasiness&lt;br /&gt;and discomfort to the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;a mental burden,&lt;br /&gt;a result of&lt;br /&gt;worries without solutions,&lt;br /&gt;stress without rest,&lt;br /&gt;pressure without cause,&lt;br /&gt;stretching individuals&lt;br /&gt;to their limits,&lt;br /&gt;not with a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;a heartache,&lt;br /&gt;the only wound&lt;br /&gt;that cant seem to heal,&lt;br /&gt;longing for the one that is lost,&lt;br /&gt;forgoing those that are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain,&lt;br /&gt;the one I'm having now,&lt;br /&gt;the mixture of all,&lt;br /&gt;the agony and torture,&lt;br /&gt;seems forever.&lt;br /&gt;A twisted,&lt;br /&gt;swollen ankle,&lt;br /&gt;inflicted after having a bruised leg,&lt;br /&gt;seems to be the worst punishment,&lt;br /&gt;for the sins that I've done,&lt;br /&gt;for the hatred that I've caused,&lt;br /&gt;for the err that I've made,&lt;br /&gt;oh god,&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do And Die.. Never Ask Why..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-6180721557193703664?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/6180721557193703664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=6180721557193703664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/6180721557193703664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/6180721557193703664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/03/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-2323074159797181282</id><published>2008-02-28T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:53:58.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Used To</title><content type='html'>Artist: Chris Daughtry lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Album: Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2006&lt;br /&gt;Title: Used To&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You used to talk to me like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around&lt;br /&gt;You used to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;The only other choice was falling down&lt;br /&gt;You used to walk with me like&lt;br /&gt;We had no where we needed to go&lt;br /&gt;Nice and slow&lt;br /&gt;To no place in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;The nights were clear for the first time that I'd see&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control&lt;br /&gt;We never thought we used to know&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you&lt;br /&gt;And at least there's me&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to reach for you&lt;br /&gt;I got lost along the way&lt;br /&gt;I used to listen&lt;br /&gt;You always had the just right thing to say&lt;br /&gt;I used to follow you&lt;br /&gt;Never really cared where we would go&lt;br /&gt;Fast or slow&lt;br /&gt;To anywhere at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;The nights were clear for the first time that I'd see&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control&lt;br /&gt;We never thought we used to know&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you&lt;br /&gt;And at least there's me&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be there&lt;br /&gt;Cause I miss the things that we shared&lt;br /&gt;Look around you&lt;br /&gt;It's empty and you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss the love that we had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk to me like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one around&lt;br /&gt;The only one around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this figured out&lt;br /&gt;We used to breathe without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;The nights were clear for the first time that I'd see&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this under control&lt;br /&gt;We never thought we used to know&lt;br /&gt;At least there's you&lt;br /&gt;And at least there's me&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;Can we get this back?&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be yeah&lt;br /&gt;To how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------||||||||||||----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my road revision today,&lt;br /&gt;Had a tragic fall today,&lt;br /&gt;Passed my lesson 8 today,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to take my bag today,&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi today,&lt;br /&gt;Came late for work today,&lt;br /&gt;Ate a 'flooded' chicken rice today,&lt;br /&gt;No mood for work today,&lt;br /&gt;Booking my TP test today,&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into an auntie today,&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me today!&lt;br /&gt;~clueless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-2323074159797181282?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/2323074159797181282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=2323074159797181282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/2323074159797181282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/2323074159797181282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/02/used-to.html' title='Used To'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-8698799844336743419</id><published>2008-02-27T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T01:36:41.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Not To Love But Not To Hate</title><content type='html'>"Fool Me Once Shame On You, &lt;br /&gt; Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be the person you are not but it is worth everything in the world to be that person for your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;You fail and disappointment will overwhelm their hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Guilt will thicken in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Regret will be forever in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand the feelings of others,&lt;br /&gt;is a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;yet to be resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wears a mask in front of others,&lt;br /&gt;the mask as,&lt;br /&gt;an adaptation of interaction,&lt;br /&gt;a presentation of oneself,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of lovers,&lt;br /&gt;the smile of friendship,&lt;br /&gt;the frowns of hatred,&lt;br /&gt;a facade,&lt;br /&gt;nay, a pleasant front,&lt;br /&gt;a deceit,&lt;br /&gt;nay, the truth,&lt;br /&gt;a lie,&lt;br /&gt;nay, the order of life,&lt;br /&gt;You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone sees the same person every day, &lt;br /&gt;as had happened with him at the seminary, &lt;br /&gt;they wind up becoming a part of that person's life. &lt;br /&gt;And then they want the person to change. &lt;br /&gt;If someone isn't what others want them to be,&lt;br /&gt;the others become angry. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, &lt;br /&gt;but none about his or her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you did was beneath me.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-8698799844336743419?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/8698799844336743419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=8698799844336743419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/8698799844336743419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/8698799844336743419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning-not-to-love-but-not-to-hate.html' title='Learning Not To Love But Not To Hate'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-6228538897194126158</id><published>2008-02-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:29:28.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments at the Day-Dreaming World</title><content type='html'>Hello!! Currently, I am slacking and yet earning at the same time.. Which is totally unfair to some. well, this morning, I wandered to the day-dreaming world while waiting for my bus to work. Quite shocking in the sense that memories of my past were flashed in front of me. Haiz. Missed some of them alot. There're alot of worries on my mind at the moment.. unnecessary ones.. Those that suck the very soul inside me.. A burden.. A mental burden.. Regrets, regrets and regrets. That should NOT be the way of life.. Decisions have to be made for the benefit of yourself, others, the society and maybe the world. but there are some that will require a matured perspective in order to realise the fact that the very decision made by myself will consume my time, efforts, heart, tears, blood, emotions and my function as a human being in my daily life. Will you leave your loved ones in order to see them truly happy in life? To chase their dreams and ambitions without your presence. Years of friendship does not count for anything once hatred seeps within the followers of Hatred and Revenge. Months of acquaintanceship does not count for you anything once you have known the true personality of the person. Hours spent together does not count for anything if those you are with dread every hour that passed whenever with you. Moments of joy are forsaken and forgotten once seconds of disagreement set in. Be Strong. Be who you are. And most importantly, accept those around you without expecting them to accept you. Learning points of the adventure in the Day-Dreaming World..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-6228538897194126158?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/6228538897194126158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=6228538897194126158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/6228538897194126158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/6228538897194126158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/05/moments-at-day-dreaming-world.html' title='Moments at the Day-Dreaming World'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279251726637335108.post-3273454276150571176</id><published>2008-01-30T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:32:16.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaUghter</title><content type='html'>Omg... The laughing gas struck me again... at the weirdest and untimely moment of my day...IN THE LIFT... with my colleagues, Su, Lina and Ben as well as other perm staffs after lunch.. Kinda cant resist from laughing.. Luckily, I didn't laugh alone.. That will make me look as if I just came back from IMH.. Oh my Niff!!! What an imbecile I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/279251726637335108-3273454276150571176?l=boyniki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/feeds/3273454276150571176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=279251726637335108&amp;postID=3273454276150571176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/3273454276150571176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/279251726637335108/posts/default/3273454276150571176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boyniki.blogspot.com/2008/01/laughter.html' title='LaUghter'/><author><name>Boyniki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07424620710021468160</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>
