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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-38559964.post-6212210219255468107</id><published>2008-09-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T09:24:28.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its difficult</title><content type='html'>PRESSURED!&lt;br /&gt;boiling water in a pressure cooker.&lt;br /&gt;what happens next!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes BOOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-6212210219255468107?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6212210219255468107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=6212210219255468107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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link...SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;haven't been doing much so far.guess my life is o so monotonous that i can't blog regularly&lt;br /&gt;maybe my life ain't eventful or maybe it is eventful just that i DON'T give a shit!&lt;br /&gt;i think the 3 choice is probably right^^&lt;br /&gt;ok a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;still busy with band as always...if you call that being busy&lt;br /&gt;about band, well things have been pretty much smooth sailing throughout&lt;br /&gt;playing one of the most, i mean the MOST difficult piece throughout my band life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNES THIRD SYMPHONY&lt;br /&gt;somehow the word SYMPHONY just makes it sound so so difficult and impressive&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts on the piece.&lt;br /&gt;to me this is one of the most emotionally challenging piece which is why i really like it&lt;br /&gt;Sadness joy sarcasm reflection, there's just so many feelings and emotion that almost makes this piece a HUMAN being. like normally pieces are composed to describe landscapes , for various moods, blah blah blah...this work by barnes really just take feelings out of you and put it in sound. with that i can't say that i'm looking forward to ending my 3 years in spband with a piece like that...that is if i end in 3 years=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is about school.&lt;br /&gt;FYP is being sucha bloody fucking piece of shit and i will have to get it done too soon.&lt;br /&gt;And of course results...for once i think imma the luckiest person ever to challenge the SP=sure pass label.like really lucky..i shall not elaborate but lets just say i had results JUST enough to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff next...&lt;br /&gt;for all you readers who want some funny shit, be it to cheer yourself up or just looking for something to waste your life away laughing check out the youtube's COMEDY section.&lt;br /&gt;some stuff to recommend, the new russell peter's( yeah he's taking it to a new level)&lt;br /&gt;if i do continue with updating this blog yes i'll paste links next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dlpiasdsdpleepoeepvesasdapepyassaocaspu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1228034527355135893?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1228034527355135893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=1228034527355135893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1228034527355135893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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more responsible with my studies&lt;br /&gt;3. to be a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;!!! ( this really depends on them=X )&lt;br /&gt;4. try for solo comp? (TRY TRY only!)&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;5. to try to fulfill next year resolution if i fail this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back into the past year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; then again what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently trying to study for my programming test it seems like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i have to make it through the night to study i will blog.MAYBE... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just trying to waste time&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps me awake to think of shit to write here and sometimes the shit traumatise me so much that i can't sleep the whole night so it works&lt;br /&gt;people you really should try this. If it works you stay awake if it doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; in deeper shit=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#include &lt;iostream&gt;&lt;br /&gt;using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;namespace&lt;/span&gt; std;&lt;br /&gt;class shit&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;private :&lt;br /&gt;            double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;public :&lt;br /&gt;            shit(){}&lt;br /&gt;            shit (double free,double full,double deep)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt;=free;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;=full;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt;=deep;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;getshit&lt;/span&gt; (void);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;computeNdisplay&lt;/span&gt;(void)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;totalshit&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt; : " &lt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; ",&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; ", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt; : " &lt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;endl&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt;"Total SHIT: " &lt;&lt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;totalshit&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;&lt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;endl&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;};&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;void shit::&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;getshit&lt;/span&gt;()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; "Please key in shitfree level : ";&lt;br /&gt;cin &gt;&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;shitfree&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;endl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt;"Please key in shitfull level : ";&lt;br /&gt;cin &gt;&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;shitfull&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cout&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;endl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;&lt;"Please key in deepshit level: ";&lt;br /&gt;cin &gt;&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;};&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a real program,its revision&lt;br /&gt;but i swear you're shitted if u even try this;)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-2394632366981363828?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2394632366981363828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=2394632366981363828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2394632366981363828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2394632366981363828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-1098459027080430029</id><published>2007-10-06T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:16:39.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember remember...</title><content type='html'>;) remember remember the 4ofoctober;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1098459027080430029?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-2230971753561476014</id><published>2007-10-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T09:16:37.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remember remember...</title><content type='html'>;) remember remember the 4ofoctober;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-2230971753561476014?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2230971753561476014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=2230971753561476014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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we played together as a batch.&lt;br /&gt;just like how each and every single one of us has a purpose for playing.&lt;br /&gt;Music is how you wish to interpret it.&lt;br /&gt;Warcyre wasn't too bad i think its quite possible=x&lt;br /&gt;inter communication skills=s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-5762125935856467617?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5762125935856467617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=5762125935856467617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/5762125935856467617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; empty on one part of my life and brimming with enthusiasm on the other;)&lt;br /&gt;was watching this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corda&lt;/span&gt; D &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oro&lt;/span&gt;. Its basically about this girl who got this magic violin for this pixie thing. with that she joins a school music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; with "music" students.&lt;br /&gt;It really shows how different people have different view and attitude towards this simple yet complicated thing called music.Their purpose and passion.&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming band projects&lt;br /&gt;my first MD&lt;br /&gt;and Alumni concert. to play with meaning ya!&lt;br /&gt;And something bout animes they always seem to contain the same values and purposes in the shows no matter what different type of genre be it supernatural or futuristic.i wonder how people don't get bored even though the basic foundation and meaning is the same.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update more frequently now...SINCE ITS the START of school and interesting things are bound to happen=x&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-38559964.post-9199390694689596159</id><published>2007-08-20T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:03:25.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like woah...</title><content type='html'>woot its 6.02 am&lt;br /&gt;yc have been studying for 9 hours straight;)     (9 hours of maths ain't that bad)  =X&lt;br /&gt;+ one hour of jogging no sleep!&lt;br /&gt;still wide awake&lt;br /&gt;it really feels good. the morning breeze against your skin and the morning air into your lungs and the morning peace into mind! like woah. o wait its not even morning-.-&lt;br /&gt;alright well so far blown 2 papers away 2 more to go 1 coming in 3 hours time..&lt;br /&gt;always wondered why i wouldn't start studying earlier..the easier way out??&lt;br /&gt;enjoy now suffer later mentality will soon become enjoy now suffer forever in the long term so people stop if you think its worth it=p&lt;br /&gt;i used to think it did anyway....&lt;br /&gt;haha getting used to this ain't that bad ya ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-9199390694689596159?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/9199390694689596159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=9199390694689596159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/9199390694689596159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/9199390694689596159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=8037424335003415474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8037424335003415474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8037424335003415474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-matter.html' title='no matter...'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-900130274209550669</id><published>2007-08-10T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:25:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ivedecided</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've decided to wait for you till your attached and happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.i'm sorry.i wish you well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-900130274209550669?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/900130274209550669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=900130274209550669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/900130274209550669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/900130274209550669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/ivedecided.html' title='ivedecided'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4458613144271707264</id><published>2007-08-03T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:46:58.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks all</title><content type='html'>THANKS TO THOSE PEOPLE WHO WISHED ME ;)&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to people who made my 18 birthday memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the cards and a present;X&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;well coughing got a little better but now hardcore bleeding from the nose like wtf&lt;br /&gt;not a pretty sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this phrase&lt;br /&gt;"life can be so great and so beautiful,all you have to do is just go outside and see what life has to offer!"&lt;br /&gt;it shld be my motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking bout when i shld study but i realize it shld be asap-.-&lt;br /&gt;alumni prac sat and sun full days&lt;br /&gt;1 week to study! ok&lt;br /&gt;i needa start;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-4458613144271707264?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4458613144271707264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=4458613144271707264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4458613144271707264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4458613144271707264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/thanks-all.html' title='thanks all'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-8836186559161803875</id><published>2007-07-31T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:08:55.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-8836186559161803875?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8836186559161803875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=8836186559161803875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8836186559161803875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8836186559161803875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-2588098450625526778</id><published>2007-07-31T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:06:58.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough*</title><content type='html'>*cough**cough**cough*&lt;br /&gt;knns cough till damn tired liao-.-&lt;br /&gt;anyways test today was ok;)&lt;br /&gt;but boring day in all&lt;br /&gt;fever in the morning fever all thru the night~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-2588098450625526778?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2588098450625526778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=2588098450625526778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2588098450625526778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2588098450625526778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/cough.html' title='*cough*'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-982157877117009643</id><published>2007-07-30T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:25:33.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i swear</title><content type='html'>i swear i'm super sick!&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;tmr test and report *cough*&lt;br /&gt;wed labtest + gems test&lt;br /&gt;thursday project 2 report*cough**cough*&lt;br /&gt;fri i still dunno&lt;br /&gt;sat prac for 1230pm till late&lt;br /&gt;sun dunno*cough**cough**cough**cough**cough*&lt;br /&gt;wadda week wadda jag=x&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;srry dun mind the coughs&lt;br /&gt;but thts how freaking much i'm coughing-.-&lt;br /&gt;*cough**cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) *cough* *cough* *cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-982157877117009643?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/982157877117009643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=982157877117009643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/982157877117009643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/982157877117009643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-swear.html' title='i swear'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4166598841210368286</id><published>2007-07-29T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T09:38:44.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry for being weak rash reckless&lt;br /&gt;for being childish and stupid&lt;br /&gt;unable to get over you&lt;br /&gt;for being a coward unable to accept reality&lt;br /&gt;for the things i said that hurt you - unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;for trying to put you behind&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i want the best for you&lt;br /&gt;thankew for everything.the letters the handmade gifts the memories the pictures&lt;br /&gt;you gave in many times tolerated me&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be replaced as you're special&lt;br /&gt;these memories will not die or be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the best i can.&lt;br /&gt;all the best to you.take care.may you find someone worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;this ends how it started i love you bebot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-4166598841210368286?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4166598841210368286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=4166598841210368286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4166598841210368286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4166598841210368286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-5361578614885524241</id><published>2007-07-29T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:55:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just because i'm not...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't love blind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you open my eyes with the things that you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shattered memories like broken glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it seemed so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its easy to leave now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for all was my fault now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the kindest heart i found i lowered into the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my tears forever with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I always gave eternal love another chance...Say the words, I wanna hear... all over again Consuming love, my only reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well had a great concert-IBM&lt;br /&gt;the energy between the audience and the band was really good i feel&lt;br /&gt;many pictures&lt;br /&gt;wasn't feeling the best becos of a freakin sorethroat&lt;br /&gt;now looking forward to MD&lt;br /&gt;its time to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never knew how much you hurt me just because im not....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-5361578614885524241?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5361578614885524241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=5361578614885524241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/5361578614885524241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/5361578614885524241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-because-im-not.html' title='just because i&apos;m not...'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-6623672127889042316</id><published>2007-07-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T11:17:09.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did what i could</title><content type='html'>i did what i could&lt;br /&gt;i tried what i can&lt;br /&gt;just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; attention&lt;br /&gt;i tried&lt;br /&gt;fine now you hate me&lt;br /&gt;its fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried to explain&lt;br /&gt;do what you want&lt;br /&gt;blame all you want&lt;br /&gt;i tried&lt;br /&gt;whats in the past will be in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried to live in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;but no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried to get back&lt;br /&gt;but got a NEVER&lt;br /&gt;now u think all are lies&lt;br /&gt;you hate me&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;explanation's&lt;/span&gt; rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thts&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; left&lt;br /&gt;i'll do the romanticide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT"S OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of life's greatest regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-6623672127889042316?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4057099629518140826</id><published>2007-07-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:43:23.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learn to read my tale through the blood i bled'/><title type='text'>lies?</title><content type='html'>i know ur reading this so here i go...&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna see me anymore when have you wanted to see me&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i've asked you out.NOT once&lt;br /&gt;you know ur important to me but am i important to you i guess not&lt;br /&gt;you come online just to say hi and bye&lt;br /&gt;you talk to me on the phone just hi and bye&lt;br /&gt;you got all the time in the world for your frens except&lt;br /&gt;does everything in this blog says tht i'm over you&lt;br /&gt;i was not.and would not be&lt;br /&gt;can't you read my pain.&lt;br /&gt;my twosided stands&lt;br /&gt;and what you think i lied?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i did lie not to you but to myself&lt;br /&gt;thinking that u'll still give a damn bout me?&lt;br /&gt;yes its my fault my fault for initiating the breakup.&lt;br /&gt;all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i regret and i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;i've got frens around me just like you do... the thing is that i dun give u up for them viceversa&lt;br /&gt;how bout u?&lt;br /&gt;ur world is your frens now? ain't it ?&lt;br /&gt;you have no use for one guy filled with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;yeah you don't care anymore?&lt;br /&gt;of course you can say that, it doesn't matter to you."&lt;br /&gt;twoppl whom loved each other dearly,cant be together because of circumstances.cruel isnt it?im sorry for the pain ive caused you."&lt;br /&gt;you know that i still wanna be with you i made sure u knew that.&lt;br /&gt;love can forgive?&lt;br /&gt;u rather let us be in this state than to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i not worthy&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i know we can never be togetherand i wish someone would replace meand make you even happier.that is the day when i would be truly happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know we could be tgr if you gave us a chance.&lt;br /&gt;did you even think that we could still be tgr obviously not&lt;br /&gt;you told me&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;that was the word&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;made me lose all my hope&lt;br /&gt;i cried&lt;br /&gt;i asked why?&lt;br /&gt;did u come back no infact you lived ur life well&lt;br /&gt;u've got frens. all the time&lt;br /&gt;and me..&lt;br /&gt;u really think that i can get over u?&lt;br /&gt;u already did i guess thats why its so easy for you&lt;br /&gt;to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dun want u to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure i wouldn't affect much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't blame you in fact is all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i took you for granted.i treated you bad&lt;br /&gt;and i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;you want me out of your life its fine&lt;br /&gt;but you have to know i'v been honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with frens or without i still miss u and am alone without you&lt;br /&gt;just like how you're irreplaceble and how i am honest with u.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;i'm honest with my feelings to you&lt;br /&gt;everyone who reads this blog can see this i've got nothing to hide bout you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you truly understand what i have to say and intend&lt;br /&gt;its up to you to choose.&lt;br /&gt;its all over.or there's a chance&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;take care.i'll miss you.all the best in whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-4057099629518140826?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4057099629518140826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=4057099629518140826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4057099629518140826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4057099629518140826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/lies.html' title='lies?'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-9120069321821104005</id><published>2007-07-25T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T09:25:44.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i see the pictures it used to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i see the pictures alas it ain't me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i see a picture you with another guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i so hope that it could be me.it'll never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i see the pictures with me in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it slowly turns to grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;slowly but gradually turns to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ITS STELLA'S BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;so happy birthday stella!&lt;br /&gt;long long day today, after school met Charles and Keith after school to watch some pyscho shit&lt;br /&gt;then walk town...town seems to have change so much! where are the uniforms=X&lt;br /&gt;then met the everyonelovesus family games were rather fun lol&lt;br /&gt;then lan at kovan&lt;br /&gt;tired la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-9120069321821104005?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/9120069321821104005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=9120069321821104005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/9120069321821104005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/9120069321821104005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/picture.html' title='a picture'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-7117193510537110986</id><published>2007-07-24T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:36:28.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting used to life....</title><content type='html'>i can do this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway IBM is coming up...&lt;br /&gt;and exams&lt;br /&gt;and the day where boy becomes man =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling really tired and moody lately,dunno why&lt;br /&gt;yc's losing energy i needa recharge&lt;br /&gt;a new inspiration ??&lt;br /&gt;a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody ooohhhh somebody will anybody find me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-7117193510537110986?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7117193510537110986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=7117193510537110986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/7117193510537110986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/7117193510537110986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-used-to-life.html' title='getting used to life....'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-1361356867756189938</id><published>2007-07-19T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:27:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>results orientated?</title><content type='html'>finally competetion's over....silver hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;what does silver means?&lt;br /&gt;73%-79%??&lt;br /&gt;compared to what level???&lt;br /&gt;ok shall not rant;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway results are impt to ppl i guess.as long as the work for smthing they want a reward to prove that they've been there done that.anyway it was enjoyable while it lasted&lt;br /&gt;congrats to sp clarinets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too contented.aim i can but not work..sighs lazy boy=X&lt;br /&gt;many things to look forward to..IBM, aug concert with the saints! and of course semester exam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o screwit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1361356867756189938?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1361356867756189938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=1361356867756189938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1361356867756189938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1361356867756189938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/results-orientated.html' title='results orientated?'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-5720744320848778253</id><published>2007-07-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:26:34.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whooohooo reborn...</title><content type='html'>Sup people who don't exist tht bother checking this place out( cause people hardly come here anyway)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;yc's back...as if he's reborn&lt;br /&gt;well in a sense reborn with a different view of things&lt;br /&gt;smarter abit;)&lt;br /&gt;my slumber has been rewarded&lt;br /&gt;my mind cleared&lt;br /&gt;my heart's in peace&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;mst 3/4 failed!&lt;br /&gt;its ok ;)          lying to oneself is not a bad thing=p&lt;br /&gt;clarinet fest one more day which is on wed....&lt;em&gt;que sara sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so clear now it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;i've got closure       quote "We'll never get back together."&lt;br /&gt;sad is sad.but it clears everything up doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;single and abit available...it has a nice ring to it eh;)&lt;br /&gt;anyway thanks to a few ppl like weiyi for the comfort during these periods=)&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-5720744320848778253?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5720744320848778253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=5720744320848778253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/5720744320848778253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/5720744320848778253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/whooohooo-reborn.html' title='whooohooo reborn...'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4651739564887837739</id><published>2007-06-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T08:32:13.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the emptiness is filling me</title><content type='html'>sometimes i just need some attention&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just need some concern&lt;br /&gt;i hate how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats why i'm always trying to cheer people up.&lt;br /&gt;whether i'm still sad or happy.&lt;br /&gt;just don't like others to feel like there's no one for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm not who i am no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i hate this i hate this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in every dream i have i say i'm not in love with you but everyday i say i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;study study what the fuck is wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ahhh fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-4651739564887837739?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4651739564887837739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=4651739564887837739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4651739564887837739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4651739564887837739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/emptiness-is-filling-me.html' title='the emptiness is filling me'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-3547672758370209029</id><published>2007-06-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T07:11:35.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover...</title><content type='html'>In the midst of mst a student,wakes up at night.&lt;br /&gt;only to find his past year's papers crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;his room was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;he thought "what the f**k"&lt;br /&gt;whose in here!?&lt;br /&gt;then out of nowhere " RWARRRRR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;he jumped backed in shock.&lt;br /&gt;an image begin materialising....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it?&lt;br /&gt;what can it be?&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;mst is fine so far flunk one confirm.&lt;br /&gt;the other not so sure&lt;br /&gt;hahaha like i'm 2/4 in shit alr&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to go to see how much shit i'm in ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Took your soul out into the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; My heart was blinded by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've been addicted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And as you move on, remember me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Remember us and all we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'd be the father of your child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I cannot live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You have been the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-3547672758370209029?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3547672758370209029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=3547672758370209029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/3547672758370209029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/3547672758370209029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='Goodbye my lover...'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-8730313842119840008</id><published>2007-06-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T10:29:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in my own prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;everything i do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the words i write and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the emotions i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the thoughts i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it just seems to create a wall of judgement around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it feels like i'm losing myself to the reflections of the walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i never thought that even a small feeling could put me in such a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;caught in my own prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;living the life sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems to me that my past will never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;willing unwilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i never ever thought that you would even go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;this prison's making me blind from the harsh reality of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hohoho finished band camp like finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nothing much happened nothing really interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mst is still not really done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and clar choir must practise i need a bass clarinet=s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-8730313842119840008?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8730313842119840008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=8730313842119840008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8730313842119840008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8730313842119840008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/caught-in-my-own-prison.html' title='caught in my own prison'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-1886314423940027392</id><published>2007-06-16T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:59:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o well</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First things first, i'm tired of the cynics and presumptuous people . Had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake friends. if people wanna be pessimistic about their friends, the relationship between themselves and others seriously i can't do a thing but then without the minimum trust how can you work with others?&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to friends i'll like to give my trust to them.see if i get theirs back.if some how i get betrayed or the person is not what i expect to be. its like o well.a fifty fifty chance&lt;br /&gt;we have to build that trust i think its really important.&lt;br /&gt;Don't build a wall around yourself .Don't change yourself and how you think because of what people say.Think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this part is for you know who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k&lt;/i&gt;kaes next part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FUCKS( the italics can't change&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;finally its ok anyway,&lt;br /&gt;if its in the past leave it in the past&lt;br /&gt;if its in the past but ur still thinking bout it&lt;br /&gt;3 questions : Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;                       How is it gonna be different?&lt;br /&gt;most importantly are you gonna be happy&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you would get over it some how&lt;br /&gt;if not you'll always have a fren in me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Each one of us is tied to something in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;a bondage whether we like it or not.for it we'll do what we never think we'll do&lt;br /&gt;swallow the pride.work for it.and what not&lt;br /&gt;i want to be free though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But life still goes on&lt;br /&gt;I cant get used to living without living without&lt;br /&gt;Living without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to live alone hey&lt;br /&gt;God knows got to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;So baby cant you see&lt;br /&gt;Ive got to break free" from queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;each one one&lt;br /&gt;cheer up. one for me&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1886314423940027392?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1886314423940027392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=1886314423940027392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1886314423940027392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1886314423940027392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-well.html' title='o well'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-608262752646658755</id><published>2007-06-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:40:29.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Holiday for the past week so not much stuff bout school.&lt;br /&gt;i've been a healthy boy for the past few days.exercising=s&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i was on the court.good to see so many old friends and school mates, some from primary school even=s&lt;br /&gt;after toasting myself in the sun when to kovan to play lan&lt;br /&gt;was quit pissed off at one point during the game so i kept banging the mouse&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok tht sounds wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; =p&lt;br /&gt;then the uncle dude put a popup on all our comps.. " bang mouse dun let me hear.no refund.and you guys can get the fuck out of my shop".&lt;br /&gt;fierce sia lols&lt;br /&gt;vern was like dun bang mouse bang his mom.&lt;br /&gt;anyway that uncle dude is always trying to be a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;as usual after eating we went to our usual spot and sat like banglas =X&lt;br /&gt;we were talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if malaysia attacks sgp.&lt;br /&gt;then we started many jokes bout&lt;br /&gt;"o they got tankers fighter jets what not, but they no money to buy fuel"&lt;br /&gt;there were more bullshit then this but if i posted it here. you'll probably see me in the papers=p&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;was damn boring game the whole day i needa start studying &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;opps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I walk with the crowd, alone,&lt;br /&gt;Unseen, or am I imagining?&lt;br /&gt;it's easy keep hiding at home&lt;br /&gt;Still healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teach myself how to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;When they wish to behold me&lt;br /&gt;They may, take and divide my time&lt;br /&gt;The secret, no one told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like creatures of the night, they follow...&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the wrong side&lt;br /&gt;Is hard for me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This need I still can recognize&lt;br /&gt;To swim in the oceans of vanity&lt;br /&gt;Some of us enjoy the rain&lt;br /&gt;Choir: and thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me all the shadows are bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning in the starlight and I&lt;br /&gt;Hope to feel light as a kite&lt;br /&gt;And fly towards the twilight of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like creatures of the night, they follow...&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the wrong side&lt;br /&gt;Is hard for me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And now they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have disappointed my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing, they're demanding&lt;br /&gt;The unknown and innocent days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Taken without asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe, further away,&lt;br /&gt;I'll disappear like a mountain without a trace&lt;br /&gt;They tied a knot on my life&lt;br /&gt;It gets tighter when I try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They live like the vultures, for a filthy anecdote&lt;br /&gt;They go thru my bones to find just one odd note&lt;br /&gt;I welcomed them kindly, thus they have the right&lt;br /&gt;To leave me in darkness with my shattered heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A face of a newly wedded clown&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t offer you the high&lt;br /&gt;Now you're lower than the poor souls you feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built the walls out of silence&lt;br /&gt;I will not be taken there anymore&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Sad for the right reasons?&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you the ashes of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No empathy behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping like an angel every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel Safe,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t disappear without getting my last embrace&lt;br /&gt;They tied a knot on my life&lt;br /&gt;It gets tighter when I try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe, further away,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t disappear without getting my last embrace&lt;br /&gt;Once the time finally comes&lt;br /&gt;Will they dig me up from my unmarked grave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm healing;)&lt;br /&gt;but opps&lt;br /&gt;it follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon XXXXXX ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-608262752646658755?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/608262752646658755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=608262752646658755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/608262752646658755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/608262752646658755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-8479507085171180072</id><published>2007-06-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T07:59:07.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to tell you how i feel right now</title><content type='html'>Remember when we use to look how sun sets far away&lt;br /&gt;And how you said "This is never over"?&lt;br /&gt;I believed your everyword. I guess you did it too&lt;br /&gt;But now you say "Hey, let's think this over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand and pull me next to you, so close to you&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling do don't how the words&lt;br /&gt;I found one for you, kissed your cheek, said bye and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back 'cause I am crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember little things you hardly ever do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why I don't know why it's over&lt;br /&gt;I remember shooting stars, the walk we took that night&lt;br /&gt;I hope your wish came true; mine betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let my hand go, and you faked a smile for me&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I look deep in your eyes, hesitate a while&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, it's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah&lt;br /&gt;This could be... Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you walking hand in hand with long-haired drummer of the band&lt;br /&gt;In love with her, or so it seems, he's dancing with my beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;Don't even dare to say you "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;Still swallowing the goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I know the feeling it's still alive, still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my patience once, so do you punish me now?&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you, no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'll win you back for me if you give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing you must understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, it's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah&lt;br /&gt;This could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, it's easier to live alone than fear the time it's over&lt;br /&gt;Tallulah, find the words and talk to me, oh, Tallulah&lt;br /&gt;This could be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emostuff o well one post up =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-8479507085171180072?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8479507085171180072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=8479507085171180072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8479507085171180072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/8479507085171180072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/song-to-tell-you-how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='A song to tell you how i feel right now'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4388829784272792330</id><published>2007-06-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:13:52.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clean</title><content type='html'>its official. i'm s****e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep thinking bout the past to what avail&lt;br /&gt;it never seems to fade the colours still fresh&lt;br /&gt;every scene every picture every memory&lt;br /&gt;my heart yearns but reality hits me in the gut&lt;br /&gt;its all the best for your future.a future without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well looking on the brighter side of things...&lt;br /&gt;today was a freaking fun day..&lt;br /&gt;lab test over!&lt;br /&gt;and we went for a ride.marcus kelvin yong cun zhi jian and me.&lt;br /&gt;first stop was business block&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much there. or "cais"&lt;br /&gt;then on the way down yong cun start drawing the windows down on the passenger side to say hi to the girls&lt;br /&gt;then they all dare me to wave to the girls outside and i happened to see fang yu&lt;br /&gt;then i wave to fangyu she wave back and laugh or smile.&lt;br /&gt;then they all say "you got so powerful mehs".&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;next we decided to drive to NP quite boring since they having exams=s&lt;br /&gt;Gems was as usual boring..&lt;br /&gt;went for alittle self prac after that.&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reality punched me in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: 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title='clean'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-1347246965205517416</id><published>2007-06-05T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:17:53.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a problem</title><content type='html'>2b/22 was being an ass of a class today&lt;br /&gt;everyone was shooting here and there.&lt;br /&gt;so well...fun what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well band was good.it kinda sounds better and improve&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad and proud of mabel&lt;br /&gt;girl u can be so good when u want to keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;And yy the ever caring section leader&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping everyone to improve.&lt;br /&gt;i am pissed though&lt;br /&gt;why for every one good thing there must be a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;well, everyone is trying their best i don't see why some people should not be even trying.&lt;br /&gt;We can help each other but if you refuse we can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;there shouldn't be an ego problem accept that . So what if you did accomplish something "difficult" in the past no big shit right.&lt;br /&gt;there is always something more to it more to whatever you accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;yy taught me that.&lt;br /&gt;and for those people who talk only but no action. check urself if u think ur like that please change automatically dun wait till someone has to tell you it maybe too late for you and the section.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not perfect and i'm not good either.but i still think most importantly we have to try&lt;br /&gt;look at mabel perfect example&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the section and hope you fellow sectionmates are.&lt;br /&gt;lets work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we try so hard to no avail&lt;br /&gt;we wish for it&lt;br /&gt;hoped for it&lt;br /&gt;it never came&lt;br /&gt;if only the feelings in the&lt;br /&gt;pictures remained the same&lt;br /&gt;my freedom my feelings my pain&lt;br /&gt;to much for me to pay&lt;br /&gt;it will be the same i hope&lt;br /&gt;but i guess&lt;br /&gt;it'll nvr will&lt;br /&gt;cos the problem's ain't over,its never over&lt;br /&gt;till the day that we have changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1347246965205517416?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1347246965205517416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=1347246965205517416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1347246965205517416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/1347246965205517416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-got-problem_05.html' title='You&apos;ve got a problem'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-2846634561342524343</id><published>2007-06-05T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:53:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-2846634561342524343?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2846634561342524343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=2846634561342524343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2846634561342524343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/2846634561342524343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-got-problem.html' title='You&apos;ve got a problem'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-4135049687882410635</id><published>2007-06-04T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:03:55.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday.</title><content type='html'>monday today is just like any other monday.&lt;br /&gt;which is a not so good day for people like me.&lt;br /&gt;and people who dread going to school.&lt;br /&gt;it normally starts off with me trying to get up early*handphone rings for alarm*&lt;br /&gt;i heard a sound.&lt;br /&gt;an irritating sound.so i flip my handphone and press the red button.&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*handphone rings again*&lt;br /&gt;this would normally be 15 minutes later but still early if i went to school.so i flip my phone and press the red button&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*handphone rings for the freaking third time*&lt;br /&gt;well this third time is normally the time i would wake since i will only set 3 alarms the night before but i don't wake instead this happens&lt;br /&gt;i press the red button,menu,organizer, set alarm for another 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;*handphone rings again*&lt;br /&gt;this time i press the red button&lt;br /&gt;get out of my bed&lt;br /&gt;and damn i'm gonna be late&lt;br /&gt;so i rush&lt;br /&gt;and sure enough i'll be late for school.&lt;br /&gt;well its a monday thing ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-4135049687882410635?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4135049687882410635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=4135049687882410635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4135049687882410635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/4135049687882410635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/06/monday.html' title='monday.'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-1752351866257051734</id><published>2007-06-03T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T07:50:27.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look who's back ;)</title><content type='html'>i have a fren called XXXXXXthegreat ( not who u all think hor...sorry jeanna if ur reading this cos its not u ;)   )&lt;br /&gt;retarded aunty turdy but cute&lt;br /&gt;i consider this person to be trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;never fail to cheer me up when i'm emo and shit.&lt;br /&gt;so thankew^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sp band clarinet section&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed for being able to be part of this section&lt;br /&gt;lets work hard for the upcoming festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wondered how people can actually have so many things to blog about la&lt;br /&gt;like for me today i woke up eat sleep and shit...but  how can they have so much description in between that.for example" i woke up..then i felt hungry so i went to eat.after eating i felt like sleeping so i slept.then the food inside my stomach was digested so i felt like shitting and i shat.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;for me thats already alot of details...but then again if no details people also don't wanna read right&lt;br /&gt;ok wtf am i talking about.&lt;br /&gt;anyway guess i'll be blogging more often since i settled that google account bullshit&lt;br /&gt;cya ppl ard if there are any=X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-1752351866257051734?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-117501780709928941</id><published>2007-03-27T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:50:07.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WAB( what a biaaatch )</title><content type='html'>Haaaaaay to nobody....&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll be introducing a girl name hilda.&lt;br /&gt;hilda short, really short but thats nothing to note most girls are short.&lt;br /&gt;but wtf..hilda's a biaaatch. in fact i thot if ur physically ugly u should have a nice personality vice versa.SHOULD HAVE. i guess god was really unfair to her. =''(  BUT......&lt;br /&gt;i shan't blame god.&lt;br /&gt;well lets see....SWSY and HUAYI....er (thinking of something nice to say)&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! there's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's proud of them i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think they'll proud of her&lt;br /&gt;they can be good i won't be bias but with her NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;"The band dun listen to one another"&lt;br /&gt;who is she to comment i mean,&lt;br /&gt;Firstly ur not a good player in fact i think not good is a understatement...2 words YOU SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;secondly i can't even hear you , not that hearing u would be good since u have sucha a beautiful...NOT!!! sound&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly you have no right and that because...u just don't&lt;br /&gt;more like the band dowan to listen to hilda cos she can't play+(&lt;br /&gt;saded.On how incapable people wanna try to comment.&lt;br /&gt;just be humble have a open mind (quoted from various peeps)&lt;br /&gt;well well what else.&lt;br /&gt;o i didn't point no middle finger =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-117501780709928941?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-117104073971141247</id><published>2007-02-09T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:05:39.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black And White</title><content type='html'>I'm black your white...&lt;br /&gt;          Grey.A boring shade.or is it a colour.&lt;br /&gt;Little by little turning grey. never definate never sure.&lt;br /&gt;For evenly mixed its still grey never one side nor the other.&lt;br /&gt;a little more white,a little less black its still grey.never pure,will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-117104073971141247?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/117104073971141247/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-116878813868444352</id><published>2007-01-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:22:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sp concert</title><content type='html'>hmmmm the concert ain't too bad ...actually not bad at all...&lt;br /&gt;they actually had the seniors left one by one..&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking&lt;br /&gt;SASMB&lt;br /&gt;same great name...&lt;br /&gt;as the seniors leaves is it still the same band?&lt;br /&gt;the music...would it be different&lt;br /&gt;i certainly hope not...&lt;br /&gt;music there just feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its easy to love you cause baby u are beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-116878813868444352?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/116878813868444352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=116878813868444352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116878813868444352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116878813868444352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/01/sp-concert.html' title='Sp concert'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-116844118727668195</id><published>2007-01-10T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T06:59:47.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And all the Fun...saints</title><content type='html'>Today school...BIG problem with pbil for peee which is like wtf! PEEE CAN KILL....21 more days left&lt;br /&gt;Its not all bad though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the art of living is not to do what you like but to like what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats so damn true like i don't really think i'm good at maths and calculations and stuff but wtf...engineering!!! how...what to do...&lt;br /&gt;i did one whole big wrong move to end up in that.And lived in denial that its no big deal ,thinking i could cope...shit happened man.Happened big time.time to clean up this mess 21 more days...&lt;br /&gt;something in me tells me i can.Results tells me i can't.SO stressed...i need to prove something to myself&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left school to meet my inspiration=)&lt;br /&gt;This is why she's a inspiration to me&lt;br /&gt;1.She's hardworking i guess even though she's lazy at times but she's hardworking when she needs to be. which is so unlike me&lt;br /&gt;2.She's been through much bullshit(more than me i guess)but still knows and believes that its something from a higher calling&lt;br /&gt;3.She's always smiling and here for me(well most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;And girl, i love ya^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met gar at ps,crapped crapped crapped then sajc for prac&lt;br /&gt;prac was SHORT...&lt;br /&gt;Then dinner and crapped crapped crapped more&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in Sas you guys rock! xcept gar ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr gonna be the most hated day of the week&lt;br /&gt;Hooooooo...sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the art of living is not to do what you like but to like what you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thts the quote of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-116844118727668195?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/116844118727668195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=116844118727668195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116844118727668195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116844118727668195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-all-funsaints.html' title='And all the Fun...saints'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38559964.post-116834949577228615</id><published>2007-01-09T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T05:31:35.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by...</title><content type='html'>Well... this being the first post is gonna be like most first posts. The word for it is awkward. I don’t keep a dairy and this is my first time blogging. So bear with me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure that most of us are inspired by someone or some events that changes our life, the way we do things. Some of us are inspired to do big things like committing themselves to solve the many problems in the world. Some small like being inspired to write an article. But whatever it is, Inspiration is a “super weapon” .A weapon that can allow us to live our dreams, to do the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;It motivates, gives passion and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it. Dennis P. Kimbro&lt;br /&gt;To those weary and in need of motivation, Be Inspired. And never ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough of random inspiring quotes and all. Go inspire someone today! (Wow life advertisements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I’ve got lotsa commitments, there’s SAB which is totally kickass.&lt;br /&gt;And there’s sucky like exams coming up soon. Too soon.  Today I’ve decided to go full speed ahead for this semester. 90 marks and above maybe tough but sure ain’t  impossible.  Moreover I don’t really have a choice (crap it)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep the motivation up and I sure can’t wait for alumni performances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 more days to go…do or die =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38559964-116834949577228615?l=cube-of-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/116834949577228615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38559964&amp;postID=116834949577228615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116834949577228615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38559964/posts/default/116834949577228615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cube-of-glass.blogspot.com/2007/01/inspired-by.html' title='Inspired by...'/><author><name>yoke3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07179394935432640427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
