<?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-5184190</id><updated>2011-10-02T06:03:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the Inside from Orbit</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog, what else?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bo</name><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>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-115507411752041369</id><published>2006-08-08T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:55:41.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE SUFFERING SUFFERING SUFFERING SUFFERINGPAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAINENVY ENVY ENVY ENVY ENVYGLUTTON GLUTTON GLUTTON GLUTTONEVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVILGREED GREED GREED GREED GREEDLUST LUST LUST LUST LUSTANGUISH ANGUISH ANGUISH ANGUISHFEAR FEAR FEAR FEARVENGEANCE VENGEANCE VENGEANCE VENGENCETORTURE TORTUREHATE HATE HATE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/115507411752041369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=115507411752041369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/115507411752041369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/115507411752041369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2006/08/die-die-die-die-die-die-suffering.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-114254341098222212</id><published>2006-03-16T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T13:10:10.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Figures as much, out of all the hundreds of millions of people surfing the internet, not one person saw that last entry and cared enough to leave me a message to save a life. Pretty pathetic. I think google needs to have some kind of blog scanner so I can save people like me who are depressed and blog about it. Then it can find help for those people and really do something good for society. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/114254341098222212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=114254341098222212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/114254341098222212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/114254341098222212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2006/03/figures-as-much-out-of-all-hundreds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-114247923473733999</id><published>2006-03-15T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:20:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another useless post. What are the chances anyone is going to read this? The internet is all full of crap like this.  It's like if I said someone reply to this post or else I'm going to jump off a bridge. Someone save me.Tonight I was so sad, I just sat around and cried. NOt for a long time but long enough. I'm passing through a phase of depression, the phase of indifference. Only a tiny hope is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/114247923473733999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=114247923473733999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/114247923473733999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/114247923473733999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-useless-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-113981525478127111</id><published>2006-02-12T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:23:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard this comedian on the radio the other day, very funny talking about blogs. Where people are like, don't talk to me, you want to know me read my blog. LOL.Anyhow, Love is like a Nuclear reaction, interesting metaphor right. It's a reaction that if gone uncontrolled will lead to meltdown, but if you control it right and harvest the energy, it can sustain u and keep you stronger pretty much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/113981525478127111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=113981525478127111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/113981525478127111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/113981525478127111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2006/02/heard-this-comedian-on-radio-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-113946778767210953</id><published>2006-02-08T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:22:10.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feel so damn sad. I'm not dying, I'm not in a daze. I can still get up in the morning and drive and do regular things. Just that I'm not happy about doing it, I don't feel alive. It's like walking around with the rain cloud constantly dumping rain on your head. If won't kill you but it sure as hell doesn't help.On another note...sometimes when you grow up you wise up to the world. People can do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/113946778767210953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=113946778767210953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/113946778767210953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/113946778767210953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2006/02/feel-so-damn-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-112184379762335984</id><published>2005-07-18T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:16:37.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is indeed a screwed up place, full of deceit, lies, and more lies. Trickery, fraud, falsifications in all aspects of life. Emotionally, financially, spiritually...what does it all lead to? Doom probably.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/112184379762335984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=112184379762335984' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/112184379762335984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/112184379762335984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/07/world-is-indeed-screwed-up-place-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-111187555028832974</id><published>2005-03-26T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:19:10.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Way to becoming a millionaire...http://money.cnn.com/2005/03/24/pf/millionaire/rp_daveandanniehall/index.htm?cnn=yes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/111187555028832974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=111187555028832974' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/111187555028832974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/111187555028832974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/03/way-to-becoming-millionaire.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-111168515953814391</id><published>2005-03-24T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:25:59.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>????????????????????? ??????? ??? ???????????? ??????? ??? ????????? ??? ???? ??????? ?? ??????? ????????? ???? ???? ?????????? ????? ?????????????? ???? ???? ?????????? ????? ???? ?????????? ??????? ?????????? ????? ?????? ?????????? ?? ??? ???? ???????????? ???? ????????? ???? ???? ?????????? ????? ?????????????? ???? ???? ????? ?????????? ???? ?????????? ?????? ????? ??????????? ?????? ????? ?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/111168515953814391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=111168515953814391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/111168515953814391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/111168515953814391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeh-ah-haa.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110887421747038418</id><published>2005-02-19T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:36:57.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Love That Will LastMy favourite song of the moment by Renee Olstead. I want a little something moreDon’t want the middle or the one beforeI don’t desire a complicated pastI want a love that will lastSay that you love meSay I’m the oneDon’t kiss and hug meAnd then try to runI don’t do dramaMy tears don’t fall fastI want a love that will lastI don’t want just a memoryGive me foreverDon’t even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110887421747038418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110887421747038418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110887421747038418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110887421747038418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-that-will-last-my-favourite-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110695934108506225</id><published>2005-01-28T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:23:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really sad day today. Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do whether you like it or not....all for the greater good. I think today was probably one of the saddest days of my life. Not THE saddest but in the top 10 or so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110695934108506225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110695934108506225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110695934108506225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110695934108506225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/really-sad-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110641921569450744</id><published>2005-01-22T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:22:49.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Strangest Dream of My LifeI cant even begin to explain it but let me try and write down everything I can before it's too late and I forget it all. You know the moment you wake up is the moment you start forgetting...So this dream is all first person POV..Im looking out thru my own eyes..All I know is that some how I've lost my mind..like I've had a mental break down or something and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110641921569450744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110641921569450744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110641921569450744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110641921569450744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/strangest-dream-of-my-life-i-cant-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110609934342399411</id><published>2005-01-18T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:22:31.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Hindsight....Remember a few months ago there was a big fuss about oh no the sky is falling there aren't enough flu shots...Now it's like way to go media crying wolf...hospitals are like "Everyone who wants one can get one or else they have to be all thrown away"A380!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110609934342399411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110609934342399411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110609934342399411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110609934342399411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-hindsight.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110522109123545000</id><published>2005-01-07T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:51:31.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When do you have "enough?"Do you ever wonder when is enough? It is enough to make $50,000? or $80,000, or $500,000?Is it enough for your friends and family to love you for who you are, or what you are?Is it enough that you've reached your goals or do you need new goals?When is something enough?I guess every entry here has some kind of moral or theme. And the theme today is that you need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110522109123545000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110522109123545000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110522109123545000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110522109123545000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-do-you-have-enough-do-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110514685175785083</id><published>2005-01-06T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:28:26.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celine Dion - I know what love isI was forgotten Until you called my name Lost in the shadows Until you shined your light my way Now I believe again In all my dreams again I'm wide eyed and innocent Those doubting days Are so far away and oh (chorus)I will fall And you will catch me always Time has taught me this I will fly And you'll be there to guide me Straight up to my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110514685175785083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110514685175785083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514685175785083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514685175785083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/celine-dion-i-know-what-love-is-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110514681934948347</id><published>2005-01-06T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:28:56.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My Happy Ending"So much for my happy endingOh oh, oh oh, oh oh...Let's talk this overIt's not like we're deadWas it something I did?Was it something You said?Don't leave me hangingIn a city so deadHeld up so high On such a breakable threadYou were all the things I thought I knewAnd I thought we could be[Chorus:]You were everything, everything that I wantedWe were meant to be, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110514681934948347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110514681934948347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514681934948347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514681934948347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-happy-ending-so-much-for-my-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110514723245048801</id><published>2005-01-01T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:20:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome the New Year.A new year is a time for new hopes and new dreams. It's also a time to reflect back on the prior year and let go of old hopes and dreams. To see what can be accomplished and what needs to be accomplished.This year is different from most. For one I have a solid plan of what needs to be accomplished this year. It is promising and I am hopeful for a new start. Past couples </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110514723245048801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110514723245048801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514723245048801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110514723245048801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2005/01/welcome-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-110522176566830493</id><published>2004-12-20T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:08:48.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daily Cal to the rescue.http://www.dailycal.org/article.php?id=17057http://www.dailycal.org/article.php?id=16930</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/110522176566830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=110522176566830493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110522176566830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/110522176566830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/12/daily-cal-to-rescue.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109719287347710691</id><published>2004-12-08T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:09:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trust No One.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109719287347710691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109719287347710691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719287347710691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719287347710691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/12/trust-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109719213664868310</id><published>2004-10-07T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:45:29.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109719213664868310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109719213664868310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719213664868310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719213664868310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109719193995141263</id><published>2004-10-06T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:38:53.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking about creating a new blog, a secret one of course only to be opened upon my death...blog is more of a personal therapy rather than letting people read about it. Plus you know every person has to keep secrets..I try to not have too many but I feel I'm left without choice but to keep secrets...else alot of people would have their lives become alot worse if I told them what I knew.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109719193995141263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109719193995141263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719193995141263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109719193995141263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-thinking-about-creating-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109531793553212625</id><published>2004-09-15T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T23:58:55.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday ML!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109531793553212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109531793553212625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109531793553212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109531793553212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-ml.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109459300848746210</id><published>2004-09-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:36:48.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Favors...Today's topic is about favors...why people ask do I tend to help others out when there's no reasonable expectation of getting anything back. Well this is why, mostly because favors are priceless. I don't let people borrow money, that's a special and rare case. But time and manpower, those in my mind are priceless.What's it worth to you to have a friend help you move? Help you look at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109459300848746210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109459300848746210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109459300848746210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109459300848746210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/09/favors.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109415750061583024</id><published>2004-09-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:38:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was having this dream last night where I showed up for a test but I didn't study at all, there were 5 questions and I didn't know anything. But one of my friends in the class passes me his notes sheet and says here get the answers from me. But I was like nah that's not right, I'm just gonna go the the professor I don't know anything on here and be upfront about it. Unexpectedly, I started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109415750061583024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109415750061583024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109415750061583024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109415750061583024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-was-having-this-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109406458186788209</id><published>2004-09-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:49:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life sucks...but would you prefer to be dead?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109406458186788209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109406458186788209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109406458186788209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109406458186788209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/09/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109406312003124611</id><published>2004-09-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:25:20.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still alive...but barely barely. It's like I'm down to 25 health and it's flashing red.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109406312003124611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109406312003124611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109406312003124611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109406312003124611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/09/still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-109229441046989221</id><published>2004-08-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fading Like A FlowerIn a time where the sun descends aloneI ran a long long way from homeTo find a heart that’s made of stoneI will try, I just need a little timeTo get your face right out of my mindTo see the world through different eyesEvery time I see you oh I try to hide awayBut when we meet it seems I can’t let goEvery time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flowerTell me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/109229441046989221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=109229441046989221' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109229441046989221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/109229441046989221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/08/fading-like-flower-in-time-where-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-108313758085054008</id><published>2004-04-28T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:37:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maroon 5 - This LoveI was so high I did not recognizeThe fire burning in her eyesThe chaos that controlled my mindWhispered goodbye and she got on a planeNever to return againBut always in my heartThis love has taken its toll on meShe said Goodbye too many times beforeAnd her heart is breaking in front of meI have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymoreI tried my best to feed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/108313758085054008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=108313758085054008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108313758085054008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108313758085054008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/04/maroon-5-this-love-i-was-so-high-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-108267480354414482</id><published>2004-04-22T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T16:04:05.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I said to her....prepare toi a l'avoir bien profondement!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/108267480354414482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=108267480354414482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108267480354414482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108267480354414482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-i-said-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-108262215223413796</id><published>2004-04-22T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:26:32.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh I need to keep this thing up to date. Past that 15 day deadline. All these people probably thought I was dead. Perhaps I should extend that to 30 days. Yeah, 30 days with no blog on top of another 30 days so that's 60 days. Ever get lost in thought? I find that while most of the people in the world don't think enough, there are a few that think too much and too deep. Don't take life so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/108262215223413796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=108262215223413796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108262215223413796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108262215223413796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/04/gosh-i-need-to-keep-this-thing-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-108011855303356455</id><published>2004-03-24T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T00:59:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops forgot that 15 day rule again..sorry to those of you that thought I was dead..."Let's go get the shit kicked out of us by love."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/108011855303356455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=108011855303356455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108011855303356455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/108011855303356455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/03/oops-forgot-that-15-day-rule-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107726469529541283</id><published>2004-02-20T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T00:14:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no rain that does not stop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107726469529541283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107726469529541283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107726469529541283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107726469529541283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/02/there-is-no-rain-that-does-not-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107695825909763205</id><published>2004-02-16T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T11:06:53.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's an interesting read...http://www.mit.edu/people/mikeho/janelok.shtml</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107695825909763205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107695825909763205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107695825909763205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107695825909763205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/02/heres-interesting-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107655922582523479</id><published>2004-02-11T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:16:13.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Donations.Seriously, what is the deal with these college fundraisers? Why don't they just have bake sales. If you're going to call me up, you think college taught me nothing as to be so stupid as to give away my money over the phone? Since when did colleges become telemarketers??? I signed up to be on the NOCALL list!!!!I love how they try and get you all comfortable, asking about how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107655922582523479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107655922582523479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107655922582523479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107655922582523479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/02/college-donations.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107655883301196431</id><published>2004-02-11T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:10:30.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eating HealthyJunk food vs. non-junk food - our world is full of what I call junk food. Everyone knows smoking is bad. One cig is like 8.5 mins you don't live. So obviously many people don't smoke. But what about junk food..chips, fast food, soda. We all eat these yet they are equally deadly.True junk food isn't addciting but the average person with a bit of common sense knows that junk food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107655883301196431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107655883301196431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107655883301196431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107655883301196431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/02/eating-healthy-junk-food-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107579227144083700</id><published>2004-02-02T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:13:27.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, just made it before 15 days....still alive oh freaking yay let's celefreakingbrate.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107579227144083700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107579227144083700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107579227144083700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107579227144083700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-just-made-it-before-15-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107460018267548433</id><published>2004-01-18T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T04:05:00.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past is gone, yet it lives forever...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107460018267548433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107460018267548433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107460018267548433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107460018267548433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/past-is-gone-yet-it-lives-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107432587321579217</id><published>2004-01-16T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T23:53:07.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in LA. Reach me at 408 705-7156</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107432587321579217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107432587321579217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107432587321579217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107432587321579217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-in-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107460022739319135</id><published>2004-01-16T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T04:06:15.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Bday M</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107460022739319135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107460022739319135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107460022739319135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107460022739319135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-bday-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107403648207077054</id><published>2004-01-13T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T15:29:51.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever have one of those days or weeks where you say to yourself 'what else can go wrong?' and before you know it you have an answer 'ok, now i know.'Becareful what you wish for cuz you might just get it and when you do, it'll be a whole lot different then the picture on the box.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107403648207077054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107403648207077054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107403648207077054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107403648207077054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-you-ever-have-one-of-those-days-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107404676033317882</id><published>2004-01-12T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T19:39:53.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know the other day I had a dream, about someone from my past. Do you think dreams can possibly foretell the future? If so, my future is about to get real interesting with someone from the past...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107404676033317882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107404676033317882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107404676033317882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107404676033317882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/you-know-other-day-i-had-dream-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107361367034139579</id><published>2004-01-08T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T18:28:28.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Title - Chasing TimePlot Summary:Back in post WW2, two lovers, Micheal and Sonja are separated by the Berlin Wall. The only way they can hope to find each other is to become secret agents, espionage. By working for their governments, each is allowed the opportunity to infiltrate the other side and thus search for each other. Unfortuantely, each is assigned the same mission (ie. they are on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107361367034139579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107361367034139579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107361367034139579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107361367034139579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/title-chasing-time-plot-summary-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107361358842764456</id><published>2004-01-08T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T18:01:30.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CNN.com - Woman drops lawsuit to stop lottery payout - Jan. 8, 2004Yeah so seriously, I lost my lottery ticket too!!!!! And I'm saying that for my family too and all the poor people who would have benefitted cuz I would have donated my lottery winnings!!! But guess now those poor kids won't have anything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107361358842764456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107361358842764456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107361358842764456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107361358842764456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/cnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107358755942735633</id><published>2004-01-08T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T10:47:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nightmare....For those of you who know me, my dreams are in extreme detail, color, surround sound, with text and pictures. So I'm on this United flight to Taipei with a stop over in Tokyo. I'm looking out the window and we're decending thru some clouds and all of the sudden, the plane is banking at 45 degrees while going into the ground at 45 degrees. So basically this isn't really cool. We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107358755942735633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107358755942735633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107358755942735633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107358755942735633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107352906119452016</id><published>2004-01-07T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:32:42.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh what was I going to say, there's been a new demand that as a New Year's Resolution I need to make more blog entries. Ok consider it DONE.2004. I think by most conventional measures this year isn't starting out great. Take for example 5 mins after midnight I broke a horse statue at home. And that's just for starters. It's kind of like 3mins into the football game you've fumbled the kickoff, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107352906119452016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107352906119452016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107352906119452016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107352906119452016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-what-was-i-going-to-say-theres-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107352847892165405</id><published>2004-01-07T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T18:23:00.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my VIP membership!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107352847892165405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107352847892165405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107352847892165405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107352847892165405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2004/01/got-my-vip-membership.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107208750768422005</id><published>2003-12-22T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T02:06:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still alive....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107208750768422005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107208750768422005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107208750768422005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107208750768422005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/12/still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107102173440676805</id><published>2003-12-09T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:03:41.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't the Daily Cal just great?123456789</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107102173440676805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107102173440676805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107102173440676805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107102173440676805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/12/isnt-daily-cal-just-great-1-2-3-4-5-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-107095403756844613</id><published>2003-12-08T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T23:14:59.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neo: I know what you're trying to do.Morpheus: I'm trying to free your mind.Bo: Enough of this crap, let's jump.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/107095403756844613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=107095403756844613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107095403756844613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/107095403756844613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/12/neo-i-know-what-youre-trying-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106965503285045552</id><published>2003-11-23T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:24:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nsync - This I Promise You The visions around you   Bring tears to your eyes   And all that surrounds you   Are secrets and lies     I'll be your strength   I'll give you hope   Keepin' your faith when it's gold  The one you should call   standing here all alone     Chorus:   And I will take   You in my arms   And hold you right where you belong   Till the day my life is through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106965503285045552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106965503285045552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106965503285045552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106965503285045552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/nsync-this-i-promise-you-visions.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106965478030082642</id><published>2003-11-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:20:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Need You - Leann Rimes  I don't need a lot of things,I can get by with nothingOf all the blessings life can bring,I've always needed somethingBut I've got all I wantWhen it comes to loving youYou're my only reason,You're my only truth[chorus]I need you like waterLike breath, like rainI need you like mercyFrom Heaven's gateThere's a freedom in your armsThat carries me throughI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106965478030082642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106965478030082642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106965478030082642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106965478030082642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-need-you-leann-rimes-i-dont-need-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106947146262597849</id><published>2003-11-21T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T19:25:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fallen - Sarah Mclachlan Heaven bent to take my handAnd lead me through the fireBe the long awaited answerTo a long and painful fightTruth be told I've tried my bestBut somewhere along the wayI got caught up in all there was to offerAnd the cost was so much more than I could bearThough I've tried, I've fallen...I have sunk so lowI have messed upBetter I should knowSo don't come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106947146262597849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106947146262597849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106947146262597849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106947146262597849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/fallen-sarah-mclachlan-heaven-bent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106894722047833946</id><published>2003-11-15T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T17:47:30.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Barely Breathing - Duncan Sheik I know what you're doingI see it all too clearI only taste the saline when I kiss away your tearsYou really had me going, wishing on a starBut the black holes that surround you are heavier by farI believed in your confusion, you were so completely tornIt must've been that yesterday was the day that i was bornThere's not much to examine, there's nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106894722047833946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106894722047833946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106894722047833946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106894722047833946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/barely-breathing-duncan-sheik-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106823017151472203</id><published>2003-11-07T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:36:31.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Next People's RevoltRead an interesting article today regarding the class warfare in China. As with all developing countries, you have people who live in poverty and people who have come across sudden wealth.You have people from the countryside who come to the cities working as domestic help for $50 a month. Of which they probably send about $30 bucks back home (converted for US dollars).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106823017151472203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106823017151472203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106823017151472203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106823017151472203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/next-peoples-revolt-read-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106814370051429899</id><published>2003-11-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T10:35:18.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shania Twain - I'm Gonna Getcha GoodLet's go!Don't wantcha for the weekend, don't wantcha for a nightI'm only interested if I can have you for life, yeahUh, I know I sound serious and baby I amYou're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some landOh, yeahSo, don't try to run honey, love can be funThere's no need to be alone when you find that someone[Chorus:](I'm gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106814370051429899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106814370051429899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106814370051429899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106814370051429899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/shania-twain-im-gonna-getcha-good-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106801605043989192</id><published>2003-11-04T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:07:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered, in this age of technology, you can still easily lose touch with people. I'm not saying go chase the ghosts of the past, but it occurred to me there are a couple people I have been totally unable to find no matter how hard I try. The are literally offline ghosts in a digital age....Anyways, there are a couple people I need to find and I'm not talk about classmates.com, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106801605043989192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106801605043989192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106801605043989192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106801605043989192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/have-you-ever-wondered-in-this-age-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106801253468959372</id><published>2003-11-04T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:09:11.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt; ÈçºÎÚAµÃÅ®ÈËµÄÐÄ &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;×“ÃÀËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;“í±§Ëý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ÓHÎÇËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;?Û×oËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;Ýp“áËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;Ìô¶ºËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;°²Î¿Ëý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;±£×oËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;žéËý´ó·½ÔÒânÆ±£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ÕˆËýµ½ÀËÂþµÄµØ·½³ÔÏŽ¹âÍí²Í£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ÙI–|Î÷ËÍËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ƒAÂ Ëý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ÕÕî™Ëý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;Ö§³ÖËý£¬ &gt;&gt;&gt;ÅãÖøËýÒ»Ö±µ½ÊÀ½çµÄ±Mî^......¡£ &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;ÈçºÎÚAµÃÄÐÈËµÄÐÄ &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;°ÑÒÂ·þÃ“¹â¹â¡­¡­¡­£¦£¥£££À¡ç </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106801253468959372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106801253468959372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106801253468959372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106801253468959372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/h-o-p-o-n-i-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106784478892943212</id><published>2003-11-02T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T10:39:41.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dance Away the NightI saw you from across the roomShining in red apart from the restMay I have this first dance?The moment I looked in your eyesMy heart was in too deepAs the night ended and we said our goodbyesI longed for you all night in my sleepChorus:Oh baby seeing you on the dancing floorHolding you close and wanting moreGliding across the ballroom as oneBringing So much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106784478892943212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106784478892943212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106784478892943212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106784478892943212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/dance-away-night-i-saw-you-from-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106783915025165053</id><published>2003-11-02T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:33:55.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me see if I can write a little song with a chorusHaunting LoveA time not long agoA girl told me she loved me soSuddenly it all changedI had to let her goChorusMemories haunt at nightThe sadness overshadows the lightA love that never fadesDarkness moving among shadesWhispers in my earTurning around and she's not thereFeeling her by my sideImagination from insideChorusI </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106783915025165053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106783915025165053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106783915025165053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106783915025165053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/let-me-see-if-i-can-write-little-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106779421774513245</id><published>2003-11-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:34:07.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I Had One WishIf I had but one wishNot wish for world peaceNot wish for the end of hungerOnly wish I want trueIs for her to love and complete meTake away the sadness and bluesThe past is behindSorrow and bad timesSomeone to holdSomeone to hugA hand to grabA face to touchMy life is my own Empty when aloneFar apart nowDrifting awayA kite on a stringAn angel in the sky</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106779421774513245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106779421774513245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106779421774513245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106779421774513245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/if-i-had-one-wish-if-i-had-but-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106779333252237978</id><published>2003-11-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T23:34:20.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everytime - Janet JacksonI'm afraid I'm starting to feelWhat I said I would not doThe last time really hurt meI'm scared to fall in loveAfraid to love so fastCuz everytime I fall in loveIt seems to never lastCHORUS:But every time your love is nearAnd every time I'm filled with fearCuz every time I see your faceMy heart does begin to race everytimeOne half wants me to goOne half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106779333252237978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106779333252237978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106779333252237978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106779333252237978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/everytime-janet-jackson-im-afraid-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106810069061904086</id><published>2003-11-01T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:38:28.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mariah Carey - SomedayYou were so blind to let me go You had it all but did not know No one you'll find will ever be Closer to all your dreams than me Believing the grass would be greener You told yourself, "I just don't need her now" But I know you'll soon discover You're never satisfied with any other (Chorus:) Someday Ooh, someday One you gave away Will be the only one you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106810069061904086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106810069061904086' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106810069061904086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106810069061904086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/11/mariah-carey-someday-you-were-so-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5184190.post-106758330689861114</id><published>2003-10-30T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:55:17.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok the big moment is here...again standard policy...if this entry is the last thing you see for 15 consecutive days...well you know the rest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106758330689861114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106758330689861114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106758330689861114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106758330689861114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/ok-big-moment-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106740283530510304</id><published>2003-10-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T20:47:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dido - "See The Sun"I'm comin' 'round to open the blinds You can't hide here any longer My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes You can't last here any longer And yes they'll ask you where you've been And you'll have to tell them again and again And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day Well I promise you you'll see the sun again And you're asking me why pain's the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106740283530510304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106740283530510304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106740283530510304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106740283530510304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/dido-see-sun-im-comin-round-to-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106710438079826978</id><published>2003-10-25T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T10:53:03.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So you've heard the story about the guy who jumped off of Niagara Falls and lived. The first person ever without a life vest or in a barrel or whatever. Just walked over the railing and took the plunge. He just felt like it, spur of the moment thing.Some people have said hey this guy is crazy. I dunno. In a way I could see why he did it and why it's not entirely wrong. The guy is in his 40s, no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106710438079826978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106710438079826978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106710438079826978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106710438079826978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/so-youve-heard-story-about-guy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106697320525920163</id><published>2003-10-23T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:26:45.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test: If this message remains the last message posted for more than 15 consecutive days. That means either I'm dead or severely incapacitated.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106697320525920163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106697320525920163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106697320525920163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106697320525920163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/test-if-this-message-remains-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106697278054345263</id><published>2003-10-23T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:19:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Seeing them together was like watching lightning."I've been having a bit of a debate with myself lately (yeah among other exciting things) ...(wait so does that mean all people who blog are really lonely and need to talk to themselves?) continuing.... is that is what's meant to be? Cuz obviously if it is then it must be meant to be cuz if it's not meant to be then it can't be right? Things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106697278054345263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106697278054345263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106697278054345263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106697278054345263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/seeing-them-together-was-like-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106684436483833871</id><published>2003-10-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T10:39:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple songs from 90s Australia mates...!Wendy Matthews - The Day You Went AwayHey, does it ever make you wonderwhat's on my mindI, I was only ever running to your sideI never cried, I just watched my life go byIt's just a pack of lies,'cause you're leaving me behindWhy, after this long is there nothingI'll keep, oh, I can shoutyou'll pretend you're falling asleepI live a lie, yeah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106684436483833871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106684436483833871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106684436483833871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106684436483833871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/couple-songs-from-90s-australia-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106680258320168465</id><published>2003-10-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:03:03.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Celine Dion - Think TwiceDon't think I can't feel there's something wrongYou've been the sweetest part of my life so longI look in your eyes, there's a distant lightAnd you and I know there'll be a storm tonightThis is getting seriousAre you thinking 'bout you or usDon't say what you're about to sayLook back before you leave my lifeBe sure before you close that doorBefore you roll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106680258320168465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106680258320168465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106680258320168465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106680258320168465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/celine-dion-think-twice-dont-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106645153329349395</id><published>2003-10-17T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:32:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've made a major discovery. Why do nice guys turn into bad boy jerks? Well, nice guys rarely get the girl, and when that happens nice guys appear to see the failure of being nice and henceforth if being nice doesn't work then you have to do the opposite right? Being bad. But being bad ends up not helping you get the girl and she just dumps you, same as being good. So being bad or good yields the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106645153329349395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106645153329349395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106645153329349395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106645153329349395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/ive-made-major-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106633080817236178</id><published>2003-10-16T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T12:00:08.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those days where you are just feeling down and you don't even know why? Call it boredom or just a lack of anything special. Not depression but not excitement. How would the world be any different if I wasn't around? So I don't know what's the deal with people who can't keep a simple appointment. Like you just called 2hrs ago and now you don't show up and don't even have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106633080817236178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106633080817236178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106633080817236178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106633080817236178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/ever-have-one-of-those-days-where-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106624197201568149</id><published>2003-10-15T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:19:31.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At least something is going right on the diplomatic front. Things are turning around here in Liberia. Taylor out Bryant in. No, I don't mean Kobe folks. The UN troops are here and the fighting has pretty much stopped. I talked to Weston yesterday saying after they send in the new monitoring team I want some time off. Africa is an interesting place but I think I've seen enough of this place in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106624197201568149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106624197201568149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624197201568149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624197201568149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/at-least-something-is-going-right-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106624231023546491</id><published>2003-10-14T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:25:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>China goes to space!!!!Today is a glorious day for the motherland. Yang Liwei you are my hero. Seriously, I can't imagine what it would be like to be him. For sure it's not sucking. I'm up in space sitting in a tiny capsule for 21 hours. Now I know he's not concentrating cuz he's already thinking about when he comes back and he's like a national hero. He's Armstrong, Shepard, Glenn, all wrapped</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106624231023546491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106624231023546491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624231023546491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624231023546491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/china-goes-to-space-today-is-glorious.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106560307975008996</id><published>2003-10-08T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T01:51:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fallen - Sarah MclachlanHeaven bent to take my handAnd lead me through the fireBe the long awaited answerTo a long and painful fightTruth be told I've tried my bestBut somewhere along the wayI got caught up in all there was to offerAnd the cost was so much more than I could bearThough I've tried, I've fallen...I have sunk so lowI have messed upBetter I should knowSo don't come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106560307975008996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106560307975008996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106560307975008996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106560307975008996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/fallen-sarah-mclachlan-heaven-bent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-106624274277221200</id><published>2003-10-07T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:35:12.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHNOLD!!!!!!!!!!!Davis has been terminated. Cruz has been vaporized. This is what the people need and it's what I've been saying all along. I knew he should have ran and I knew he would. You can check Brent's blog for verification of this. The spirit of the people will now be lifted. Things suck these days. The economy blows, there are no jobs, 15% of the people are out of work (yeah they say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/106624274277221200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=106624274277221200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624274277221200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/106624274277221200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/10/ahnold-davis-has-been-terminated.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-105893975561682176</id><published>2003-07-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:55:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chaos in LiberiaFortunately for those of us at the consulate a squad of Marines have arrived to protect the citizens and staff here. Unfortunately the locals are being killed and I fear they will overrun the compound gates at any given moment. Locals have started piling dead bodies in front of the consulate in hopes that the US will send troops in to stabilize the region. All I know is get me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/105893975561682176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=105893975561682176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/105893975561682176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/105893975561682176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/07/chaos-in-liberia-fortunately-for-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-94305852</id><published>2003-05-13T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T20:22:32.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vincent - Don McLeanstarry starry night, paint your palette blue and greylook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulshadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilscatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy linen landnow i understand what you tried to say to mehow you suffered for you sanity how you tried to set them freethey would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/94305852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=94305852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/94305852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/94305852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/05/vincent-don-mclean-starry-starry-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-94086698</id><published>2003-05-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T19:56:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow talk about major suck. I've been stuck in a 10 day quarantine in Singapore since someone on the plane developed SARS like symptoms. At least the conditions over the last 10 days were pretty good. Well fed and watched alot of TV. Yes you know how I love TV. And the Singaporean room service ...let's just say it was excellent. Seems now I will return to the USA for a little break.SClub7 - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/94086698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=94086698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/94086698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/94086698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/05/wow-talk-about-major-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-93447845</id><published>2003-04-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T22:20:53.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrived in Johannesburg today. Staying at the Sheraton and have a 10am meeting with my contact in the lobby..or was it the 10th floor lounge. Well, whatever. I'll figure it out. At least it's fairly decent here. Don't have constant fears about being hit by snipers or anything like that. I expect everything to go smoothly and I'll be on a commercial flight to Sydney. Haven't been there for a while</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/93447845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=93447845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93447845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93447845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/arrived-in-johannesburg-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-93386393</id><published>2003-04-28T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T00:32:23.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Convoy Under FireToday I arrived in Congo, the place that used to be known as Zaire. This place is a total disaster. If I'm not mistaken the airport had pot holes in the runway. The streetsare dirt and mud and filled with trash, waste, dead bodies, and just all kind of stuff. Thank god we had embassy transportation. From what I've been told, taking a cab is a dangerous thing. Anyways, at least</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/93386393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=93386393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93386393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93386393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/convoy-under-fire-today-i-arrived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-93327593</id><published>2003-04-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T21:26:51.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"No one likes to live with a saint cuz saints are boring."Don't I know it. It's hard to be too perfect.So anyways, it's actually Sunday at the moment I'm writing this blog. I'm in Lagos now doing personnel background checks for individuals stationed around the world in US embassies the undersecretary. Now my first impresion about Nigeria? This place is truly sucks. First you need all kinds of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/93327593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=93327593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93327593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93327593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/no-one-likes-to-live-with-saint-cuz.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-93098190</id><published>2003-04-23T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:02:14.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok here is the 2 week reminder to the Iraqi people. DUDE WE SAVED UR ASSES. Knock it off with the protests before you put yourself back into a crazed islamic state and fall into years of religious jihad.Madonna...don't mess with the people on the Internet.France..yes getting smart. Hans Blix..don't think so.What's the deal with spam now. I just found out people were using my real email </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/93098190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=93098190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93098190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/93098190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/ok-here-is-2-week-reminder-to-iraqi.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92950162</id><published>2003-04-20T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T16:04:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Dont Dream Its Over" (Divine Discontent)here is freedom within, there is freedom withoutTry to catch the deluge in a paper cupThere's a battle ahead, many battles are lostBut you'll never see the end of the roadWhile you're traveling with meHey now, hey nowDon't dream it's overHey now, hey nowWhen the world comes inThey come, they comeTo build a wall between usWe know they won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92950162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92950162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92950162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92950162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/dont-dream-its-over-divine-discontent.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92949883</id><published>2003-04-20T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T15:57:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Georgia?I am driving up 85 in theKind of morning that lasts all afternoonjust stuck inside the gloom4 more exits to my apartment butI am tempted to keep the car in driveAnd leave it all behindCause I wonder sometimesAbout the outcomeOf a still verdictless lifeAm I living it right?Am I living it right?Am I living it right?Why Georgia, why?I rent a room and I fill the spaces </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92949883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92949883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92949883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92949883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/why-georgia-i-am-driving-up-85-in-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92923804</id><published>2003-04-20T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T00:12:42.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's with these Iraqi idiots...been one week and now they want the US out. Yeah they sure learned to be little babies in a hurry. Those assholes fighting for power will mess up the country again. Then once Iraq goes into chaos the US will be blamed again. Do these Arab idiots realize a simple saying..don't bite the hand that feeds you or else next time you won't get anymore food. We know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92923804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92923804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92923804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92923804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/whats-with-these-iraqi-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92823373</id><published>2003-04-17T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T22:57:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was listening to the radio and I hear the song Reflections...you know by Christina Aguilera. Now I'm thinking, she was perfectly fine when she was all cute and sexy..but noooo she didn't want to be a made up person. So instead now she's a fat and dark whore instead of a cute clean hottie. Geez..is that who you really are? Bet she could have been just as successful if not more..but you never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92823373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92823373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92823373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92823373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/so-i-was-listening-to-radio-and-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92702714</id><published>2003-04-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:28:33.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More updates...Actually I'm going to digress from the usual war stuff and go a little bit off topic. So this week Sean Penn got his car stolen and inside were 2 loaded handguns. Seems Seannyboy had a concealed weapons permit. Mr. I am so against the war keeps 2 concealed handguns. Gee...probably to protect his sorry ass. Geez Sean, if you didn't piss people off so much you might not need those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92702714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92702714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92702714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92702714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/more-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92456462</id><published>2003-04-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T16:14:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the state department...not good"Any individual in China, including foreigners, who displays SARS-like symptoms will be sent to a hospital designated for SARS patients until the contagious phase has passed," the travel warning said. "The patient cannot be visited by his/her own doctor, by family members, or by U.S. consular officials. Medical evacuation by air from China currently cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92456462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92456462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92456462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92456462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/from-state-department.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92322841</id><published>2003-04-09T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T16:41:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We discovered that all what the (Iraqi) information minister was saying was all lies," said Ali Hassan, a government employee in Cairo. "Now no one believes Al-Jazeera anymore." In a live report from Baghdad, correspondent Shaker Hamed of Abu Dhabi Television said: "We are all in shock. How did things come to such an end? How did U.S. tanks enter the center of the city? Where is the resistance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92322841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92322841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92322841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92322841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/we-discovered-that-all-what-iraqi.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92320054</id><published>2003-04-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:46:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iraq U.N. ambassador: "The game is over. I hope the peace will prevail" I really don't know why WE are protesting against this " immoral" war. The people in Iraq are chanting "Love Bush" and people the USA are protesting the war and chanting "Hate Bush?" Protesting the gift of freedom? Yeah, I want to see you protestors go over to Iraq and take that freedom away now. What is the cost of freedom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92320054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92320054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92320054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92320054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/iraq-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92307811</id><published>2003-04-09T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T12:08:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahahaah I just saw the funniest thing on tv. A bunch of Iraqis were holding up an American flag with Stallone as Rocky on the flag and some guy kisses the flag and kisses Stallone. SARS. China is still lying about SARS. In Time Magazine, a doctor has written and signed a statement declaring there are at least 60 SARS cases in Beijing, far more than the 17 claimed. They need to be serious and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92307811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92307811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92307811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92307811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/ahahaah-i-just-saw-funniest-thing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92307335</id><published>2003-04-09T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T11:57:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Journalists...Yesterday a few died after claiming the US fired on the hotel they were at. Today they say it was probably an Iraqi tank. Regardless, here is what I say. Hey idiots, you are in a war zone. Shit happens. Did your mommy not teach you that in common sense 101? It's as if the reporters think they are protected by wearing clothes that have the world "press" on them. Like some invisible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92307335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92307335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92307335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92307335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/journalists.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-92304580</id><published>2003-04-09T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T11:08:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok let's review.Turkey: OopsSyria: letting Iraqi leaders escape to your country...do you have a death wish?Russia: OopsFrance: OopsGermany: OopsIran: behaveN. Korea: really behaveChina: wishes they were the USSaddam: Knows that Bush means what he saysSaddam statue in downtown Baghdad: why is everyone beating me with their shoes?Iraqi Info Minister: beyond delusionalUN: we all know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/92304580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=92304580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92304580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/92304580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/ok-lets-review.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91866393</id><published>2003-04-02T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T13:01:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So all along our commie bastards friends in Russia are selling arms to Iraq throughout the 90s. I have an idea to take care of this security council mess. The permanent members are pretty much those countries with strong military might and the ability to deliver them...nukes. Well, why don't we start taking out their nukes and remove them. Russia is pretty insignificant. Their economy is the size</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91866393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91866393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91866393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91866393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/04/so-all-along-our-commie-bastards.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91761263</id><published>2003-03-31T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T22:23:52.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh read the special issue of Time Magazine on the Gulf War...good stuff.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91761263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91761263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91761263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91761263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/oh-read-special-issue-of-time-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91761154</id><published>2003-03-31T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T22:20:20.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, seems we're stuck on a couple topics lately. The war and SARS.It seems that really the British back in the turn of the century, are the root cause of the ethnic conflicts in the Middle East given their division of the territories. It seems that people all around the world have forgotten their history. The Arabs have forgotten it, the French have forgotten it, and the Americans, well we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91761154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91761154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91761154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91761154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/ok-seems-were-stuck-on-couple-topics.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91397086</id><published>2003-03-25T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T22:46:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's a good point made on ABC News...people simply don't understand war and real-time reporting of war is really a bad idea. We just see a frame but not a big picture. Might see a fire from 2 feet away appearing big yet the battlefield is the size of a football field. The picture is accurate yet doesn't tell the truth.You see one convoy ambushed and take losses...say 50 troops, yet 200,000 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91397086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91397086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91397086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91397086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/heres-good-point-made-on-abc-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91269050</id><published>2003-03-24T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T00:51:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About 12:30 am or so..just heard Saddam on TV, live feed from Iraq....seems taped, cut and edited, no specific references to anything. Especially to the last few key events in the last few days. Good chance that Saddam is dead.Let me give you quick rundown of his speech..."I am Saddam, gift from Allah.  Fight for Allah and you shall be rewarded. Defend the homeland for Allah and for the jihad..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91269050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91269050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91269050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91269050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/about-1230-am-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91260895</id><published>2003-03-23T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T20:58:37.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SHAME ON YOU Michael Moore. Hey guess what Mike? You're nobody. You're an entertainer...the world wouldn't miss you at all. Unlike the leaders and troops that fight for the freedom you enjoy to speak your ignorant mind on stage in front of millions and making more ignorant people misinformed. You are the real criminal. SHAME ON YOU.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91260895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91260895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91260895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91260895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/shame-on-you-michael-moore.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91252897</id><published>2003-03-23T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T18:18:36.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that anti-war demonstrations for peace, always require a large police presence costing tons of money but pro-war demonstrations dont require any police? And 911 lines are jammed by people fearing that the anti-war protestors will cause mayhem and violence?Just as 90% of all people in the Middle East love America, most people in America support the troops and the war. What we see on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91252897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91252897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91252897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91252897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/why-is-it-that-anti-war-demonstrations.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><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-5184190.post-91143629</id><published>2003-03-21T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T12:38:41.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me get this right..Americans and British go in and liberate Iraq but France says they want to play a role in the aftermath? How about "NO FREAKING WAY."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/feeds/91143629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5184190&amp;postID=91143629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91143629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5184190/posts/default/91143629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bochen.blogspot.com/2003/03/let-me-get-this-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
