<?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-29673262</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:26:47.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Yellow Brick Road</title><subtitle type='html'>It is the only way out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-116649474871884131</id><published>2006-12-18T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:19:08.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom at Last</title><content type='html'>Oh.........Yeah.......... To be free again&lt;br /&gt;that just sums it all up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just open me up and let me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know what ppl are talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is something you need to see every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;otherwise you'll become a deaf mute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116649474871884131?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116649474871884131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116649474871884131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116649474871884131'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to take the blinders off and keep our eyes open or life will pass us by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116511829622101320?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116511829622101320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116511829622101320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116511829622101320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116511829622101320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/12/road-block.html' title='Road Block'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-116485435410194967</id><published>2006-11-29T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T21:53:18.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I would buy it,&lt;br /&gt;beg it,&lt;br /&gt;steal it,&lt;br /&gt;Pay in coins of dripping blood&lt;br /&gt;For this one transcendent good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amy Lowell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116485435410194967?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116485435410194967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116485435410194967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116485435410194967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116485435410194967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-search-of-happiness.html' title='In Search of Happiness'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-116372328582109361</id><published>2006-11-16T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:28:57.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture is worth a Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/couple.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/320/couple.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you feel when you look at this pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm tingling feeling -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Lust&lt;br /&gt;Longing&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;All Knowing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you express in words what you see here?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even describe it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116372328582109361?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116372328582109361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116372328582109361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116372328582109361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116372328582109361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/11/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture is worth a Thousand Words'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-116364884741824680</id><published>2006-11-15T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:55:15.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search Of Guidance I Find...</title><content type='html'>When all is darkness and we feel our weakness and helplessness,&lt;br /&gt;give us the sense of Your presence, Your love, and Your strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us to have perfect trust in Your protecting love and strengthening power,&lt;br /&gt;so that nothing may frighten or worry us,&lt;br /&gt;for living close to You, we shall see Your hand, Your purpose, Your will through all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- St. Ignatius of Loyola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! Thou art the Giver of Life,&lt;br /&gt;Remover of pain and sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;The Bestower of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Creator of the Universe,&lt;br /&gt;May we receive thy supreme sin-destroying light,&lt;br /&gt;May Thou guide our intellect in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Gayatri Mantra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116364884741824680?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116364884741824680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116364884741824680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116364884741824680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116364884741824680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-search-of-guidance-i-find.html' title='In Search Of Guidance I Find...'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-116356044717621019</id><published>2006-11-14T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T21:18:59.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PeOplE</title><content type='html'>People, people, people, what are we thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what are we doing to pass the time by? Why are we constantly searching for someone to share our lives with when we know we'll just get hurt - lets face it NO ONE is perfect!!!! something is bound to go wrong sooner or later. Wouldn't it just be safer to stay out and save yourself the heartache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how many couples in this world get married and expect to spend the next 80 years of their lives together??? who knows how long anything lasts in this world w/ all the shit that goes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things constantly change, nothing ever stays the same. So just how can you guarantee that you'll still be together after many years to come? Or is it all just a guessing game??? - Or is it just something we DO to make the time pass by?? Something we do to fill that spare time we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people JUST KNOW??&lt;br /&gt;What EXACTLY is it that they know? Do they know the other person won't ever do something stupid to hurt them? Do they know their partner will always be loyal? Do they know that they will spend every free moment they have together? How can they guarantee this 'all knowing' feeling will last? Nothing stays the same. Heck even the weather can change in a split second without warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-116356044717621019?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/116356044717621019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=116356044717621019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116356044717621019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/116356044717621019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/11/people.html' title='PeOplE'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115837645333333022</id><published>2006-09-15T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:14:13.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Can I get some Peace &amp; Quiet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's the deal with ppl these days... do they just not get it? I work 12 hour days - (this is NON stop work might I add!! No breaks no lunch just WORK WORK WORK). Don't get me wrong - this is exactly what I signed on for - I don't mind it one bit, but I'd like to be able to come home after these crazy days to relax on my couch and not have to think. but i don't even have time to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just want certain ppl to understand just what my day consists of, and how it's seriously non-stop action, and when I get home i'd like to have some time to myself - to some ppl that's just too much to ask for. I'd like to be able to go out but I'm to exhausted to get in the car again after driving 30mins through rush hour to get home to eat dinner, cuz you know i'm starving by 8 pm. Then i'd like to rip off my work clothes and throw on pj's cuz the threads are just to constraining. i barely have enough time to eat dinner before i have to clean up and then make a lunch to take for the next day. Also i have pets which some ppl don't realize are hard work to take care of but somehow i do it with the help of some family members. somewhere in between all that commotion i'd like to see my b/f for a minute before i have to get ready for bed and then start the whole day over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;is it really too much to ask for other people to be free for those couple of spare hours that i have free everyday? I don't think everyone is as busy as i am - so is it really that hard for others to reserve 2 hours at the end of the day to be able to see me??? Seriously if ppl are already complaining they never get to see me wouldn't they be more than willing to want to see me any chance they get? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seriously I just don't get it - am i really asking too much from ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115837645333333022?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115837645333333022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115837645333333022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115837645333333022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115837645333333022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/09/seriously-can-i-get-some-peace-quiet.html' title='Seriously Can I get some Peace &amp; Quiet?'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115837457239461576</id><published>2006-09-15T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:59:57.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Create a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wouldn't it be great if one day we could wake up and everything would be the same. we all looked alike and wore the same clothes, same hair, drove the same car, ate the same food, had the same EVERYTHING? wouldn't life be simpler? that way ppl wouldn't have anything to fight and dissagree about - if everyone thought the same way we'd be like machines all running off the mainframe. So if one person malfunctioned and had a bad day - we all followed. This way there'd be no violence b/c ppl wouldn't have their own opinions and want to pick fights and find a need to compete with each other to be "Better"! This way if we all looked alike we wouldn't have ppl giving us the once over when we walked by and shuddering and thinking unkind thoughts to themselves. Who needs freedoM? just what comes along wtih getting this previledge. - is it a blessing or a curse???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115837457239461576?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115837457239461576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115837457239461576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115837457239461576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115837457239461576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/09/create-day.html' title='Create a Day'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115518202795026399</id><published>2006-08-09T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:53:47.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/The%20Abstract.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/320/The%20Abstract.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115518202795026399?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115518202795026399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115518202795026399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115518202795026399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115518202795026399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115518139674880929</id><published>2006-08-09T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:56:10.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar ~ or is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/abstract%20art.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/320/abstract%20art.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Abstract Art is a wonderous thing&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter which way you look at them, it always looks different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No matter what it was intended to mean, it can mean so many different things depending on... what you are thinking about and feeling at the time you look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They are truely the most beautiful pieces of artwork.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115518139674880929?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115518139674880929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115518139674880929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115518139674880929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115518139674880929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/08/guitar-or-is-it.html' title='Guitar ~ or is it!'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115083994536070220</id><published>2006-06-20T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T16:45:45.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have No Clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hear no evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See no evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speak no evil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But evil still exists!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115083994536070220?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115083994536070220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115083994536070220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115083994536070220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115083994536070220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-have-no-clue.html' title='You Have No Clue'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115076278490342285</id><published>2006-06-19T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:19:44.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do people want from me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I’ve been bled dry. I have nothing left inside of me, but an empty hollow space. Nothing left to give, no part of ME left inside. Just a body! Walking amongst the crowd with none the wiser. With everyone that’s touched my life, each of them dragged a piece of me out with them as they left. I’m running on empty. Where do I fill-up?! I need to find the one who can force open the lock and tell me how to be human again so I can re-build my insides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115076278490342285?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115076278490342285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115076278490342285&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115076278490342285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115076278490342285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/06/want-to-want.html' title='Want to Want'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115039409163348893</id><published>2006-06-15T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:54:51.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belt Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Belt is the Greatest invention ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/320/belt%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115039409163348893?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115039409163348893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115039409163348893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115039409163348893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115039409163348893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/06/belt-dress.html' title='The Belt Dress'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115025060123120220</id><published>2006-06-13T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:21:43.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wicked Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who can you turn to? Who can you really trust? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't count on anyone in this world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can't even trust yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Noone really gets you, no one knows you completely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you can't expect anyone to understand who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feels like you're living a double life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One when you're awake, and another when you're asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So many different ways you want to live your life, but are only given one chance to make a choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What will you choose, how will your life unfold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Does everything really happen for a reason? Does fate really exist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do you believe you can actually control your destiny? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is there such a thing as love at first sight, or having a soul mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why do we wake up every day and try to take on the tasks that are laid forth for us? Will the world really fall apart if we choose not to? What real purpose are we serving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The truth is......... we're all alone, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nothing matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but at the same time, EVERYTHING matters!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115025060123120220?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115025060123120220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115025060123120220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115025060123120220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115025060123120220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/06/wicked-truth.html' title='The Wicked Truth'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29673262.post-115023737597711010</id><published>2006-06-13T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:22:55.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla bla BLoG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What the hell is a Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;            and why do people Blog?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29673262-115023737597711010?l=the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/feeds/115023737597711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29673262&amp;postID=115023737597711010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115023737597711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29673262/posts/default/115023737597711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-yellow-brick-road.blogspot.com/2006/06/bla-bla-blog.html' title='Bla bla BLoG'/><author><name>fufu_berry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044772068224949222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3126/3167/1600/belt%20dress.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
