<?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-9003228453754260302</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:37:06.081+08:00</updated><category term='emptiness'/><category term='botoi doggerel'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='solitary'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Henry David Thoreau'/><category term='God'/><category term='death'/><category term='quote'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='from the heart'/><category term='botoi sentiments'/><category term='love'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>iNdiAn bOtOi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-1000177307913375082</id><published>2008-11-16T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:17:43.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73BAXOKofEg/SSAPWKAeAAI/AAAAAAAAADo/cN8-q8KYu8o/s1600-h/love+is+in+the+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269228437341339650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73BAXOKofEg/SSAPWKAeAAI/AAAAAAAAADo/cN8-q8KYu8o/s400/love+is+in+the+air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you will tend to see everything is perfect in him/her even though in fact you know that he/she isn't perfect at all.Well, sad to say, but no one is perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love without understanding and trust will only turn into broken love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like saying "I Love You" without knowing the meaning, is not LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you know a person well, and accept the fact of who he/she is, feels comfortable around one another, enjoy each other companion, in the mode of smiling most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love need not to be said out, but to be felt by one's action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is whenever you read something about love, the only person you think of is only him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you wake up in the morning, the person's face just appear out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-1000177307913375082?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1000177307913375082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=1000177307913375082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1000177307913375082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1000177307913375082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73BAXOKofEg/SSAPWKAeAAI/AAAAAAAAADo/cN8-q8KYu8o/s72-c/love+is+in+the+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-8014834895253251404</id><published>2008-11-07T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:29:21.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>"Death is the cessation of physical life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-8014834895253251404?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8014834895253251404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=8014834895253251404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8014834895253251404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8014834895253251404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-7621657760863413511</id><published>2008-11-07T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:10:55.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michelle Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is never really lost... it is just misplaced or grown cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7621657760863413511?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7621657760863413511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7621657760863413511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7621657760863413511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7621657760863413511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-5354150313551284330</id><published>2008-10-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:49:13.654+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Ambrose Bierce on VOTE</title><content type='html'>Vote: the instrument and symbol of a freeman's power to make a fool of himself and a wreck of his country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-5354150313551284330?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5354150313551284330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=5354150313551284330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5354150313551284330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5354150313551284330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/ambrose-bierce-on-vote.html' title='Ambrose Bierce on VOTE'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-1355632596877097707</id><published>2008-10-05T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:12:03.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau</title><content type='html'>Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That government is best which governs the least, because its people discipline themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-1355632596877097707?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1355632596877097707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=1355632596877097707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1355632596877097707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1355632596877097707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau_6474.html' title='Henry David Thoreau'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-8093686103565041954</id><published>2008-10-05T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:34:26.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Friends</title><content type='html'>The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-8093686103565041954?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8093686103565041954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=8093686103565041954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8093686103565041954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8093686103565041954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau-on-friends.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Friends'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-5168580130245097507</id><published>2008-10-05T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:34:47.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-5168580130245097507?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5168580130245097507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=5168580130245097507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5168580130245097507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5168580130245097507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau_05.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Enthusiasm'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-2496659966550897530</id><published>2008-10-05T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:10:24.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Life</title><content type='html'>This life is not for complaint, but for satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That man is richest whose pleasures are cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth is the ability to fully experience life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the luxuries, and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-2496659966550897530?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2496659966550897530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=2496659966550897530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2496659966550897530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2496659966550897530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau-on-life.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Life'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-2870721892053578051</id><published>2008-10-05T20:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:56:52.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Seeing and Words</title><content type='html'>The question is not what you look at, but what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye is the jewel of the body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-2870721892053578051?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2870721892053578051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=2870721892053578051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2870721892053578051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2870721892053578051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Seeing and Words'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-7092952732077299586</id><published>2008-10-05T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:11:02.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Dreams and Imaginations</title><content type='html'>Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is but a canvas to our imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he had imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7092952732077299586?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7092952732077299586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7092952732077299586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7092952732077299586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7092952732077299586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/henry-david-thoreau-on-dreams.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Dreams and Imaginations'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-4844203048444292552</id><published>2008-10-05T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:27:09.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry David Thoreau'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau on Regrets</title><content type='html'>Make the most of your regrets;&lt;br /&gt;never smother your sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but tend and cherish it&lt;br /&gt;till it comes to have a separate and integral interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To regret deeply is to live afresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-4844203048444292552?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4844203048444292552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=4844203048444292552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4844203048444292552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4844203048444292552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/10/regrets.html' title='Henry David Thoreau on Regrets'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-6717483543289792716</id><published>2008-09-04T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:11:00.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Albert Camus on Achievement</title><content type='html'>An achievement is bondage.&lt;br /&gt;It obliges one to a higher achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-6717483543289792716?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6717483543289792716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=6717483543289792716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6717483543289792716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6717483543289792716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/09/achievement.html' title='Albert Camus on Achievement'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-6052317802000334569</id><published>2008-07-16T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:44:20.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Nat King Cole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words by john turner and geoffrey parsons and music by charlie chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile even though it’s breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you just smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That’s the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smile, what’s the use of crying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’ll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you just smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AbDOgDxn4A/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AbDOgDxn4A/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/elculiador/music/_DuBtlsi/nat_king_cole_smile/"&gt;Smile-NatKingCole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-6052317802000334569?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6052317802000334569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=6052317802000334569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6052317802000334569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6052317802000334569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-1820199779222088884</id><published>2008-07-10T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:13:43.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>This Train Don't Stop There Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may not believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I don't believe in miracles anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when I think about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't believe I ever did for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ll the things I've said in songs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the purple prose you bought from me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reality's just black and white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sentimental things I'd write &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never meant that much to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be the main express &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All steam and whistles heading west &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picking up my pain from door to door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Riding on the storyline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Furnace burning overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this train don't stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This train don't stop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This train don't stop there anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't need to hear it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'm dried up and sick to death of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you need to know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never really understood that stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the stars and bleeding hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the tears that welled up in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never meant a thing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read 'em as they say and weep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've never felt enough to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I said that I don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really means my engine's breaking down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chisel chips my heart again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The granite cracks beneath my skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I crumble into pieces on the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-1820199779222088884?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1820199779222088884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=1820199779222088884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1820199779222088884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1820199779222088884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-train-dont-stop-there-anymore.html' title='This Train Don&apos;t Stop There Anymore'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-7449088914144601441</id><published>2008-07-10T00:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:40:31.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>The show must end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by bOtOi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did we stop talking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When did we stop caring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't seem to find the [play] button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we have to avoid each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we have to continue hurting each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't seem to find the [stop] button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I miss are those days of conversation...&lt;br /&gt;What I miss are those times of sharing...&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find the [rewind] button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who chose to leave the other person out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who chose to speak out and got tired of trying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have found the [eject] button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just [pause] for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just remember the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just cherish the moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.....no standing ovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.....no oscar nomination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.....no red carpet or hall of fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before the ending grieves us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I push the button &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before it's shattered into pieces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2008 Julie Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7449088914144601441?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7449088914144601441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7449088914144601441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7449088914144601441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7449088914144601441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/show-must-end.html' title='The show must end...'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-168542745321681358</id><published>2008-07-06T06:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:49:39.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>两个人的寂寞 (Liang Ge Ren De Ji Mo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loneliness of Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elva Hsiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;曲：黄晟峰 词：梁锦兴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;车窗外的雨下着 我在红灯前停着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下一刻 踩下油门我想该跨过了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会难过是肯定的 失去爱情的痛彻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我懂得 是因为认真才如此难割舍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你给过的好我会一直记得(一直都记得)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑过哭过我都曾经很快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你走后孤单不算什么 两个人我们曾更寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情在时间里遗失了 我不想再僵持着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;告别了两个人的寂寞 天空很灰却比较辽阔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不必再拥抱时感觉忐忑&lt;br /&gt;失去后比拥有踏实了(失去后更踏实了)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉自由了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该忘的 我忘了 回忆是好的该记得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得 爱过就算值得&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天是自己的 我会更快乐&lt;br /&gt;得到的 失去了 扯平了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-168542745321681358?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/168542745321681358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-7882733377618877501</id><published>2008-07-05T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:56:08.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>It's Just Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lea Salonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;C. Weil/J. Gruska &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sweetest songs fade to echoes in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best of times must end, so a new day can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the dreams we dream that seem so real at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Must meet the morning light and vanish from our sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time was never our friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked the road together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we came to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7882733377618877501?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7882733377618877501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7882733377618877501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7882733377618877501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7882733377618877501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Just Goodbye'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-4692731554719391002</id><published>2008-07-04T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:40:10.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emptiness'/><title type='text'>A recursive definition of emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Author: Chirag Mehta, 17 Nov. 2003.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when no song tells your story.&lt;br /&gt;when there is no story to tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;when there is no one to hear.&lt;br /&gt;when being heard makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;when different is still the same everyday.&lt;br /&gt;when everyday is a continuous sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;when the sleepless transcend into day dreams.&lt;br /&gt;when day dreams become distant melodies.&lt;br /&gt;when melodies become discrete solitary tones.&lt;br /&gt;when solitude is abhorred yet welcome.&lt;br /&gt;when welcome is but a word on doormats.&lt;br /&gt;when doormats neglect their greeting.&lt;br /&gt;when greetings are but songs on holiday nights.&lt;br /&gt;when no song tells your story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This text is copyrighted to Chirag Mehta, 2003. &lt;a href="http://chir.ag/about"&gt;http://chir.ag/about&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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emptiness'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-1867808582061390255</id><published>2008-06-28T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:07:08.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;by night owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am so upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i allow myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to lower down the protective wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;am so upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i allow myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to be stabbed so much deeper than i have expected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which is more hurtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that you hurt me or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that i allow myself to get hurt by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which is more stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that i still miss you or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that i allow myself to miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;strange o strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stranger in a strange land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;living as a strange mansurviving a strange life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-1867808582061390255?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1867808582061390255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=1867808582061390255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1867808582061390255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1867808582061390255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-4138965593856238769</id><published>2008-06-25T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:27:08.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Solitude and Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Juge Sopczak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to offer is solitude and silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No accomplishments to speak of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;having never finished anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worth finishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;except bad relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and good friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I now regret not keeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those I feel closest to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are the farthest away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while I keep myself distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from those who are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If all you seek is solitude and silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this I can promise you without breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only ask, in return, to be allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my silence and solitude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Silence'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-4173588565643157888</id><published>2008-06-25T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:06:06.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>In Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Sylvia Chidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In solitude I remain&lt;br /&gt;With absolutely nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in time I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;You see! Solitude is not my favourite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solitary place&lt;br /&gt;Is not where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Read my lips and trace the lines on my face&lt;br /&gt;You see! Solitude is not my favourite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But social isolation&lt;br /&gt;Combined with social manipulation&lt;br /&gt;Places me once again in solitude&lt;br /&gt;You see! Solitude is not my preferred attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t a journey of spiritual enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;As some people might say to my resentment&lt;br /&gt;But in great loneliness of this magnitude&lt;br /&gt;I must find some self awareness in solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find strength and pretend&lt;br /&gt;That everyone around me is my friend&lt;br /&gt;To put this state of scale of elevation to an end&lt;br /&gt;I must pretend, I must pretend&lt;br /&gt;That even Solitude is my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-4173588565643157888?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4173588565643157888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=4173588565643157888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4173588565643157888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4173588565643157888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-solitude-by-sylvia-chidi.html' title='In Solitude'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-8982469658248670555</id><published>2008-06-18T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:07:06.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>冲动 (Chong Dong) Impulsive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elva Hsiao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;曲：黎沸挥 词：葛大为/黎沸挥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很感激 这城市拥挤的交通&lt;br /&gt;让你我 还能多相处几分钟&lt;br /&gt;人潮中 怕失散所以轻轻拉你的手&lt;br /&gt;一刻不放松 不放松&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要爱你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定你属于我 会有点寂寞&lt;br /&gt;你给的幸福 在我心中自由走动&lt;br /&gt;抚平我 每一个伤口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要吻你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;不确定我的执着 能让你感动&lt;br /&gt;我只能相信 自己感受不怕失落&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切 我想要比谁都懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心 是被你设定的闹钟&lt;br /&gt;提醒我 想你的时间不够用&lt;br /&gt;为什么 平淡的事情现在忽然生动&lt;br /&gt;是你改变我 你改变我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是情人 还是朋友&lt;br /&gt;还没勇气 想得太多&lt;br /&gt;你的世界 如此辽阔&lt;br /&gt;我会在哪个角落&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-8982469658248670555?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8982469658248670555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=8982469658248670555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8982469658248670555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/8982469658248670555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/chong-dong-impulsive.html' title='冲动 (Chong Dong) Impulsive'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-4854406039490635583</id><published>2008-06-17T02:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:40:37.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emptiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Staring into Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by boToi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you have everything&lt;br /&gt;you have a career&lt;br /&gt;you work hard everyday&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have friends&lt;br /&gt;you have family&lt;br /&gt;you have love&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a car&lt;br /&gt;you have a handphone&lt;br /&gt;you have a room/house&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have pets&lt;br /&gt;you have hobbies&lt;br /&gt;you have holidays&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have freedom&lt;br /&gt;you have independence&lt;br /&gt;you have a blog&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you are smart&lt;br /&gt;you think you have a heart&lt;br /&gt;you think music heals your soul&lt;br /&gt;and yet you feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel empty because there is something missing&lt;br /&gt;you feel empty because you don't have time for yourself&lt;br /&gt;you feel empty because you don't have time for your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;you feel empty because you have forsaken HIM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2008 Julie Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-4854406039490635583?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4854406039490635583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=4854406039490635583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4854406039490635583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4854406039490635583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/06/staring-into-emptiness.html' title='Staring into Emptiness'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-7024543051880957219</id><published>2008-06-05T23:08:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T04:38:53.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi sentiments'/><title type='text'>conFUSEd or burned FUSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by boToi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we seeing and not just looking?&lt;br /&gt;When are we living and not just breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we talking and not just speaking?&lt;br /&gt;When are we friends and not just acquaintances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it a job and not just work?&lt;br /&gt;When is it "I'll do my best" and not just "I'll try my best"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it wrong and not just a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;When is it cruel and not just frankness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it vanity and not just pride?&lt;br /&gt;When is it talent and not just luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it deceiving and not just misleading?&lt;br /&gt;When do we grasp and not just understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it a "dream come true" and not just achievement?&lt;br /&gt;When is it a journey and not just a destination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it madness and not just crazy?&lt;br /&gt;When is it depression and not just sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it love and not just affection?&lt;br /&gt;When is it loneliness and not just solitude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it a burden and not just responsibilty?&lt;br /&gt;When is it a sacrifice and not just giving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it "how are you?" and not just hello?&lt;br /&gt;When is it bygone and not just goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it stupid and not just naive?&lt;br /&gt;When is it courage and not just strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it obsession and not just desire?&lt;br /&gt;When is it gluttony and not just indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is it coffee and not just Starbucks?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copyright 2008 Julie Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7024543051880957219?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7024543051880957219/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-9088700855680175023</id><published>2008-05-09T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:04:57.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Gloria Gaither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never loose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-9088700855680175023?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/9088700855680175023/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-4792712830256218149</id><published>2008-05-09T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:39:02.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Carl Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-4792712830256218149?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4792712830256218149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=4792712830256218149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4792712830256218149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/4792712830256218149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/balance.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-6342654808081733450</id><published>2008-05-09T01:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:36:14.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi sentiments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by bOtOi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn’t have said the things I did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were hurt by those words&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been hurt enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I thought, you should know…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s our ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s frustration&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s plain misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, our conversations were silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven’t shared enough with you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I needed time to trust you completely&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just needed your company sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just needed your silence at times…&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, you just didn’t understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our perception of friends is different&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we belong to different groups of friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have expected too much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you couldn’t give just that much I asked for&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, our friendship isn’t significant enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just tired of giving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you are just unaware of it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have tried&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn’t aware of it too&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, we both need a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our hectic world conquered us&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we forgot to set our boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were too absorbed in this carousel&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our length of acquaintance was not enough&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, our friendship blossomed too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think you know me well&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don’t even know me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I assumed too much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have my part to blame&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, we both ought to learn and appreciate our beautiful friendship…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imported from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hydrogenz.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://hydrogenz.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-6342654808081733450?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6342654808081733450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=6342654808081733450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6342654808081733450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6342654808081733450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-5533830137014065559</id><published>2008-05-09T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:20:16.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>d’ silly me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;night owl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, we are just friend …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, we are actually more than friend … and you told me so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, you treated me like a toy, when you have the time, you play with me, when you have none, not even a sms to say hi …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, career is more important, you should focus more on that …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, is ok, we may not have a future …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, i miss your presence …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, i am glad that you have chosen to walk away because i just couldn’t do it …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, i wish you wouldn’t have done that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, you are such a selfish person …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, i shouldn’t blame you, i would have done it if i were in your shoes …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, i wish you would have the courage to face it because of me …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, i was the one who asked you not to …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me says, i deserve someone better than you …&lt;br /&gt;the other part of me says, you too deserve the same …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend asked, “are you paid to defend him?”&lt;br /&gt;willingly and stupidly i did without pay …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://break4coffee.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://break4coffee.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-5533830137014065559?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5533830137014065559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=5533830137014065559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5533830137014065559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5533830137014065559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-silly-me.html' title='d’ silly me'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-5876472426421444740</id><published>2008-05-07T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:37:55.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Albert Camus on Friends</title><content type='html'>Don't walk in front of me because I may not follow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk behind me because I may not lead.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk beside me and be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-5876472426421444740?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5876472426421444740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=5876472426421444740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5876472426421444740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/5876472426421444740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/albert-camus-friends.html' title='Albert Camus on Friends'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-2243268495049889223</id><published>2008-05-06T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:37:16.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Road to Station Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our minds are as different as our faces.&lt;br /&gt;We are all traveling to one destination -- happiness,&lt;br /&gt;but few are going by the same road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-2243268495049889223?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2243268495049889223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=2243268495049889223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2243268495049889223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/2243268495049889223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-to-station-happiness.html' title='Road to Station Happiness'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-7651445697444337379</id><published>2008-05-06T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:38:14.686+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Door of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7651445697444337379?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7651445697444337379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7651445697444337379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7651445697444337379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7651445697444337379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/door-of-happiness.html' title='Door of Happiness'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-290388225885720619</id><published>2008-05-06T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:47:42.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi doggerel'/><title type='text'>HuMan supeRnoVa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by bOtOi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden explosion of words&lt;br /&gt;Unleashed the trapped anger&lt;br /&gt;A sudden burst of joy&lt;br /&gt;Awakens the dull voyager&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-290388225885720619?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/290388225885720619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=290388225885720619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/290388225885720619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/290388225885720619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/human-supernova.html' title='HuMan supeRnoVa'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-6630288713765693262</id><published>2008-05-04T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:48:14.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi doggerel'/><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by bOtOi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Love is inclined&lt;br /&gt;To make you lose your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-6630288713765693262?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6630288713765693262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=6630288713765693262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6630288713765693262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/6630288713765693262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-8554716835977121917</id><published>2008-05-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:44:14.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>The More We Possess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Brett Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more we possess&lt;br /&gt;The more we are in debt&lt;br /&gt;And the more we possess&lt;br /&gt;The less we own of ourselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-8554716835977121917?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8554716835977121917/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9003228453754260302.post-7170713568898237170</id><published>2008-05-04T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:44:32.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>People Are Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by The Doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are strange when you're a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;Faces look ugly when you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,&lt;br /&gt;Streets are uneven when you're down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;Faces come out of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;When you're strange&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers your name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-7170713568898237170?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7170713568898237170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=7170713568898237170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7170713568898237170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/7170713568898237170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-are-strange-by-doors.html' title='People Are Strange'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</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-9003228453754260302.post-1876999087399797894</id><published>2008-05-04T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:48:32.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botoi doggerel'/><title type='text'>Stationary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by bOtOi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cars are drifting,&lt;br /&gt;The engines are singing,&lt;br /&gt;The tyres are spinning,&lt;br /&gt;Humans are dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9003228453754260302-1876999087399797894?l=indian-botoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1876999087399797894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9003228453754260302&amp;postID=1876999087399797894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1876999087399797894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9003228453754260302/posts/default/1876999087399797894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indian-botoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/stationary.html' title='Stationary'/><author><name>bOtOi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02372117698723513191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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