<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081</id><updated>2011-07-31T20:57:27.958+10:00</updated><category term='second'/><category term='awesomeness'/><category term='Badass'/><category term='start'/><category term='attraction'/><category term='Fuck this'/><title type='text'>Life is like a mirror...</title><subtitle type='html'>... sometimes it gets fogged up by the mist of Reality.

Try wiping it with your Faith,

and see the clear reflections of your Dreams.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-1705184331599128515</id><published>2009-06-30T03:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T03:07:55.971+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SO many things...</title><content type='html'>I fucking regret ... but if i could go back in time, i wouldn't change a single thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would just make the same mistakes &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-1705184331599128515?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1705184331599128515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1705184331599128515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1705184331599128515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things.html' title='SO many things...'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-5589293946096494461</id><published>2009-06-29T16:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:07:03.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The words I never said</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for showing me the other side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so amazing, so captivating, so alluring, so incredible, so unique and so impossibly beautiful both in person and in soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-5589293946096494461?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/5589293946096494461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-i-never-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/5589293946096494461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/5589293946096494461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-i-never-said.html' title='The words I never said'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-4533549280083317327</id><published>2009-06-29T12:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:26:12.397+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Until the world comes to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCgl7ksUYAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cCgl7ksUYAs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone in the big city,&lt;br /&gt;thrown away like an empty can.&lt;br /&gt;If love is love until we know everything about each other&lt;br /&gt;Then let's sleep forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the world come to an end, we won't be apart.&lt;br /&gt;I wished it for countless nights&lt;br /&gt;Why do only the irretrievable times shine?&lt;br /&gt;Even the worn-out heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;Melancholically fleeting thoughts... on this tragedy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, people seek an answer&lt;br /&gt;And lose something that's irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;A city filled with desires, even the stardust&lt;br /&gt;in the night skies doesn't shine on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the world comes to an end, please make me listen.&lt;br /&gt;A catastrophy well suited to a flower in full bloom...&lt;br /&gt;While everyone wishes, no one believes in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;...Even so, they certainly dream about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Short-lived days and... this tragedy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the world come to an end, we won't be apart.&lt;br /&gt;I wished it for countless nights&lt;br /&gt;Why do only the irretrievable times shine?&lt;br /&gt;Even the worn-out heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;Melancholically fleeting thoughts... on this tragedy night&lt;br /&gt;This tragedy night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-4533549280083317327?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4533549280083317327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-world-comes-to-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4533549280083317327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4533549280083317327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-world-comes-to-end.html' title='Until the world comes to an end.'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-8839459160536780669</id><published>2009-06-29T11:08:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:28:19.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the glittering moment  - = [ 煌めく瞬間に捕われて ] = -</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3yq6lb9AmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3yq6lb9AmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awakening&lt;br /&gt;from an intense dream&lt;br /&gt;to the strongly sunlit morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening&lt;br /&gt;to my favorite tune&lt;br /&gt;I toss the shirt I'm washing over my arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy last night said in a tired voice,&lt;br /&gt;"I want some excitement"   "I want to break up now."&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught by the glittering moment, I want to be enthralled&lt;br /&gt;Repenting isn't wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;but after all you're not alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears starting to overflow are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;People will, once again, be able to spend time&lt;br /&gt;on an unending journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Short Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, let's take&lt;br /&gt;just a little detour,&lt;br /&gt;and walk to the station.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delighting in&lt;br /&gt;the unfamiliar scenery,&lt;br /&gt;on a whim, we entered the corner thrift shop for a look.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Something's unusual... Looking across the tatami mat&lt;br /&gt;at an angle, there's definitely&lt;br /&gt;something new over there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught by the glittering moment, I want to be enthralled&lt;br /&gt;Repenting isn't wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;but after all you're not alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears starting to overflow are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;People will, once again, be able to spend time&lt;br /&gt;on an unending journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Caught by the glittering moment, I want to be enthralled&lt;br /&gt;Repenting isn't wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;but after all you're not alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears starting to overflow are beautiful&lt;br /&gt;People will, once again, be able to spend time&lt;br /&gt;on an unending journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-8839459160536780669?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8839459160536780669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-in-glittering-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8839459160536780669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8839459160536780669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/caught-in-glittering-moment.html' title='Caught in the glittering moment  - = [ 煌めく瞬間に捕われて ] = -'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-6735087375953632260</id><published>2009-06-28T07:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:26:07.881+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll never forget.</title><content type='html'>It felt like my whole world shattered when I cried in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, it felt like you were trying your hardest to pick up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess sometimes good bye's the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my first and only love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-6735087375953632260?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/6735087375953632260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/6735087375953632260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/6735087375953632260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-never-forget.html' title='I&apos;ll never forget.'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-5552533516934768254</id><published>2009-06-19T04:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T04:52:40.043+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Old But Brilliant</title><content type='html'>I know gundam wing is so old that it sat next to jesus christ in third grade, but fuck the songs are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7P0phyE2to&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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/&gt;*nodz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-197183151719460725?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/197183151719460725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-bear-white-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/197183151719460725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/197183151719460725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-bear-white-bear.html' title='White Bear White Bear'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-1712691811707229308</id><published>2009-06-18T16:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:23:16.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="font-family:arial, verdana"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/surveys.php?s=1021" target="_blank" title="Experience Project-- Connecting People through Shared Experiences"&gt;Getting To Know Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;1) Hair Color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;2) Height&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Too Fcking Short&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;3) Right or Left Handed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Tots Ambidextrous - Can masturbate with both hands&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;4) Your Weakness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;How incredibly handsome I am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;5) Your Fears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;That one day I won't be incredibly awesome anymore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;6) Your Most Overused Phrase&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;"I am such a modest person."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;7) Thoughts First Waking Up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;8) Your Best Physical Feature&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;My tiny asian penis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;9) Your Bedtime&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Sleep is for the weak&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;10) Pepsi or Coke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Both at the same time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;11) McDonalds or Burger King&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Both at the same time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;12) Ice Cream or Yogurt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;20 tubs of each&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;13) Pizza or Chinese&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Chinese noodles on pizza yo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;14) Cappuccino or Coffee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Cappucino amalgamated in coffee &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;15) Chocolate or Vanilla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Caramel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;16) Been Arrested&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Too fast for cops&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;17) Do You Smoke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Wish I didn't have a joint in my mouth right now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;18) Do You Drink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Water? Sure&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;19) Do You Swear&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Fuck no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;20) Do You Sing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;I AM SING&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;21) Have You Been In Love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;No, But i have loved.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;22) Do You Believe in Yourself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;110% brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;23) Ever Been Depressed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;For like 10 minutes when my best friend died, sure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;24) Do You Get Along With Your Parents&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Tight like a virgin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;25) Do You Have Any Brothers or Sisters&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;2 brothers, 1 inbred sister we keep in the basement for sexual pleasures&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;26) Do You Like Thunderstorms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;love 'em&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;27) Do You Play an Instrument&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;My horn of the gondor?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;28) Do You Have Any Pets&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;A dog who thinks hes a cat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;29) What Is Your Favorite Color&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;blue&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;30) Ever Been Drunk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;alcohol has no effects on me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;31) Ever Shoplifted&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;i dont know what 'paying' means&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;32) Ever Gotten a Speeding Ticket&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Yeh, in bed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;33) Number of Piercings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;none&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;34) Number of Tattoos&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;none&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;35) Number of Things in My Past I Regret&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;One&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;36) Close With Your Family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;We play spastic eagle with my mom &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;37) Gotten Into a Fight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;yeh, the guy owned me though, had better equips than me and higher level than me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;38) Favorite Sports Team&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;sports?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;39) Do You Do Drugs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;only on days which end in 'Y'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;40) What Kind Of Car Do You Drive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;hell car? what is this? medieval times? I use a space rocket yo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;41) Do You Like to Clean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;no i'm a dirty rat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;42) Do You Like to Cook&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;cooking is for women&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;43) Broken a Bone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;like to see my bones of titanium even bear a scratch&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;44) Played Truth or Dare&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;only truth, coz i'm a pussy asian&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;45) Believe in Love at First Sight&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;no&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;46) Phone or IM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;IM&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;47) Wal-Mart or Target&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;both are shit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;48) How Do You Want to Die&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;benjamin button style.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left"&gt;49) What's Annoying You Right Now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left" style="font-weight:bold"&gt;Her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/surveys.php?s=1021"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/surveys.php"&gt;Create your own survey&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.experienceproject.com/daily_survey.php" title="the Experience Project Daily Survey -- Always Interesting"&gt;Daily survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experienceproject.com" title="The Experience Project-- Connecting People through Shared Experience"&gt;Explore Thousands of Life Experiences&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-1712691811707229308?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1712691811707229308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1712691811707229308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1712691811707229308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/get-to-know-me.html' title='Get to know me.'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-8508677132071258126</id><published>2009-06-18T00:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T00:35:22.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If I become your memory...</title><content type='html'>... Would you ever play me again in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-8508677132071258126?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8508677132071258126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-become-your-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8508677132071258126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8508677132071258126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-become-your-memory.html' title='If I become your memory...'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-4308441670543382873</id><published>2009-06-17T20:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:39:14.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had more time with you...</title><content type='html'>... Psyc1020, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so soon, motherfucker shit cock fuck this saturday, omfg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm not ready.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5749138968965488081-4308441670543382873?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4308441670543382873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-had-more-time-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4308441670543382873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4308441670543382873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-i-had-more-time-with-you.html' title='I wish I had more time with you...'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-8144357323804015147</id><published>2009-06-17T19:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T05:15:20.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking lul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul' says (7:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oi&lt;br /&gt; i think i can settle it&lt;br /&gt; superman would win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (7:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeh&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul' says (7:51 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cause goku takes like 6 episodes to power up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (7:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul' says (7:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; supermans super all the time&lt;br /&gt; so he just punches him while powering up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul' says (5:11 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many feminists does it take﻿ to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none, feminists can't change anything, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-8144357323804015147?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8144357323804015147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-lul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8144357323804015147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8144357323804015147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking-lul.html' title='Fucking lul'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-1188543310702920771</id><published>2009-06-17T18:59:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:42:17.704+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badass'/><title type='text'>Fight of the Millenium</title><content type='html'>On to the main topic, who would win in a fight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This badass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img195.imageshack.us/i/superman5t.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/3386/superman5t.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hardnut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img195.imageshack.us/i/dbzgokuss2.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9103/dbzgokuss2.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, seriously it would be one hell of a fight. And if I ever got to witness it, I would cream in my pants 50 times in 1 second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a rundown of both characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Goku-&lt;br /&gt;~ He is pretty much unstoppable in his super saiyan 4 form.&lt;br /&gt;~ All the shit that he's been dragged through, seriously nothing can be compared to that.&lt;br /&gt;~ His strength is incomparably incredible, in one episode he managed to do 1000 push ups on one finger with 50 times the gravity.&lt;br /&gt;~ He has countless moves which are made for destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Superman-&lt;br /&gt;~ NOTHING but kryptonite can HARM him, and even then kryptonite can't kill him, it just makes him weak.&lt;br /&gt;~ His rejuvenating power is ridiculous, he seems to heal everything in just a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;~ While goku can also fly, in his old comics, superman literally fucking flew out to space and being the badass that he is, tied a motherfucking chain around an &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;entire planet &lt;/span&gt;and pulled it to safety from crashing into the fucking sun.&lt;br /&gt;~ Also Superman NEVER shows his full power/strength. So everything you've seen of him is just a percentage of his actual power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have more to add on the list, but I really cbf right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seriously, what would happen when an unstoppable object (goku) hits an immoveable object (superman)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think Goku would get fucked by the long dick of Superman. But that's just me :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I had a pic up on facebook where i labelled Sam Meyers as my "sweetheart" and he posted in the comments section that he wished i was a DOOR so he could SLAMM me all day LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol and christina says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (6:59 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ,,,,,  what,,, ur sweet heart is a boy?&lt;br /&gt; and he replys  he wish you were a door??? and slam u all day????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You're so funny christina, I love my friends ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-1188543310702920771?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1188543310702920771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-of-millenium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1188543310702920771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1188543310702920771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-of-millenium.html' title='Fight of the Millenium'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-9059725799674231060</id><published>2009-06-17T04:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:44:40.647+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck yeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://img3.imageshack.us/i/wtfakg.jpg/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8981/wtfakg.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fuck a scorpion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-9059725799674231060?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/9059725799674231060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-yeh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/9059725799674231060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/9059725799674231060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-yeh.html' title='Fuck yeh.'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-3441064720914422877</id><published>2009-06-16T04:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:36:35.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I see it</title><content type='html'>I see it so much more clearly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been deluded for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I can see it so clearly. Oh so clearly, it's almost enlightening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-3441064720914422877?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3441064720914422877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/3441064720914422877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/3441064720914422877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-see-it.html' title='I see it'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-129588771344543112</id><published>2009-06-16T03:39:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:04:46.655+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ik8J9L5rJnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ik8J9L5rJnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this empty before&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all rowing the boat of fate&lt;br /&gt;The waves keep on coming and we can't escape&lt;br /&gt;But if we ever get lost on our way&lt;br /&gt;The waves will guide you through another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遠くで息をしてる　透明になったみたい&lt;br /&gt;暗闇に思えたけど　目隠しされてただけ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祈りをささげて　新しい日を待つ&lt;br /&gt;鮮やかに　光る海　その果てまで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows who I really am&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they just don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I know you would follow me, and keep me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人の心はうつりゆく　抜け出したくなる&lt;br /&gt;つきはまた新しい周期で　舟を連れてく&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;The oceans heave up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to strain at the oars,&lt;br /&gt;And soon I can see the shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;When will I.... I can see the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd feel this way towards you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever need someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you, and keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旅はまだ続いてく　穏やかな日も&lt;br /&gt;つきはまた新しい周期で　舟を照らし出す&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祈りをささげて　新しい日を待つ&lt;br /&gt;鮮やかに　光る海　その果てまで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;The oceans heave up to my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to strain at the oars,&lt;br /&gt;And soon I can see the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;運命の船を漕ぎ&lt;br /&gt;波は次から次へと&lt;br /&gt;私たちを襲うけど&lt;br /&gt;それも素敵な旅ね&lt;br /&gt;どれも素敵な旅ね&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-129588771344543112?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/129588771344543112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/129588771344543112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/129588771344543112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-like-boat.html' title='Life Is Like A Boat'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-4107960958314093349</id><published>2009-06-15T19:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:26:15.937+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things on msn</title><content type='html'>You drink a shot and you're not an alcoholic, you smoke ONE Joint and you're not a stoner, but you suck ONE dick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from Sam Meyers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bitchson says (4:26 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the hardest thing in life is to know which bridges to cross and which ones to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (4:27 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No pretty sure the hardest thing in life is my cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tim says (6:07 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SUSPENDED FROM WOW FOR 3 HURS&lt;br /&gt; 2009/06/15 03:44:34 (GMT) - Timbosplice says "u fucking coonlicker" &lt;br /&gt; 2009/06/15 03:44:17 (GMT) - Timbosplice yells "dont be shit and/or black" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (5:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dude&lt;br /&gt; wtf&lt;br /&gt; my typing speeds like 80wpm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tim says (5:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fuck ur shit&lt;br /&gt; and ur asian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (5:41 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; fuck my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;҉̔̕̚̕̚҉S҉҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘ i ҉҉̵̞̟̠̖n g ҉̵̞̟̠̖̗̘̙̜̝̞̟̠͇ ̊̋̌̍̎̏̐̑ says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Spooning leads to forking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul says (3:20 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chicks need a cock in them otherwise it slike wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul says (3:20 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and then you get shit like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul says (3:21 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2girls1cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing Amazing Happens Here says(1:10 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; shes quite a special girl though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul says (1:10 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; as in mentally retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Too-hey-mmy woot... Fck I'm bored says (2:17 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; soz dude, cant respond and shiz, watching pornn that takes my whole screen yehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Paul' says (6:56 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt; now u can pick up chicks with the wounded soldier card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haha Christina says the Cutest things with her english:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (7:56 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah. i know .. regret? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sp'zike says (7:56 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; mm yeh kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (7:57 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeah! let princess christina show her magic! everything back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (8:16 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; hey sing. dont miss her every mins la.. waste ur time and neuron cells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (8:17 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o.. before u suicide tell me ur bank account. and give ur dog to me.  i want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kid.moMo。 says (8:18 PM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and u can write a will.. i like to give all my property to christina.&lt;br /&gt; i will be happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I AM NOT MAKING FUN OF YOUR ENGLISH, I JUST FIND THE THINGS YOU SAY VERY AMUSING ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-4107960958314093349?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/4107960958314093349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-things-on-msn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4107960958314093349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/4107960958314093349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-things-on-msn.html' title='Funny things on msn'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-1867440771079623178</id><published>2009-06-15T00:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:26:52.179+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome to the game of LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may start by selecting difficulty level:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Mode - Start as a male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy Mode - Start as a female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-1867440771079623178?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/1867440771079623178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1867440771079623178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/1867440771079623178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-492059949550005762</id><published>2009-06-14T10:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:44:13.693+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck this'/><title type='text'>Life Sucks For Free</title><content type='html'>I don't know who to turn to, when the person who I thought I could rely on the most turned out to be the biggest joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to write it here, I don't fucking care about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to draft this thing so everything I write here will be just my raw, unedited feelings and emotions. Maybe later on I can look back on this post and give it a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back upon our history and I can see the exact day in which we met.&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing you for the first time in my life and I thought to myself, "wow that girl is pretty." &lt;br /&gt;I started talking to you and realised how unique and different of a girl you were.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how interesting and special I thought you were.&lt;br /&gt;The exact moment I fell for you was when you punched me hard, the first time any girl had ever done something like that to me.&lt;br /&gt;I shyly added you on msn then to try and get to know you better.&lt;br /&gt;I remember joining ice skating school just so I could see you every week.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings grew so heavy and I knew you didn't feel the same way then.&lt;br /&gt;So I confessed to you to lift the weight off my heart - It was only a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me an apologetic look which told me straight out you were really sorry you didn't feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;That was okay, I kind of expected it. &lt;br /&gt;You still agreed to be my friend even after something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, I appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;I remember then we became best friends.&lt;br /&gt;... But my feelings never changed, I liked you all the same. &lt;br /&gt;I remember then I begun to like you so much, it hurt so much that I couldn't keep the charade up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So all of a sudden I just blocked you on msn, ignored your calls and texts on my phone and tried my best to forget you even existed.&lt;br /&gt;This too was only a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;Soon you found out and you confronted me about.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my heart was healed then and so I accepted our friendship once again.&lt;br /&gt;You still agreed to be my friend even after I selfishly hurt you like that.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, I appreciated that also.&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings came rushing back like a tidal wave. And I knew I couldn't do the same thing to get over you. &lt;br /&gt;So I tried my best to look for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I found someone else who was the exact opposite of you. &lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously, I knew I didn't like her. But she was the perfect way to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;But that too didn't work, because everytime I was with you, my feelings for this other girl just flew straight out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;I.was.completely.in.love.with.you.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel that bad then because my heart had numbed to the pain and I knew you wouldn't see me in the same way I did for you. So that was ok.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, all of a sudden, and I didn't even see it fucking coming, you randomly asked me what it would be like if we dated.&lt;br /&gt;I fucking stupidly hinted that I still liked you, you then told me you actually liked me too.&lt;br /&gt;I was in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;I was in ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I ever stop to think, "wait Sing, this is too good to be true"&lt;br /&gt;I've always had that fucking mentality my whole life and for the first time I let my guard down, I got burned harder than Al Gore when he got cheated his presidential campaign (okay maybe not THAT bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point in life, I've always thought, "hey maybe I'm just not meant to be happy in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the first time in my life, I truly felt happy (which was rare) and felt that life was actually beautiful (which is even rarer).&lt;br /&gt;So we started dating. &lt;br /&gt;Everything felt great for the first couple of days, but then it felt like you changed into somebody else over-night.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I called you, I felt that you gave off vibes to tell me to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I started an msn conversation with you, you were busy. You preferred to do other things than to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I saw you in real life, it felt like you didn't want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;I understand now you did it to 'protect' me from hurt, trying to distant yourself.&lt;br /&gt;But what you didn't realise was that you leaving me out in the dark hurt so much more. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like I did something wrong. But I didn't know what.&lt;br /&gt;I spent hours upon hours, days upon days, thinking about what I should do.&lt;br /&gt;And how to act properly as someone who could be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't work it out because you were so fucking secretive and obscure about your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You drove me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried everything:&lt;br /&gt;- I tried giving you more affection than normally&lt;br /&gt;- I tried to act as though we weren't going out&lt;br /&gt;- I tried to give you the "cold shoulder" too&lt;br /&gt;- I tried to act unaffectionate too&lt;br /&gt;But nothing worked. You stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling myself that I was going crazy and that I should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;... But deep down I knew this wasn't the girl I fell in love with. It felt like you became somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;While it didn't hurt me more then than it does now, it was intensively annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I always felt like we understood each other so well that you wouldn't need to hide anything from me. Obviously I was wrong. Clearly I was fucking blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confronted you about it and... long story short: You said we don't have enough chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really fucking understand that. You liked me didn't you? Well you said you thought you liked me, but yeh you fell out of it in 2 days or so. I don't get it, how can your feelings be so shallow and mine be so deep? &lt;br /&gt;I have so many fucking questions and not enough answers.&lt;br /&gt;I felt that there wasn't enough chemistry because you didn't allow it. The chemistry wasn't there because you were so unaffectionate that it felt like you didn't want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;But you said you were so unaffectionate &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the lack of chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, which is it? WTF? What is chemistry anyway? It's how well we can relate to each other and understand those feelings right?&lt;br /&gt;Well how can I relate and understand when you didn't let me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you what I can do to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;You said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you what I've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;You said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I asked you why don't you feel the chemistry?&lt;br /&gt;You said you don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you like someone enough to confess to them... Then take it all back within the week?&lt;br /&gt;How does something like that even work?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurt more, you allowing something like this drag on or how fast your feelings changed.&lt;br /&gt;What really upset me was how optimistic and happy you were about it at the start. And how open you were with the relationship. I even asked you if you needed time and if you were ready to tell everyone about it and you said you were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy how you were so willing.&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy how you were so committing.&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nup, knowing my luck, nothing ever works out properly, so I did everything to try to make it work out but it still ended up completely fucked up resulting in lots of unnecessary hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't know what the fuck to do.&lt;br /&gt;I understand it's not your fault because people can't control their feelings so what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;At this very point I feel so lost confused angry full of hate hurt vulnerable wounded betrayed unappreciated sad alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who or where to direct these feelings to other than to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault because you never intended this to happen so who can I blame?&lt;br /&gt;Only myself. Myself for not seeing this coming. It was fucking coming straight at me like a truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this was just too good to be true. It's like a pedophile in an orphanage, he doesn't know it but the police was alerted and soon they're gonna show up and he would be the one getting fucked by the long dick of the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate myself at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to feel suicidal or homicidal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts even more how you said it's not my fault and I didn't do anything to fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that I'm always put into these scenarios where "it's not my fault"??&lt;br /&gt;Why is that things I can control, I perform flawlessly but in the things I can't, bad luck tends to be my Best Fucking Friend?&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I was given something that I finally earned but have it taken from me for no reason much too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurt much more than the first time you rejected me, because you gave me a shimmer of hope this time. A glimpse of what happiness could be like. But it all turned out to be a lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt several valuable lessons from you though:&lt;br /&gt;- Happiness is just the inability to realise everything is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;- Love exists, but probably not for me.&lt;br /&gt;- Opening up your heart to someone else is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- Life sucks for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all of this shit you dragged me through, I realise I must be clinically/mentally retarded to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Because I still feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you nearly every minute of the day and I still do.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how ridiculously attracted to you I am.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to describe how impossibly beautiful I think you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't put into words how incredibly amazing you are as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give my heart a break now (hoho no pun intended), I've tried my best to put my feelings into words but I didn't really manage to portray it properly mainly because I fucking suck (as usual) and because my feelings run much much deeper than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: ...Unlike you, I saw us dating as a chance for a beautiful new relationship to blossom much rather than as a risk to our friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-492059949550005762?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/492059949550005762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-sucks-for-free.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/492059949550005762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/492059949550005762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-sucks-for-free.html' title='Life Sucks For Free'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-172852508456512958</id><published>2009-06-13T23:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:29:30.185+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeh&lt;br /&gt; sigh&lt;br /&gt; fucking hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[c=#1C6BFF]☺[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; life's tough aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no&lt;br /&gt; hes not tough&lt;br /&gt; he's just fucking gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and fucking annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[c=#1C6BFF]☺[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; xxDDD thats true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sing says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and i wish i could knock the shit out of him&lt;br /&gt; but i cant because hes the one giving me lunch money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[c=#1C6BFF]☺[/c] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; lol xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-172852508456512958?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/172852508456512958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/172852508456512958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/172852508456512958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-7180293210381701961</id><published>2009-06-08T03:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T10:13:17.179+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr...</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate it when people act like everything's fine and normal but act fucking strange around you. It really puts you in a difficult position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you were to bring it up that something's fucked, then obviously you would be labeled the fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so fucking annoying when the person is completely acting or being a douchefag on purpose instead of talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of reasons why you can't really bring it up if someone is acting strange to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What if they are doing it subconsciously? Then obviously you're a fucking asshole for even saying they've "changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How the hell are you supposed to bring it up without acting like an arrogant fuckwit that expects all things to go your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even though it eats away at you, if the person keeps pretending, you can't really do shit about it without portraying yourself as a complete fagfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, the answer is to stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried but it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-7180293210381701961?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/7180293210381701961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/grr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/7180293210381701961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/7180293210381701961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/grr.html' title='Grr...'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-3954070611404990975</id><published>2009-06-07T01:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:54:35.690+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second'/><title type='text'>Interests</title><content type='html'>So since I've decided to make blogging a FULL-TIME activity, (meaning once a day), I shall introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start today with what I find attractive in people. And thus I have provided a graph to show all of you exactly what I'm into :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we must understand while age is no barrier to love, (perfectly fine for a 50 year old man to rectally pulverize a 12 year old) , it certainly does trigger how attractive we see people. Also gender is no problem for me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below you will find a graph relating to the attractiveness-scope found lingering in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img329.imageshack.us/my.php?image=17791891.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2164/17791891.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm sharing with you stalkers today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-3954070611404990975?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/3954070611404990975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/interests.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/3954070611404990975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/3954070611404990975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/interests.html' title='Interests'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749138968965488081.post-8189759209540567210</id><published>2009-06-05T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:46:41.865+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badass'/><title type='text'>Birth of my blog</title><content type='html'>Hi EVERY.SINGLE.ONE.OF.YOU.AWESOME.PEOPLE.READING.MY.BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well, I've decided to start blogging properly because I am just fucking bored shitless. Firstly I hope you don't criticize my overusage of swear words because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't really give a flying-dutchman's fuck.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you do, then you must be pretty gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear words don't really mean much anyway, I mean why were they even invented in the first place if they weren't meant to be used? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like baking a cake for your son and him asking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ohh can I eat it daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you'll be like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no fuck off you faggot, I made it just to tempt you so that everytime you ask to eat it, I can go batshit crazy and have an excuse to rectally punish you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYYY... well the main reason I started a blog is because my interests pretty much just involves Rachel May Tan (as seen in my profile) BUT LATELY-and by that I mean all the time-she's incredibly busy and I hardly get to indulge in her hyper charismatic awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of being a junior high faggot and sulk about it (yeah you Mitchell Yip of BGS 2009 Graduate, looking straight at you), I've decided to be fucking awesome and take up NEW interests --&gt; LIKE BLOGGING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm gonna try and maintain this badass by blogging everyday and I don't really care if no one reads it because in the end I'm still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new start with the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;050609 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, what's a blog if my &lt;s&gt;readers&lt;/s&gt; imaginary friends don't know what I look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here have a gawk, you perverted pedophiles of the internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://img189.imageshack.us/my.php?image=46119366976653965523153.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/5282/46119366976653965523153.jpg' border='0' alt='Image Hosted by ImageShack.us'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When I said you were all AWESOME.PEOPLE at the start of my blog, I lied, you're actually all huge faggots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I still love all of you however :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749138968965488081-8189759209540567210?l=my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/feeds/8189759209540567210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthdate-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8189759209540567210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749138968965488081/posts/default/8189759209540567210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-hiding-rubble.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthdate-of-my-blog.html' title='Birth of my blog'/><author><name>Sing Spizike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13427262744476729538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVZ4rZO0LvI/SjqO6nqUCWI/AAAAAAAAADU/MiUZ8Dk1Iuk/S220/Picture+011%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
