<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775</id><updated>2009-02-20T22:12:19.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GRAND ENDAVOURS OF..</title><subtitle type='html'>Mr. Slightly</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775.post-111178486459523938</id><published>2005-03-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:07:44.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/syncmasta/bardspam.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625775-111178486459523938?l=mrslightly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/111178486459523938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11625775&amp;postID=111178486459523938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111178486459523938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111178486459523938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/2005/03/pic-of-week.html' title='Pic of the week'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01590491037264135743'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775.post-111175666537374956</id><published>2005-03-25T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T05:23:01.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss of the day</title><content type='html'>Ninja [metal gear solid]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/syncmasta/ninja.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may well be my favourite boss of all time. The first time I met him I was simply struck down by pure awe. I mean, you dont find a cooler sentence than "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make me feel it, make me feel alive again!"&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously. And hes a ninja god damn it! A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cyborg ninja&lt;/span&gt;! This guy rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625775-111175666537374956?l=mrslightly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/111175666537374956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11625775&amp;postID=111175666537374956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111175666537374956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111175666537374956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/2005/03/boss-of-day.html' title='Boss of the day'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01590491037264135743'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775.post-111171867758432137</id><published>2005-03-24T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:44:37.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current videogame</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/syncmasta/zelda2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this picture is way cooler than the actual box that came with the game. which im sure you all have seen anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zelda: The Ocarnia of Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. the  Zelda series.. These games get me off in ways I fail to describe. Now, the graphics isnt what they used to be back in the days of yore, but the gameplay! Oh my.. this game is just filled with splendour in all its forms. And the fact that you can actually go fishing never fails to amuse me. But the thing I like the most about it though, is the bosses. Im a big fan of bosses, especially the Zelda type. These big nasty things with theyre name all across the screen. And the oh so clever ways in which you have to destroy them. Marvelous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625775-111171867758432137?l=mrslightly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/111171867758432137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11625775&amp;postID=111171867758432137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111171867758432137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111171867758432137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/2005/03/current-videogame.html' title='Current videogame'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01590491037264135743'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775.post-111169100252548051</id><published>2005-03-24T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:17:17.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/syncmasta/alley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the alley was tiresome. People were always passing through, pointing and laughing. Mr. Slightly shed many a tear in the alley. Especially at night, when all were quiet. Staring up into the sky at night, Mr. Slightly felt something trying to  move deep inside of him. "Mother", he whispered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625775-111169100252548051?l=mrslightly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/111169100252548051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11625775&amp;postID=111169100252548051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111169100252548051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111169100252548051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/2005/03/alley.html' title='The alley'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01590491037264135743'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11625775.post-111153246531505861</id><published>2005-03-22T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T11:08:33.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/syncmasta/082204_Arch_egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Slightly hatched from an egg. The egg was somewhat big in size, but an egg nontheless. No one knew where it came from, and no one really cared. It had just appeared as from nowhere. In an alley. Immediatly upon birth, Mr. Slightly felt lonely. He began roaming the streets at a very early age, sleeping in the alley at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11625775-111153246531505861?l=mrslightly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/feeds/111153246531505861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11625775&amp;postID=111153246531505861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111153246531505861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11625775/posts/default/111153246531505861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrslightly.blogspot.com/2005/03/egg.html' title='The egg'/><author><name>Mr. Slightly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161475687410015184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01590491037264135743'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>