<?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-8798567</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:43:04.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotH-dEaTHTrap...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*~*iYuL*~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058152451088332289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.13amp.net/sparkplug/sites/Demo(Static)/html/images/beyonce.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798567.post-110043429776635292</id><published>2004-11-14T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T04:11:37.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE ME...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Early mornings has always been drag for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;However, the voices of Dan and Grace never fail to perk me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tidying my bed has never been my fortÃ©, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so my bed is always in a complete mess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Getting ready still half asleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I move slowly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as slow as a snail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Breakfast's not my thing... so see ya' later mom, see ya' later dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's time for school... yeay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;School is like prison for me, and the gate is the gateway to hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(If You Want to read this part of the poem... approach me aightx!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And it's time for class... hoorah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3E1 is divided into three groups of people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;C.O.D. (Childish, Obnoxious Dumbos),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y.K.W.W. (You know what? Whatever!) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S.I.Q. (Smart, Intelligrnt but Quiet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I happened to be a Y.K.W.W.ian... lucky me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;each groupof people are always nucleated in one corner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Dumbos at the back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The smarties at the front, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;andThe heck-care-you-know-whats in the middle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh ya... I forgot... the Coucillors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are usualy clumped together... that is in the middle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now... it's time to refer to the Time-table...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm... what lessons are we having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Math- A &amp; E Maths; Confusing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;English- I can't help noticing him staring at her bum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bahasa- erm... Baku-ish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chemistry- What a drag... (well... actualy... it's something else.. approach me to find out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Biology- Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Physics- must pass... must PASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Social Studies- Good morning classs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Geography- SO WHAT IS THE GRRRADIENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Whoah... what a scock I had there...*sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What to do? At least I'm serving "National Service"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The 'Pokemon-ish' chime marks the end of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now this is a true YEAH!!!But what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My YEAH will eventually turn to Argh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Meetings, CCAs, Remedials blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday's Maths Remedial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wednesday's Band Prac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday's English Remedial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Friday's erm... kind to think of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Prayers should be described as enriching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; so that's not an argh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And... I'm only left with Mondays...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Saturday's Band Prac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But at least I get to spend at least an hour with my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's worth having than not meeting them at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, I make use of the time... to be with the friends I care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of friends...After being betrayed by my so-called 'Friends'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now I'm left with four best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three guys and a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;being an only child in my family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I regarded them like my own brothers and sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We share problems, we share joy, we share secrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We even tease one another... hehex...With the Rrrs, with the lame sarcasm and jokes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But I really do treasure my friendship with these kind souls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks for all your time, love and care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hope we'll be friends forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So you see... Being me brings some of the good, some of the bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bad as in being stressed all the time and being betrayed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But Good as in being with friends and helping others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's hard being me, and I guess that it's harder being someone&lt;/span&gt; else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798567-110043429776635292?l=death-is-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/110043429776635292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Syawal Mulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ketupat, Rendang, Lemang dan Lontong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hidangan istimewa di Hari Raya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bulan Ramadan perut kosong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sedawa kita di Hari Raya, Alhamdullillah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Akhirnya tiba Syawal mulia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gema takbir mengisi ruangan sepi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mengucapkan Salam Lebaran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Salam keikhlasan, Khairul As'ari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798567-110042929086736210?l=death-is-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/110042929086736210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798567&amp;postID=110042929086736210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798567/posts/default/110042929086736210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='32' src='http://www.13amp.net/sparkplug/sites/Demo(Static)/html/images/beyonce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798567.post-109879745295915316</id><published>2004-10-26T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T06:30:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Gift Of Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Karin Schaefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bubbling from us comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the innocent child within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who giggles at the little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and wears a silly grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;melancholy comes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;visit for a while;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the mind feels tired, the body weak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we have no strength to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;joy abundant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;grabs a hold of you and me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wraps us up in all it's splendor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lifts us up and sets us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sorrow wraps usin its cloak of grief and fear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'till our hearts ache to the breaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'till our eyes can't shed a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love bestows us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with its wonderment and light;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with its beauty and its mystery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its power and its might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And there are days when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life rewards us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and seems to make amends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by granting us a marvelous gift,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the precious gift of Friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798567-109879745295915316?l=death-is-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/109879745295915316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798567&amp;postID=109879745295915316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiration...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I used to sit on a perched rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On the sandy beaches of Singapore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The calm waters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the soothing breeze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Comforts me... relaxes me... inspired me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I gazed into the clear blue sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Listening to the beautiful cries of the birds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The blue sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The graceful birds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Had give me... an inspiration... to live life to the fullest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Being with my friends had brought wonders for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Friends are essential to me because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The joy we shared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The fights we had... (and of course we forgive and forget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Inspired me... to be a better individual... day by day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Be inspired by what you have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;From your family and friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To even mother nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;They'll help you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;To be a better person... day by day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798567-109870742612246688?l=death-is-sweet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/feeds/109870742612246688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798567&amp;postID=109870742612246688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798567/posts/default/109870742612246688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798567/posts/default/109870742612246688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://death-is-sweet.blogspot.com/2004/10/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>*~*iYuL*~*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02058152451088332289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.13amp.net/sparkplug/sites/Demo(Static)/html/images/beyonce.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
