<?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-495605717195949856</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:39:44.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tainted reality</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-7637966519951351057</id><published>2009-02-27T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:57:06.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuviSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3M0olWBo3I/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went looking around my room for smth which i kinda forgot what...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;but i stubled upon some really old memories...&lt;br /&gt;when i say its old it means bout 2-3 years maybe??&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuviSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3M0olWBo3I/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuviSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3M0olWBo3I/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuviSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3M0olWBo3I/s320/DSC01217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307413317803985570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4Sqaja2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dT6Jfpg1ueY/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4Sqaja2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/dT6Jfpg1ueY/s320/DSC01218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307413316642237282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuRqz2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zkZsNpkydqk/s1600-h/DSC01219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuRqz2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zkZsNpkydqk/s320/DSC01219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307413317678714722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if they are still remembered??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='memories'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_77ca_P2GZZE/Sae4SuviSqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-3M0olWBo3I/s72-c/DSC01217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-1558967572680945432</id><published>2009-02-22T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:42:21.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>advertisements</title><content type='html'>ok so far two friends wants me to advertise that they want to give tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for one :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pri sch to sec one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything for pri sch...(i also think it'll be easy)&lt;br /&gt;for sec sch is sci, maths chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her grades&lt;br /&gt;sci - a1&lt;br /&gt;maths - a2&lt;br /&gt;chi - a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for two:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec1 &amp;amp; above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng, maybe lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eng - a2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone? just sms me...or comment if you dont know my number...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-1558967572680945432?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1558967572680945432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/02/advertisements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/1558967572680945432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/1558967572680945432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/02/advertisements.html' title='advertisements'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-4774279714306310597</id><published>2009-02-01T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:05:50.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>danger zone</title><content type='html'>ok apparently here's what goin on...&lt;br /&gt;chionging PW fer tmr...&lt;br /&gt;exams start nxt week&lt;br /&gt;and what more i dont really need to care for both...&lt;br /&gt;i can just go fer it nxt yr&lt;br /&gt;but my teammates will die la...&lt;br /&gt;so im nt gona let them die....&lt;br /&gt;at least not without a fight&lt;br /&gt;but one thing fo sho&lt;br /&gt;i need ta either transfer or confirm stay back lo&lt;br /&gt;my combined GPA is like gone la&lt;br /&gt;even if i get max for the exams i still fail...&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;just realised alot of people in my class have blogs...&lt;br /&gt;but they lke nvr say only...&lt;br /&gt;and two of them were deleted...&lt;br /&gt;duno why leh...&lt;br /&gt;ask them nxt time lor...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;will be MIA-ing for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;wana write a book...&lt;br /&gt;at least try to la...&lt;br /&gt;will have to do chapter by chapter...&lt;br /&gt;if not my brain will go siao...&lt;br /&gt;overload...&lt;br /&gt;ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;see how lor...&lt;br /&gt;got inspiration den write again lor...&lt;br /&gt;if i force out then nt interesting le...&lt;br /&gt;after i write then maybe i upload it somehow...&lt;br /&gt;then you guys can coment...&lt;br /&gt;yea gtg PWs...emphasis on S...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-4774279714306310597?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4774279714306310597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/02/danger-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/4774279714306310597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/4774279714306310597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/02/danger-zone.html' title='danger zone'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-3082599560824898033</id><published>2009-01-29T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:44:13.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alrights&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch a movie with a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;we watched...&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;[drum roll]&lt;br /&gt;wedding game...&lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect a really good movie&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;after watching it&lt;br /&gt;i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;niccceeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was pretty hilarious&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;but before that&lt;br /&gt;i got to know a new 'game'&lt;br /&gt;the stock market&lt;br /&gt;virtual&lt;br /&gt;they use the real time stocks&lt;br /&gt;but give each account 50000 virtual cash&lt;br /&gt;no money needed&lt;br /&gt;nth&lt;br /&gt;so i just tried lor&lt;br /&gt;then i used all my cash immediately&lt;br /&gt;dumb move...&lt;br /&gt;seriously...&lt;br /&gt;all biz students should know...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess if some people are high risk takers&lt;br /&gt;i belong to the extreme risk takers&lt;br /&gt;lmao...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;but on the way home...&lt;br /&gt;i was bored stiff&lt;br /&gt;and to show you how bored i was&lt;br /&gt;here's what i did&lt;br /&gt;i spoke to myself?!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;not out loud obviously...&lt;br /&gt;but if you were there looking at me&lt;br /&gt;it'll be pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;all the facial expressions&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;but while thinking&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;i realised life's a choice...&lt;br /&gt;and to make it more detailed&lt;br /&gt;its actually yes or no only&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;let me explain&lt;br /&gt;for example you are taking O's tmr&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to study for it? Y / N&lt;br /&gt;on the day itself&lt;br /&gt;Do you choose to panic? Y / N&lt;br /&gt;simple aint it??&lt;br /&gt;if that analogy itsnt enough to put my point across&lt;br /&gt;you could always leave a comment/tag&lt;br /&gt;or sms/call me&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is it fer the dae...&lt;br /&gt;ciaos~~&lt;br /&gt;abrupt aint it??&lt;br /&gt;lmao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-3082599560824898033?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3082599560824898033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/gotcha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/3082599560824898033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/3082599560824898033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/gotcha.html' title='gotcha'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8551448659375928524</id><published>2009-01-29T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:14:46.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>actually wanted to blog yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;but was made to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;sian-ed&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to blog in sch instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i heard the most amusing thing of the day...&lt;br /&gt;i overheard a conversation between two JC guys...&lt;br /&gt;they were like talking about chem and physics...&lt;br /&gt;and im like wondering&lt;br /&gt;well most poly peeps talk about where to go later&lt;br /&gt;what to eat...&lt;br /&gt;so on so forth&lt;br /&gt;but they are like so what to study&lt;br /&gt;and its CNY havent they heard of 'relac one corner'&lt;br /&gt;so it might not be holidays&lt;br /&gt;but still dudess&lt;br /&gt;its still a festive season&lt;br /&gt;go out and chill&lt;br /&gt;party or smth&lt;br /&gt;but study?!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells different culture i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im bored stiff here&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;on my computer&lt;br /&gt;but apparently i dont have a earpiece&lt;br /&gt;so i cant listen to the movie&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up playing my games...&lt;br /&gt;without my mouse&lt;br /&gt;which i also forgot to bring...&lt;br /&gt;such a big hassle...&lt;br /&gt;ah wells&lt;br /&gt;life still goes on...&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really wonder&lt;br /&gt;what happens if computers werent invented...&lt;br /&gt;what would life be like then??&lt;br /&gt;it'll seem pretty boring to me...&lt;br /&gt;the guys who invented computers and air-cons are da best&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;nvm getting abit the random...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;for now&lt;br /&gt;ciao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-8551448659375928524?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8551448659375928524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8551448659375928524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8551448659375928524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8856625887644095813</id><published>2009-01-27T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:32:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>ok...so its kinda the second day of CNY...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;anyways i just realised that i have views!!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm...&lt;br /&gt;it was just very amusing for me...&lt;br /&gt;i expected a dead blog...&lt;br /&gt;but apparently some people read...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;leave a msg or smth when you next come by&lt;br /&gt;and all my 23 mangas im reading have no updates...&lt;br /&gt;like hello~~&lt;br /&gt;23!!!&lt;br /&gt;not even one update?!?!&lt;br /&gt;rawr...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;gona watch my huge collection of movies instead then...&lt;br /&gt;and please...&lt;br /&gt;if you have facebook add me&lt;br /&gt;im just looking for more people recruit...&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;gaming...&lt;br /&gt;CNY was ok today&lt;br /&gt;went over to granny's hse at like what 7+pm&lt;br /&gt;cuz dad had ta go meeting with US peeps&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;but we watch my cuz play fatal frame 2&lt;br /&gt;which he was really afraid of playing...&lt;br /&gt;but he was 'forced' ta anyways&lt;br /&gt;in a sense&lt;br /&gt;cuz another cuz of mine wanted to watch&lt;br /&gt;so he cant really say no now can he...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;for about 3 hours we watched my cuz play&lt;br /&gt;different games obviously&lt;br /&gt;but nothing really interesting happened today...&lt;br /&gt;other than '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang baos&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;CNY is pretty much based on MahJong aint it...&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;anyone up for a game or two??&lt;br /&gt;go viwawa or smth&lt;br /&gt;or look me up&lt;br /&gt;if im free i wouldnt mind&lt;br /&gt;sorry to my sec 4 mates&lt;br /&gt;im kinda busy later today&lt;br /&gt;can go play MJ&lt;br /&gt;really want to&lt;br /&gt;but goin visiting with my parents&lt;br /&gt;more '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang baos&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;money-faced&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/495605717195949856-8856625887644095813?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8856625887644095813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8856625887644095813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8856625887644095813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-7691178814371838316</id><published>2009-01-22T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:31:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done and over</title><content type='html'>well im all over it&lt;br /&gt;had a big cry over this issue&lt;br /&gt;in front of them...&lt;br /&gt;hugged and well lets just say its all over now...&lt;br /&gt;but still a few unanswered questions&lt;br /&gt;course change confirmed&lt;br /&gt;nt by sch bt by me&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakakakaka&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;mum approves&lt;br /&gt;i approve&lt;br /&gt;teacher checking for me&lt;br /&gt;what's there to stop it?&lt;br /&gt;all there's left is well to write in and request it&lt;br /&gt;and well do well for it after the transfer&lt;br /&gt;pinky promised it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-7691178814371838316?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7691178814371838316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done-and-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/7691178814371838316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/7691178814371838316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done-and-over.html' title='done and over'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8867835299124676069</id><published>2009-01-21T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:09:54.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cell</title><content type='html'>felt more relaxed after cell today i guess&lt;br /&gt;alittle more 'unhurt'&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;the pain will slowly go away i guess&lt;br /&gt;but i still wish i could just quit sch for a year&lt;br /&gt;want the time to think and well slowly recover&lt;br /&gt;too affected to continue&lt;br /&gt;a change would be nice&lt;br /&gt;but well im too used to my life as it was&lt;br /&gt;now im living in the middle&lt;br /&gt;slowly plodding onward to the other side&lt;br /&gt;the older side??&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;i cant stay the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;things are now different&lt;br /&gt;very different&lt;br /&gt;too different&lt;br /&gt;i cant brush it off anymore&lt;br /&gt;i cant pretend it's still the same&lt;br /&gt;i must move on i guess&lt;br /&gt;otherwise i'll just rot and die like a useless person&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt want that...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells just gotta busy myself till the blow is softened i guess&lt;br /&gt;MOB time...then IDEAS&lt;br /&gt;then well see how things go from there...&lt;br /&gt;maybe start writing again...&lt;br /&gt;been on my mind for quite awhile now...&lt;br /&gt;but was too gloomy to write properly&lt;br /&gt;CRS today was an argumentitive essay&lt;br /&gt;just the intro&lt;br /&gt;and conclusion&lt;br /&gt;the body was in points form&lt;br /&gt;was the first to be let off&lt;br /&gt;cuz i was working alone&lt;br /&gt;and i had two sides in me then&lt;br /&gt;the irrational and the rational&lt;br /&gt;the rational was for the statement&lt;br /&gt;the irrational was against&lt;br /&gt;obviously the rational side won&lt;br /&gt;but at least the irrational side managed to get two arguements in&lt;br /&gt;but i personally approved only one...&lt;br /&gt;and whats more this point was given to me by my bro&lt;br /&gt;stem cell research&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana disgust you with the details&lt;br /&gt;but if you wana ask me&lt;br /&gt;or search online&lt;br /&gt;or if you know him ask him&lt;br /&gt;but just be prepared...&lt;br /&gt;cuz this even goes against the morals of my irrational sadistic side&lt;br /&gt;want to talk to them today&lt;br /&gt;but they werent free ATM&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;tmr or smth then...&lt;br /&gt;for now they are spared...&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i guess my chirpy and cheery side is back again&lt;br /&gt;:P:P:P:P:P:P&lt;br /&gt;no more worries&lt;br /&gt;no more cries&lt;br /&gt;they are all in the past now...&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who help&lt;br /&gt;namely them and noodles&lt;br /&gt;these three helped alot&lt;br /&gt;but i still got a question needed to be answered&lt;br /&gt;the only person that can answer it is well...&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;what do i strive for??&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;for now ciao~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-8867835299124676069?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8867835299124676069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/cell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8867835299124676069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8867835299124676069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/cell.html' title='cell'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-2644544782290906184</id><published>2009-01-21T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:33:57.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>i felt this before&lt;br /&gt;but not in a long time&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;literally&lt;br /&gt;like there's something there&lt;br /&gt;grasping it&lt;br /&gt;not letting go&lt;br /&gt;help&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;its like my body's not mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;get it out of me&lt;br /&gt;so angry&lt;br /&gt;rage&lt;br /&gt;wrath&lt;br /&gt;feel like tearing things apart&lt;br /&gt;feel like letting myself just go loose&lt;br /&gt;sometimes not knowing pain is better&lt;br /&gt;pain's slowly going&lt;br /&gt;i hope it leaves&lt;br /&gt;instead of this naggy feeling im getting&lt;br /&gt;if i snap at you...&lt;br /&gt;please understand&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are raging right now&lt;br /&gt;cant really handle them all&lt;br /&gt;so if im alittle more short tempered&lt;br /&gt;alittle more unhappy please do understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i smile again&lt;br /&gt;will i laugh again&lt;br /&gt;with them??&lt;br /&gt;can i??&lt;br /&gt;it wont be the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;not by a long shot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-2644544782290906184?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2644544782290906184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2644544782290906184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2644544782290906184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-503087421222517446</id><published>2009-01-21T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:16:02.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>im at a loss of words...&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's a first for everything...&lt;br /&gt;quite lost now&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like doing anything&lt;br /&gt;i could leave right??&lt;br /&gt;i could just pull out of sch&lt;br /&gt;but my classmates would probably hate me&lt;br /&gt;just gona finish my PW&lt;br /&gt;then well&lt;br /&gt;i guess anyhow do the EOYs&lt;br /&gt;then transfer out lor&lt;br /&gt;i hope after CNY i'll feel better&lt;br /&gt;my bro's gona leave this sun&lt;br /&gt;sad aint it??&lt;br /&gt;just before CNY...&lt;br /&gt;life wont be the same anymore&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;i'll adapt i guess&lt;br /&gt;everyone changes&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this is my cue to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-503087421222517446?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/503087421222517446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/503087421222517446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/503087421222517446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-3829153246297533937</id><published>2009-01-20T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:15:27.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>life's like a war&lt;br /&gt;each step is like a battle&lt;br /&gt;but for what do i fight for??&lt;br /&gt;for what do i step forth??&lt;br /&gt;the battle field's too noisy&lt;br /&gt;cant think&lt;br /&gt;gotta hide away&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;for what&lt;br /&gt;a meaningless war is pointless&lt;br /&gt;hate doing pointless stuff&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a meaning then...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-3829153246297533937?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/3829153246297533937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/3829153246297533937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/3829153246297533937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-4193709378913412661</id><published>2009-01-20T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:18:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clear??</title><content type='html'>well...&lt;br /&gt;just spoke to my 'bro'&lt;br /&gt;clarified things up&lt;br /&gt;i guess&lt;br /&gt;feel much better now&lt;br /&gt;but still have alot to figure out&lt;br /&gt;need ta do this alone tho&lt;br /&gt;doubt anyone can help&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;gona do some of my PW first&lt;br /&gt;then my stories&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll find it&lt;br /&gt;hopefully soon...&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-4193709378913412661?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4193709378913412661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/4193709378913412661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/4193709378913412661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/clear.html' title='clear??'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8379325675960358702</id><published>2009-01-20T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:45:56.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disintegrating</title><content type='html'>is anyone there??&lt;br /&gt;i feel my sanity is going&lt;br /&gt;not broken&lt;br /&gt;not shattered&lt;br /&gt;but disintegrating&lt;br /&gt;never to come back&lt;br /&gt;forcing myself forward&lt;br /&gt;but without meaning&lt;br /&gt;whats the point&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; be alone&lt;br /&gt;hidden away&lt;br /&gt;perhaps for eternity&lt;br /&gt;at least i wont be hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;being alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; scary&lt;br /&gt;being hurt is&lt;br /&gt;can anyone out there help??&lt;br /&gt;can you??&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone to help me??&lt;br /&gt;piece by piece i fall apart&lt;br /&gt;how long will my sanity stay&lt;br /&gt;but i need to keep up impressions&lt;br /&gt;no one can see through my mask&lt;br /&gt;no one shall&lt;br /&gt;trust no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i trust&lt;br /&gt;something happens&lt;br /&gt;does crying help??&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;does asking help??&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;what can i do??&lt;br /&gt;who can i fall back on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; was there for her&lt;br /&gt;but no one's got my back&lt;br /&gt;if i fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; break&lt;br /&gt;but does anyone care??&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know??&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mustnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can&lt;br /&gt;no one shall&lt;br /&gt;slowly my sanity whittles away&lt;br /&gt;how long can i hold it??&lt;br /&gt;how long will it stay??&lt;br /&gt;can i ever pull it together again??&lt;br /&gt;should i??&lt;br /&gt;so many questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; backed to a corner&lt;br /&gt;surrounded&lt;br /&gt;so many problems&lt;br /&gt;cant run&lt;br /&gt;cant hide&lt;br /&gt;can i use my last resort??&lt;br /&gt;should i??&lt;br /&gt;sometimes to forget is such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;should i??&lt;br /&gt;forget the two friends that i trust most&lt;br /&gt;should i??&lt;br /&gt;once i forget than the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;but if i do then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;so's&lt;/span&gt; all happiness&lt;br /&gt;what should i do??&lt;br /&gt;what can i do??&lt;br /&gt;staying in the corner&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;slowly...&lt;br /&gt;i want to leave this closet of mine&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i try&lt;br /&gt;i get hurt&lt;br /&gt;i guess the safest place&lt;br /&gt;is still my closet&lt;br /&gt;to hole myself up&lt;br /&gt;trust no one&lt;br /&gt;believe no one&lt;br /&gt;such is my way of life now&lt;br /&gt;frozen is all emotions&lt;br /&gt;shattered is all dreams&lt;br /&gt;heart of ice&lt;br /&gt;never to warm up again&lt;br /&gt;i feel like there's something eating away in me&lt;br /&gt;slowly draining me&lt;br /&gt;slowly killing me&lt;br /&gt;can anyone help??&lt;br /&gt;can you??&lt;br /&gt;but will you??&lt;br /&gt;should you??&lt;br /&gt;so many questions i want to ask&lt;br /&gt;but THEY are happy&lt;br /&gt;should i be glad&lt;br /&gt;or should i be jealous??&lt;br /&gt;my best of friends&lt;br /&gt;together&lt;br /&gt;should i be happy??&lt;br /&gt;should i not??&lt;br /&gt;torn between feelings&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; tear THEM apart&lt;br /&gt;but i cant bear to&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wana&lt;/span&gt; be glad for THEM&lt;br /&gt;but i cant bring myself to&lt;br /&gt;a mask is helpful&lt;br /&gt;it always is&lt;br /&gt;hidden behind my mask&lt;br /&gt;a smiling mask&lt;br /&gt;i will smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;but i can never find happiness&lt;br /&gt;can you bring me there again??&lt;br /&gt;can someone cut my feelings out??&lt;br /&gt;can someone cut my emotions out??&lt;br /&gt;if you can please do&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;balancing&lt;/span&gt; on a thread...&lt;br /&gt;one side's insanity&lt;br /&gt;one side's death&lt;br /&gt;where will i fall??&lt;br /&gt;or will i make it to the light??&lt;br /&gt;that small speck of hope&lt;br /&gt;it seems so far...&lt;br /&gt;and it's so pain to continue moving&lt;br /&gt;it hurts every step i take&lt;br /&gt;and now it hurts too much to take another&lt;br /&gt;should i continue??&lt;br /&gt;or can someone help me make a choice??&lt;br /&gt;insanity or death??&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;anyone&lt;br /&gt;but can you??&lt;br /&gt;should you??&lt;br /&gt;is anyone there??&lt;br /&gt;i feel my sanity going&lt;br /&gt;not broken&lt;br /&gt;not shattered&lt;br /&gt;but disintegrating&lt;br /&gt;never to come back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-8379325675960358702?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8379325675960358702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/disintegrating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8379325675960358702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8379325675960358702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/disintegrating.html' title='disintegrating'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-6369362582971334011</id><published>2009-01-19T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:41:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOB</title><content type='html'>arghh&lt;br /&gt;MOB PW sux&lt;br /&gt;the textbook - useless&lt;br /&gt;the online lectures - useless&lt;br /&gt;the tutorial notes - useless&lt;br /&gt;how to do la...&lt;br /&gt;anyhow squeeze lor&lt;br /&gt;sianed&lt;br /&gt;looking at the class now&lt;br /&gt;everyone's chionging PW&lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;notes all out&lt;br /&gt;so crazy&lt;br /&gt;so tense??&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel it&lt;br /&gt;i found out smth different about my grp&lt;br /&gt;it's more relaxed&lt;br /&gt;but just as efficient&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;still have IDEAs and ITAB PW&lt;br /&gt;liddat GG liao lor&lt;br /&gt;haix&lt;br /&gt;heng i gona confirm my course change&lt;br /&gt;but if nvr approve den i truly GG liao lor&lt;br /&gt;how leh&lt;br /&gt;chiong PW la&lt;br /&gt;at least when i leave dun drag down others lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if anyone still reads my blog...&lt;br /&gt;duno dun care&lt;br /&gt;just type to relieve stress&lt;br /&gt;keep myself sane&lt;br /&gt;hahas....&lt;br /&gt;da di dum&lt;br /&gt;MOB liao&lt;br /&gt;chiong lor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-6369362582971334011?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6369362582971334011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/mob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6369362582971334011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6369362582971334011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/mob.html' title='MOB'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-1097963000668285368</id><published>2009-01-18T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:40:10.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>forth post of the day...&lt;br /&gt;at least if i post it before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;midnite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wahjong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and big 2.5&lt;br /&gt;well feel rather relaxed already&lt;br /&gt;feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just signed in to say&lt;br /&gt;well i kinda managed to get over&lt;br /&gt;THEM&lt;br /&gt;but well best wishes&lt;br /&gt;especially when it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; become long distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i feel lighter&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;but still a few regrets here and there&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;whats done is done&lt;br /&gt;time cant reverse&lt;br /&gt;time wait for no man&lt;br /&gt;so well&lt;br /&gt;will it wait for women??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry just bored&lt;br /&gt;seriously bored&lt;br /&gt;need ta sleep now...&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-1097963000668285368?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1097963000668285368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/1097963000668285368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/1097963000668285368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-2240515619903021597</id><published>2009-01-18T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:10:58.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing left</title><content type='html'>third post in a day...&lt;br /&gt;so much thoughts in me&lt;br /&gt;can i think straight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went ta meet THEM&lt;br /&gt;they said they wanted to talk&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;just went along lor&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;do they know??&lt;br /&gt;do they realise??&lt;br /&gt;which part was true??&lt;br /&gt;which part was a mask??&lt;br /&gt;was it totally true??&lt;br /&gt;was it totally false??&lt;br /&gt;the scariest lie is half-truths&lt;br /&gt;it may sound true but it isnt&lt;br /&gt;can anyone see through it??&lt;br /&gt;can anyone uncover it??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;can they&lt;br /&gt;as the people who supposedly know me best&lt;br /&gt;see through my mask&lt;br /&gt;uncover my mask&lt;br /&gt;can they??&lt;br /&gt;can anyone??&lt;br /&gt;im not perfect&lt;br /&gt;someone should be able to&lt;br /&gt;but till then&lt;br /&gt;no one has&lt;br /&gt;no one can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone afraid of the dark??&lt;br /&gt;not me&lt;br /&gt;i welcome it&lt;br /&gt;i love it&lt;br /&gt;i hide in it&lt;br /&gt;can being innocent help anyone??&lt;br /&gt;or can darkness help more??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mask&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;br /&gt;can anyone uncover it for me??&lt;br /&gt;im so used to it that even i&lt;br /&gt;forgot my true personality&lt;br /&gt;or has it become my personality&lt;br /&gt;being able to adapt fast&lt;br /&gt;being able to change&lt;br /&gt;is it good??&lt;br /&gt;is it bad??&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;THEY dont seem to believe&lt;br /&gt;THEY dont believe i can change&lt;br /&gt;THEY dont know my scary part&lt;br /&gt;THEY dont really know me&lt;br /&gt;does anyone??&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people i dont know&lt;br /&gt;know me better than my friends&lt;br /&gt;they can see through me&lt;br /&gt;but my friends have be blinded&lt;br /&gt;is this good??&lt;br /&gt;is this bad??&lt;br /&gt;do THEY expect to see me crying??&lt;br /&gt;do THEY expect to see me sad??&lt;br /&gt;do THEY expect to see my hidden face??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;my emotions are very well in place&lt;br /&gt;they never show&lt;br /&gt;not to any human&lt;br /&gt;this wont change&lt;br /&gt;no matter to whom&lt;br /&gt;ever watched V for Vendetta??&lt;br /&gt;i have a mask like that&lt;br /&gt;one that smiles forever&lt;br /&gt;and i wear it forever&lt;br /&gt;can anyone see through the lie??&lt;br /&gt;the lie that has been there since 7??&lt;br /&gt;the lie that has been forgotten??&lt;br /&gt;the lie that has never been uncovered??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;can you??&lt;br /&gt;can THEY??&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it&lt;br /&gt;even if they see this&lt;br /&gt;they will never know&lt;br /&gt;when was i true&lt;br /&gt;when was i masked&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of true happiness&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of emotions&lt;br /&gt;i am now hidden forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna pull out of school...&lt;br /&gt;for a year or so&lt;br /&gt;to calm down&lt;br /&gt;to think&lt;br /&gt;to just lie there&lt;br /&gt;not moving&lt;br /&gt;but i cant&lt;br /&gt;cuz no one can know about this&lt;br /&gt;no one can realise this false mask&lt;br /&gt;there is no choice for me&lt;br /&gt;i must follow&lt;br /&gt;i must continue&lt;br /&gt;i must go forward&lt;br /&gt;i must tear myself away&lt;br /&gt;i must let go&lt;br /&gt;i must forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must i??&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to&lt;br /&gt;so many good times were spent with them&lt;br /&gt;so many&lt;br /&gt;uncountable&lt;br /&gt;but they link to sad ones&lt;br /&gt;to forget the sad&lt;br /&gt;i must forget the good&lt;br /&gt;do i have a choice??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i going insane??&lt;br /&gt;the blow seemed alittle more&lt;br /&gt;alittle more than my control&lt;br /&gt;typing seems to help&lt;br /&gt;cycling seems to help&lt;br /&gt;but not enough&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like smashing something someone&lt;br /&gt;can i hold myself back??&lt;br /&gt;can i suppress myself??&lt;br /&gt;must i??&lt;br /&gt;i know i can just let loose&lt;br /&gt;all my anger&lt;br /&gt;all my rage&lt;br /&gt;but i mustnt&lt;br /&gt;no one must know&lt;br /&gt;no one can know&lt;br /&gt;hidden are these feelings&lt;br /&gt;hidden are these thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cruelty of the world is hidden&lt;br /&gt;such is the illusion of reality&lt;br /&gt;such is the darkness of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tainted reality&lt;br /&gt;can truth survive??&lt;br /&gt;can innocence survie??&lt;br /&gt;or will they conform??&lt;br /&gt;will they change??&lt;br /&gt;will they adapt??&lt;br /&gt;will they become like me??&lt;br /&gt;a mask that hides the face forever&lt;br /&gt;or will they remain true??&lt;br /&gt;a person who stands out&lt;br /&gt;a person who challenges change&lt;br /&gt;a person who challenges the world&lt;br /&gt;can you??&lt;br /&gt;or will you succumb&lt;br /&gt;to the darkness of the world??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-2240515619903021597?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2240515619903021597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2240515619903021597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2240515619903021597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/nothing-left.html' title='nothing left'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-7316819584427151486</id><published>2009-01-18T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:41:12.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done for</title><content type='html'>wanted to write again but...&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;and chose not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it'll end up sad anyways...&lt;br /&gt;no mood too&lt;br /&gt;ah wells&lt;br /&gt;needed to pass time so well&lt;br /&gt;within a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst news had been confirmed&lt;br /&gt;and well&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say at all&lt;br /&gt;cant say it surprised me&lt;br /&gt;cant say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had such feelings before&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a very observant person&lt;br /&gt;i kinda felt it ever since we started going out&lt;br /&gt;i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stop it i guess&lt;br /&gt;what had to happen happened&lt;br /&gt;so well nothing to remember&lt;br /&gt;nothing to reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;i found out from a book&lt;br /&gt;a way to programme you mind&lt;br /&gt;to force yourself to forget&lt;br /&gt;image the memory as a picture&lt;br /&gt;imagine yourself burning it&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it works??&lt;br /&gt;well i could try it out&lt;br /&gt;but not yet...&lt;br /&gt;too many things still remind me of them&lt;br /&gt;must forget those memories&lt;br /&gt;must remove those items&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope&lt;br /&gt;one day they will be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;one whom i knew all my life&lt;br /&gt;and the other who stayed by me for nearly four years&lt;br /&gt;one day even they can be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and force myself i will&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;tears hardly suface these days for me&lt;br /&gt;is it because i expected this??&lt;br /&gt;is it because i finished them in sec sch??&lt;br /&gt;is it because i hate them??&lt;br /&gt;if i cry will it help??&lt;br /&gt;doubt it&lt;br /&gt;even if i cried my eyes blind&lt;br /&gt;my throat hoarse&lt;br /&gt;my heart burnt&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it&lt;br /&gt;but enough&lt;br /&gt;pondering on memories such as these are pointless&lt;br /&gt;they will be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;they will be removed&lt;br /&gt;impossible you say&lt;br /&gt;well i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;first step complete&lt;br /&gt;second  step underway&lt;br /&gt;when it reaches the final step i will forget them&lt;br /&gt;i will move on&lt;br /&gt;till then i can only hope&lt;br /&gt;slowly...&lt;br /&gt;step by step&lt;br /&gt;i can scale any mountain&lt;br /&gt;step by step&lt;br /&gt;i can walk any distance&lt;br /&gt;step by step&lt;br /&gt;anything can be done&lt;br /&gt;i will tear down the obstacles&lt;br /&gt;i will cut down all foe&lt;br /&gt;anyone in my way&lt;br /&gt;shall perish&lt;br /&gt;that is my move&lt;br /&gt;that is my decision&lt;br /&gt;never look back&lt;br /&gt;never retreat&lt;br /&gt;forever forward&lt;br /&gt;forever victorious&lt;br /&gt;i will not stand down&lt;br /&gt;i will not back off&lt;br /&gt;headstrong is my attribute&lt;br /&gt;stubborness is my way&lt;br /&gt;no one can stop me&lt;br /&gt;nothing can block me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-7316819584427151486?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7316819584427151486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/7316819584427151486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/7316819584427151486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done-for.html' title='done for'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8264472355383860372</id><published>2009-01-18T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:41:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done</title><content type='html'>went cycling&lt;br /&gt;left at 11-12&lt;br /&gt;came back at bout 3-4&lt;br /&gt;went to pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;to tamp&lt;br /&gt;then to tanah merah&lt;br /&gt;onward to eunos&lt;br /&gt;took longer than expected...&lt;br /&gt;but feel so much better now&lt;br /&gt;was think while cycling&lt;br /&gt;i realised that being happy was but a choice&lt;br /&gt;so i chose to be happy&lt;br /&gt;what happened has happened&lt;br /&gt;nothing can change that&lt;br /&gt;only the perspective can be changed&lt;br /&gt;if they want to be together...&lt;br /&gt;they can have my blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever heard of a love triangle??&lt;br /&gt;what normally happens is that all three are hurt right??&lt;br /&gt;but what if one takes all the pain onto himself??&lt;br /&gt;will it work out??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;worry not&lt;br /&gt;my abilty to not die or become depressed is rather strong&lt;br /&gt;impossible possibly&lt;br /&gt;my pain will show to no one&lt;br /&gt;a mask will cover all emotion&lt;br /&gt;eyes are said to be the windows to life&lt;br /&gt;but what if i can even close these windows??&lt;br /&gt;can anyone ever find out the truth??&lt;br /&gt;emotions are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;pull away from them&lt;br /&gt;but no one will&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;br /&gt;still got a long day ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;how can i spend time??&lt;br /&gt;what shall i do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-8264472355383860372?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8264472355383860372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8264472355383860372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8264472355383860372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/done.html' title='done'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-6971872624804175355</id><published>2009-01-17T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:23:40.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wanted to write a story today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had a beatiful plot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and fantasy story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;could have written it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;recieved bad news two days back....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stumbled on worse news today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sad aint it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh wells...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i guess when this kinda things happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i need to do is just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;leave it all behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tear away all uneeded emotions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;will take awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wont be online or blogging anytime soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;rather be left in solitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll get over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just not so soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blood raging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;emotions soaring...&lt;br /&gt;adrenaline pumping...&lt;br /&gt;hate building...&lt;br /&gt;slowly all these will disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of being happy when everthing is just a farce...&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of happiness when it make you know sadness...&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of being elated when they still leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everyone shall just see a front...&lt;br /&gt;a false front...&lt;br /&gt;a decpetion...&lt;br /&gt;all the falsehoods will be hidden...&lt;br /&gt;hidden so intricately behind more deceptions...&lt;br /&gt;what is truth and what is lies???&lt;br /&gt;will anyone know???&lt;br /&gt;will anyone find out???&lt;br /&gt;whoever finds out has to be a genius...&lt;br /&gt;or the creator of this monstrous being...&lt;br /&gt;the being of deception&lt;br /&gt;the being of falsehoods&lt;br /&gt;the being of lies&lt;br /&gt;who will know???&lt;br /&gt;ever so vigilant...&lt;br /&gt;ever so careful...&lt;br /&gt;will this being be found??&lt;br /&gt;is it you??&lt;br /&gt;is it me??&lt;br /&gt;is it her??&lt;br /&gt;who is it??&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is not a person...&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is many...&lt;br /&gt;is it that group??&lt;br /&gt;is it that cult??&lt;br /&gt;is it that goverment??&lt;br /&gt;who can it be??&lt;br /&gt;is it hiding amongst the obvious??&lt;br /&gt;is it hidden so deep within the depths of darkness??&lt;br /&gt;who know??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;can you figure it out??&lt;br /&gt;such is the illusion of reality...&lt;br /&gt;and such is the world...&lt;br /&gt;everyone hides things..&lt;br /&gt;everyone lies..&lt;br /&gt;when do they lie??&lt;br /&gt;and when do they not??&lt;br /&gt;who can figure everyone out??&lt;br /&gt;which genius has seen the truth??&lt;br /&gt;which fool has fell to the darkness??&lt;br /&gt;who defines such people??&lt;br /&gt;self-proclaimers are liars&lt;br /&gt;white lies are harmless...&lt;br /&gt;how sure are you about that??&lt;br /&gt;lies are still lies...&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone not lie??&lt;br /&gt;is it possible??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;darkness reside in everyone...&lt;br /&gt;collegues backstab&lt;br /&gt;friends crush&lt;br /&gt;familes devour&lt;br /&gt;internal strife is so much scarier than an external foe&lt;br /&gt;what can anyone do to stop this...&lt;br /&gt;this downward spiral of the world...&lt;br /&gt;can anyone stop it??&lt;br /&gt;can anyone put an end to it??&lt;br /&gt;not that i know of...&lt;br /&gt;not yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;such is the insanity of the world...&lt;br /&gt;who defines sanity??&lt;br /&gt;can you??&lt;br /&gt;or are you conforming to the world's idea of sanity??&lt;br /&gt;who say the insane are truly insane??&lt;br /&gt;who says the sane are sane??&lt;br /&gt;who knows??&lt;br /&gt;a sane man could be insane&lt;br /&gt;an insane man could be sane&lt;br /&gt;am i sane??&lt;br /&gt;the world says i am&lt;br /&gt;but i dont feel that way&lt;br /&gt;thoughts clogging up my mind&lt;br /&gt;questions fill up my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;so confused&lt;br /&gt;so annoyed&lt;br /&gt;is the world coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;i hope so&lt;br /&gt;at least then emotions will be no more&lt;br /&gt;saddness causes hate&lt;br /&gt;hate leads to vengence&lt;br /&gt;vengence brings sadness&lt;br /&gt;the neverending cycle&lt;br /&gt;can anyone stop it before it worsens??&lt;br /&gt;impossible...&lt;br /&gt;will a mircle happen??&lt;br /&gt;will my hate go away??&lt;br /&gt;will my saddness disappear??&lt;br /&gt;i doubt it...&lt;br /&gt;it will however be suppressed...&lt;br /&gt;along with many other memories...&lt;br /&gt;many other experiences&lt;br /&gt;many other feelings&lt;br /&gt;many other emotions...&lt;br /&gt;hidden away it will be&lt;br /&gt;surface again it might&lt;br /&gt;but who will know&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;other than myself no one else will know&lt;br /&gt;everything shall be locked up&lt;br /&gt;everything shall be hidden&lt;br /&gt;everything shall be covered&lt;br /&gt;can you see through my mask??&lt;br /&gt;no one has&lt;br /&gt;no one ever did&lt;br /&gt;not for ten years...&lt;br /&gt;no one can&lt;br /&gt;no one will&lt;br /&gt;is a smiling face always happy&lt;br /&gt;is a laughing face truly happy&lt;br /&gt;have you all been decieved??&lt;br /&gt;who has and who hasnt??&lt;br /&gt;am i always happy??&lt;br /&gt;am i always laughing??&lt;br /&gt;is it real??&lt;br /&gt;or am i just entertaining you??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;people come people go&lt;br /&gt;who can remember every single person who cried??&lt;br /&gt;who can remember every single mind that was lost??&lt;br /&gt;who can remember every single pain of the world??&lt;br /&gt;no one can&lt;br /&gt;no one will&lt;br /&gt;neither would many of us be remembered&lt;br /&gt;along with the years everyone will be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;can anyone remember the names of your ancestors??&lt;br /&gt;who bothers??&lt;br /&gt;who cares??&lt;br /&gt;do you??&lt;br /&gt;do you bother only about yourself??&lt;br /&gt;or do you truly bother about those around you??&lt;br /&gt;or are those a farce too??&lt;br /&gt;who will know??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;who can confirm everything that was supposedly the truth??&lt;br /&gt;who can confirm everything that was supposedly lies??&lt;br /&gt;who can??&lt;br /&gt;who will??&lt;br /&gt;lies can be spun to cover for other lies...&lt;br /&gt;if we all lied just once a day&lt;br /&gt;how many times you have lied by now??&lt;br /&gt;remember you would need another lie to cover up for the previous one...&lt;br /&gt;the endless number of possible lies...&lt;br /&gt;can you see through them??&lt;br /&gt;am i fine??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;am i sane??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;will anyone know??&lt;br /&gt;will anyone find out??&lt;br /&gt;will anyone even bother??&lt;br /&gt;who knows??&lt;br /&gt;who cares??&lt;br /&gt;the world has billions of people&lt;br /&gt;will anyone remember but one insignificant nameless person??&lt;br /&gt;the many that are dying everyday&lt;br /&gt;who remembers their names??&lt;br /&gt;who remembers them??&lt;br /&gt;no one but their family&lt;br /&gt;and soon after years&lt;br /&gt;no one at all&lt;br /&gt;are you indisposible??&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;people come people go&lt;br /&gt;its the same for you&lt;br /&gt;its the same for me&lt;br /&gt;its the same for everyone&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful story??&lt;br /&gt;sad memories??&lt;br /&gt;these were just mere thoughts of mine&lt;br /&gt;can you feel what im feeling now??&lt;br /&gt;can you understand the pain im in??&lt;br /&gt;can ou even comprehend my situation??&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;how would you feel being torn apart by your only two best friends&lt;br /&gt;how would you react&lt;br /&gt;how can you react&lt;br /&gt;you may choose one&lt;br /&gt;but what if they both chose the other over you??&lt;br /&gt;you will be thrown aside&lt;br /&gt;discarded like a worthless item&lt;br /&gt;do you have a choice??&lt;br /&gt;leaving is but the only road left&lt;br /&gt;torn apart and discarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions... discarded&lt;br /&gt;memories... discarded&lt;br /&gt;thoughts... discarded&lt;br /&gt;change... instilled&lt;br /&gt;update... complete&lt;br /&gt;thats the first few steps...&lt;br /&gt;calming my self down...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully THEY dont bother me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to THEM&lt;br /&gt;there were good times&lt;br /&gt;there were bad times...&lt;br /&gt;but that was unacceptable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-6971872624804175355?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6971872624804175355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6971872624804175355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6971872624804175355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-5899919196280385</id><published>2009-01-02T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:10:39.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>course switch</title><content type='html'>finally!!! my mum has approved of me transferring...&lt;br /&gt;so im now looking around see wad course im actually interested in...&lt;br /&gt;need ta do SAA and check out lor...&lt;br /&gt;all the transfer stuffs...sian-ed&lt;br /&gt;lazy do but no choice...&lt;br /&gt;wana transfer must do all the procedures...&lt;br /&gt;oh wellss....&lt;br /&gt;most likely is tranfer to DDM&lt;br /&gt;Diploma in Digital Media...&lt;br /&gt;where i can finally learn to programme adobe...&lt;br /&gt;maybe JAVA...&lt;br /&gt;duno learn all best...&lt;br /&gt;den can use mah...&lt;br /&gt;nah...thinking too much into it liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;l8r dun have den i GG liao lo...&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;at least i might survive there...&lt;br /&gt;no insult to DAC peeps but just i getting a little bored liao...&lt;br /&gt;DAC 10 still rocks...&lt;br /&gt;its just the modules alittle the sian...&lt;br /&gt;gona choing finals den have chance to change course...&lt;br /&gt;first need ta defer the NS thing...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;see how lor...&lt;br /&gt;if unlucky den i no choice go NS first den come back Poly...&lt;br /&gt;if heng den is Poly aft tat NS...&lt;br /&gt;up to MINDEF to approve or disapprove my deferment liao lor&lt;br /&gt;what do i do now??&lt;br /&gt;its 1am but still not sleepy leh...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;CRS presentation wed...&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll have to drag my grp down into hell with me...&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but aft tat they will glimpse heaven when their marks are out&lt;br /&gt;PS Alan...your info nt in yet...&lt;br /&gt;PS Wilfrid...why nvr come on wed??&lt;br /&gt;im gona murder both of them!!!&lt;br /&gt;watch out in sch tmr :p&lt;br /&gt;you'll see whats gona happen&lt;br /&gt;new year's was boring this year...&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd be wif my frens at marina watching fireworks...&lt;br /&gt;but then dis year i rotted at YCK at my dad's fren place...&lt;br /&gt;boringgggg...&lt;br /&gt;until i found entertainment in the form of a PS3!!!&lt;br /&gt;ROCK BAND rules...&lt;br /&gt;guitar was fine for me...&lt;br /&gt;drums were impossible...&lt;br /&gt;well...i guess im nt suited to be a musician anyways...&lt;br /&gt;been awhile since i did stories...well...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll start again sometime soon...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-5899919196280385?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5899919196280385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/course-switch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/5899919196280385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/5899919196280385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/01/course-switch.html' title='course switch'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-4243637712325673434</id><published>2008-12-21T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:58:25.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayyy</title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;just finished CHIRSMASQUERADE&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first it is my blabberings about church camp :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;went to church for service as per normal&lt;br /&gt;except we had huge bags all over the place...&lt;br /&gt;after we had briefing where we were separated into our groups&lt;br /&gt;we had stuff to remember...&lt;br /&gt;of which i mermorised and still remember till now...yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;ask some of my church friends...&lt;br /&gt;im sure they'll be delighted to tell you their sufferings :P&lt;br /&gt;we took a two hour bus ride to NUS Kent ridge hall&lt;br /&gt;threw all our stuffs aside and went fer dinner&lt;br /&gt;AT 6!!!&lt;br /&gt;so early la...&lt;br /&gt;wasnt even hungry&lt;br /&gt;but still ate...hahas&lt;br /&gt;we travelled to Temasek club fer service...&lt;br /&gt;Reverend James Singh was the preacher fer the camp...&lt;br /&gt;man he was great...&lt;br /&gt;serious but fun...&lt;br /&gt;only one word can describe him POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok but after that it was sooo cool&lt;br /&gt;we went back to wash up/sleep&lt;br /&gt;but nooooo&lt;br /&gt;everyone stayed at the main hall/lounge&lt;br /&gt;AND TALKED!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;but there was also snacks being sold to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;i obviously bought some ;p&lt;br /&gt;stayed up late till 1 memorising my verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;started the day just on time...&lt;br /&gt;woke up went fer breakfast then washed up...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;after i said JUST on time...&lt;br /&gt;had ta rush breakfast to wash up...&lt;br /&gt;next was devotion...where Jeramiah (sorry but my name spelling might not be all that great)&lt;br /&gt;joined us...&lt;br /&gt;then was moring service&lt;br /&gt;and the timetable had C.I.P. after that but apparently it was a trick....&lt;br /&gt;LIARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;but yea during that time we had to do 5 stations instead...&lt;br /&gt;5 stations of games that is&lt;br /&gt;its was both fun yet stressful for during that time...&lt;br /&gt;we had charades, preaching challenge, skit, memory verses, 10 questions to answer&lt;br /&gt;we prepared for the like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charades : no way of preparation...just act out whatever you were told to do so&lt;br /&gt;preaching challenge : Zhi Ming was the one doin the work...&lt;br /&gt;Skit : i was calefare...started off the skit ( in a sense )&lt;br /&gt;Memory Verses : memorised all 13 verses i had....and they were all crazy long...&lt;br /&gt;10 questions to answer : know the book of matthew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that day we were all like "today can rest properly"&lt;br /&gt;but it was still very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;everything same except we had cell time...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to do sports...&lt;br /&gt;Gabsty went to pick up "Aunty" Fang&lt;br /&gt;Matthew went to "Soak"&lt;br /&gt;James was forced to join me...&lt;br /&gt;thats about all those present...&lt;br /&gt;Gabsty and "Aunty" Fang came and watched our soccer match...&lt;br /&gt;(nt very cell-time right?)&lt;br /&gt;but anyways...it was still fun... :D&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...before we went to do our stuff...&lt;br /&gt;we planned and set our cell goals fer '09...&lt;br /&gt;must abide to it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i left here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Wed&lt;br /&gt;they all went to play games...&lt;br /&gt;guess where??&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go...&lt;br /&gt;but had ta help someone out...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells at least i went fer all the services...&lt;br /&gt;my team apparently came in third...&lt;br /&gt;if i was there im sure it would have been 1st or second!!!&lt;br /&gt;wasted...but oh wells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISMASQUERADE!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously fun...&lt;br /&gt;too bad some of us dint go...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...wana know more???&lt;br /&gt;im nt telling here...&lt;br /&gt;its wayyy toooo good to even type it out...&lt;br /&gt;it would be an insult to the memory of it...&lt;br /&gt;but here's a summary of what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-service prayer...&lt;br /&gt;Praise and Worship&lt;br /&gt;Service&lt;br /&gt;Separated into "Families"&lt;br /&gt;Learnt our "Family" Word&lt;br /&gt;Went down to BASC&lt;br /&gt;played a game called Family Feud&lt;br /&gt;then as a mini entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;we played smth called  HUH?&lt;br /&gt;then it was dinner&lt;br /&gt;prize presentation&lt;br /&gt;fellowship&lt;br /&gt;end of celebration&lt;br /&gt;packed up&lt;br /&gt;left&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;blogged :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun people signing out now...&lt;br /&gt;its 2am and an early merry Xmas to you guys...&lt;br /&gt;good morning and im off to sleep...ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-4243637712325673434?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-2216960885999444726</id><published>2008-12-09T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:41:33.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>arghh...fell sick on sun...sick all the way thru mon...&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to study for my ITAB2 but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;just took the test today...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll like pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was awake each time on mon for like 5 mins before going back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda wasted my day...felt better at night tho...&lt;br /&gt;so i managed to study alittle before sleeping again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...for me now holidays have finally begun...&lt;br /&gt;but its only for three weeks...&lt;br /&gt;cant they just push it back by one more week...&lt;br /&gt;so it actually starts on a new year??&lt;br /&gt;or what they want us the celebrate new year's in sch...&lt;br /&gt;boring much...&lt;br /&gt;oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;no matter...once this week is over...&lt;br /&gt;i'll have my church camp...&lt;br /&gt;then alsitair will be back...real cool...&lt;br /&gt;and apparently he attempted contacting me from Venice...&lt;br /&gt;well i was sick...i wouldnt know now would i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i feel alot better now as compared to yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;but still alittle weak...&lt;br /&gt;snore...&lt;br /&gt;duno what to do now...&lt;br /&gt;havent eat dinner yet...&lt;br /&gt;no appetitte...ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-2216960885999444726?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2216960885999444726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2216960885999444726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2216960885999444726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-2642940990764987355</id><published>2008-12-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:06:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music &amp; blabberings</title><content type='html'>ok...i've added a music component to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;notice the head of the ninja....it actually moves up and down...&lt;br /&gt;found it rather amusing...&lt;br /&gt;ok next up shall be a tag board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea people...i just realised tagged was a fun place to meet random people...&lt;br /&gt;spoke to some...&lt;br /&gt;found them quite fun-loving (at least so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YESSSSS&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE ALMOST OVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ONE LOUSY CRAPPY TEST LEFT!!!GRR&lt;br /&gt;but anyways its fun...i love my class...&lt;br /&gt;rather amusing at times...actually not just rather...they are simply great people&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brudder from australia has gone to VENICE&lt;br /&gt;dammit....unfair...&lt;br /&gt;i wana go there too...&lt;br /&gt;and he happily told me "oh we are not going there straight...we are goin to ROME first"&lt;br /&gt;idiot...&lt;br /&gt;irritating me only la he&lt;br /&gt;but anyways i'll get pictures&lt;br /&gt;loads of them...&lt;br /&gt;he's rather handy with a camera...&lt;br /&gt;after all he's my shifu in that aspect&lt;br /&gt;the both of us are gona do smth...but its to be left undisclosed...&lt;br /&gt;wana know more??&lt;br /&gt;TOO BADD!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA....&lt;br /&gt;but seriously...&lt;br /&gt;dont bother asking for details...&lt;br /&gt;its to be left UNDISCLOSED after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas...im actually feeling extremely random...&lt;br /&gt;but im controlling it abit before i go all weird...&lt;br /&gt;only two persons have seen me HIGH...&lt;br /&gt;but they were HIGH then too...&lt;br /&gt;so im not to be blamed...&lt;br /&gt;and i mean high HIGH&lt;br /&gt;not drunk HIGH...&lt;br /&gt;i just drank coffee at night and went well HIGH&lt;br /&gt;...cant find another word for it...&lt;br /&gt;HIGH just sounds so much better than anything else...&lt;br /&gt;well...its starting to become a long post again...&lt;br /&gt;so nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS im not going to sleep yet...&lt;br /&gt;its just im saying goodnight cuz im not posting later at night just to say it...&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;have fun lives&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-2642940990764987355?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/2642940990764987355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-blabberings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2642940990764987355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/2642940990764987355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-blabberings.html' title='music &amp; blabberings'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-6089987717070099936</id><published>2008-11-30T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:44:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>so sorry ya&lt;br /&gt;was rather caught up with work&lt;br /&gt;also was catching up with a great 'brudder' of mine&lt;br /&gt;went to tamp trail&lt;br /&gt;i finally realised that it was located at the intersection of tamp Ave 7 and 9&lt;br /&gt;took me two years to realise that...lol&lt;br /&gt;btw in the first post i said smth like nt wanting to post bout my stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;but well scratch that...couldnt stand the temptation to just write random stuffs&lt;br /&gt;tmr MST how leh&lt;br /&gt;i wana just change course liddat&lt;br /&gt;but how to need to find out how...&lt;br /&gt;nt vry interested in acc actually&lt;br /&gt;i can do la but lazy and also the other subjects&lt;br /&gt;im like sian i dun need wan lor&lt;br /&gt;besides i dont really care bout other people's accounts...&lt;br /&gt;like dude you are paying me to count your money&lt;br /&gt;harloooo no offense to accountants but i rather count my own money&lt;br /&gt;i will feel shuang after that la&lt;br /&gt;if making loss i obviously feel pain den will think of ways to make more money lor&lt;br /&gt;i see other people's a/c den i also hack care&lt;br /&gt;i anyhow do den wrong too bad la&lt;br /&gt;got audits to edit for me wad&lt;br /&gt;and den i see so much money is like a huge temptation in front of me to 'kop' abit la&lt;br /&gt;but i wun do that la&lt;br /&gt;much less to my own company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit the off topic liao hor&lt;br /&gt;but thats the good thing about writing without a title :D&lt;br /&gt;i can write anything and still be on the topic...lmaoz&lt;br /&gt;but den liddat i also dun when to stop actually...&lt;br /&gt;you all must be like -.-&lt;br /&gt;but who cares...and i'll upload some stuffs here...&lt;br /&gt;like tagboards...music whatnots...&lt;br /&gt;just i find whatever i wana add den squeeze in here la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised im broke...&lt;br /&gt;lucky near holis liao&lt;br /&gt;like few hundred left lor...&lt;br /&gt;from thousands leh&lt;br /&gt;(not revealing numbers)&lt;br /&gt;sianz so how now??&lt;br /&gt;should i work??&lt;br /&gt;errr....nahhhh&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;too hyper to actually stay still in one place and do smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senario 1&lt;br /&gt;(macdonalds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (munch munch munch)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: are you eating again??&lt;br /&gt;            can you for once do your work and stop eating??&lt;br /&gt;ME: errr....later&lt;br /&gt;Boss: (nags)&lt;br /&gt;ME: (hack care and still eating)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: one more time and im sacking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (munch munch munch)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: are you eating again??&lt;br /&gt;            can you for once do your work and stop eating??&lt;br /&gt;ME: errr....later&lt;br /&gt;Boss: (nags)&lt;br /&gt;ME: (hack care and still eating)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: im sacking you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats pretty much whats gona happen :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senario 2&lt;br /&gt;(TAKA Sales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: sian-ed&lt;br /&gt;Customer : ah boy arh....can help me take that thing??&lt;br /&gt;ME: orh&lt;br /&gt;Customer : thank you hor...&lt;br /&gt;ME: np&lt;br /&gt;Customer : actually hor i dun wana liao&lt;br /&gt;ME: -.-&lt;br /&gt;Customer : can help me put back??&lt;br /&gt;ME: ok&lt;br /&gt;        (waits for customer to leave)&lt;br /&gt;         (shoves item under the shelf)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: hmm...we seem to have a missing item&lt;br /&gt;            you know where it is??&lt;br /&gt;ME: nope&lt;br /&gt;(after watching video cam)&lt;br /&gt;Boss: you'r fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exaggrated it alittle...but still pretty much whats gona happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah wells...feel alot more relaxed now...&lt;br /&gt;so back to the very top...&lt;br /&gt;should i change my course??&lt;br /&gt;i wana change to a writing course&lt;br /&gt;learn how to write nicer, better more entertaining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;br /&gt;very random maybe illogical stuff below&lt;br /&gt;if you are too logical and stern do not read&lt;br /&gt;hahas jkjking but seriously i dont think they make sense at all&lt;br /&gt;but i thought up of some nice .... er loss of words...&lt;br /&gt;proverbs? duno you can define them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am&lt;br /&gt;i do what i do&lt;br /&gt;and cuz you aint me&lt;br /&gt;you cant do it like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time waits for no man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness is but a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile and make someone's day&lt;br /&gt;frown and ruin another's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave the past in the past&lt;br /&gt;let bygones stay bygones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every move is a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhythm is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;we cant live without it&lt;br /&gt;no rhythm lives without us&lt;br /&gt;footsteps heartbeats breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is constant&lt;br /&gt;nothing else is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dry rose petals&lt;br /&gt;red round circles&lt;br /&gt;frame your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and stain your knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make no sense read together but separated they are alot more loggical&lt;br /&gt;ah wells...&lt;br /&gt;anyone here can add me on tagged or smth&lt;br /&gt;if you wana maybe on msn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-6089987717070099936?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/6089987717070099936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6089987717070099936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/6089987717070099936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/11/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-8070702563826052141</id><published>2008-10-13T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:07:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>sorry was tired yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;so i didnt write anything...&lt;br /&gt;so like i promised one of my church friends...&lt;br /&gt;here's a story about Dentures...&lt;br /&gt;why dentures...&lt;br /&gt;i dont even have any yet...&lt;br /&gt;neither do i want any&lt;br /&gt;oh yea FYI...&lt;br /&gt;she's studying dentistry...&lt;br /&gt;that should explain the link to dentures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DENTURES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;well it took me long to think of it but still nothing...brain rather dead now...went cycling on sat...met a few kiddies at the tampines BMX park...well some of them kinda annoyed me so i went off for one lap and they all kinda started leaving...lol...well so i had the place all to myself so i started training....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but anyways im super bored class starting so im leaving this for later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/495605717195949856-8070702563826052141?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8070702563826052141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8070702563826052141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/8070702563826052141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-5074073247423350319</id><published>2008-10-12T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:34:31.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idea from a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i wouldnt mind if you guys would think of one-word titles from my essays...&lt;br /&gt;helps me think and write more stories...&lt;br /&gt;but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea on what to write about...&lt;br /&gt;my mind is a total blank as of now...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...lets see who's online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JERK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENTURES (had to force this one out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay...&lt;br /&gt;got some words from friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which should i use??&lt;br /&gt;maybe a combination...&lt;br /&gt;right got it :D (imagine a light bulb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who think all Royalty are nice people&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to write a story to oppose the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;CROWNED JERK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Imagine a time during your secondary school. The class was as noisy as ever. The classroom was stuffy and hot. A really lousy atmosphere for studying. When suddenly out of nowhere a wave of perfumed air hits you. Every single eye turned toward this new student. Everything about him seems to be screaming out "I AM RICH". However it was also impossible to rob him. This was an understatement. He was surrounded by a gang of bodyguards. Every class he was in, there would be at least 5 bodyguards outside the classroom. Not to mention an army around the school's boundary. If you walked a little too close to him, every bodyguard would be ready to pounce on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, he approached you. You, someone who previously was no where near popularity, suddenly had everyone's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you be my girlfriend?" was all he said, as he extended out his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audible gasps could be heard. In fact the entire classroom had just became dead silent. Every single soul in the class even the teacher was awaiting your reply. With so much pressure on you, what could you do? The attention you longed for, the richest, most gentlemanly person in the entire school was asking you out. The choice was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that you took his hand and left the classroom. Leaving behind an utterly dumbstruck class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then the both of you grew closer, on the first date you guys started holding hands. After a few more it progressed to kissing. Of course being the richest kid around all your dates were paid solely by him. Being his girlfriend was like having an all-expense paid life. It was almost the life of a royalty. By getting closer, it meant you slowly learnt more about him. He was apparently the Prince of the Last Kingdom of Earth, and the king was on the top 10 list of the world's richest person. Being the sole heir to this kingdom, he was therefore allowed to use the money in his father's treasury. So he had &lt;b&gt;Billions&lt;/b&gt; on his hand to spend. He also owned different apartments on &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, one in Sentosa, a few at Orchard area and of course a whole building in a condominium estate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I wonder who in their right mind would not want to stay on in this relationship. However, soon he brought you home on the pretext of meeting his parents. Since it was only polite to concur to a King’s wishes, you had to agree. He held your hand all the way to his house at Sentosa. Throughout the entire journey, he elaborated on how his parents were highly traditional and that she could not meet them in such simple clothes like a school uniform. At first you wanted to go back home and change, but he insisted it’s a waste of time and that he wasn’t polite to be late. Giving in to his reasoning, you agreed to use some of his sister’s clothes. This led you to wonder since he was the sole heir how could he have a sister. He brushed it off simply, giving the reason that being traditional the Kingdom righteously goes to the firstborn male child. Having no idea on how kingdoms work, you just took his reason to be true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Upon reaching his house, he looked around if his parents were home yet. Luckily they were not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Ok. Right now I need you to go and change. Second level, first room on the left. Be quick.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Following his instructions, you entered the room. The clothes were already laid out on the bed. They were traditional clothes from his country. Unsure if it was the right set, you took it out and asked him. He dashed up the stairs and studied it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Yeah that’s the one.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Must I really wear this?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“As I said being very traditional, my parents would prefer my girlfriends to be dressed in our country’s traditional clothes.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Submitting to this one condition of his you willingly obliged.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Entering the room once again, you started undressing. While you were doing so he suddenly barged into the room. Dress in only your under garments, your instant reaction was to cover up. Jamming the door shut, he turned and faced you. A sinister look was on his face. Tearing away the last of your clothes, he pushed you onto the bed. Struggling against him as he pressed himself upon you, but it was to no avail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After that one night, did you realise that the gentlemanly man you once knew was just a front he used.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Undergoing such an experience, you vowed to show the school his true colours. Of course since he had such great popularity, no one believed you. They all just said that you were attempting to shame him because he dumped you. Slowly you found more of his victims. All of them were like you, unpopular. You saw through his plan. He took advantage of the less popular girls as no one would believe them. As time went on, his number of victims grew to such an extent that it was nearly half the school’s girls. Even though you were still attempting to fight against him, bringing the victims together was almost impossible. Many were becoming more and more suicidal while many more were in denial. Only a minute amount managed to pull themselves together and took a stand against him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Only a year after your fateful incident did enough witnesses stand up against him. They brought him to court and of course being rich, he did not have to be jailed. He was forced to leave the country, but it was on his private jet plane. You managed to salvage around a quarter of the school’s girls. All of those who stood up against him were a less probable choice as a girlfriend as they had been tainted. Sad to say, although you are a heroine amongst the girls, no guy wanted you as a girlfriend. But the reassuring thing was that the Crowned Jerk has left the country, never to set foot near you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yep...another late night essay done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;thanks to all those who helped me get the words... :D&lt;br /&gt;&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/495605717195949856-5074073247423350319?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5074073247423350319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/idea-from-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/5074073247423350319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/5074073247423350319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/idea-from-friend.html' title='Idea from a friend'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495605717195949856.post-519263910286120176</id><published>2008-10-11T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:39:22.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this blog was decided to be made just for the sake of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dont expect regular post or in fact dont expect anything much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this blog will most likely be used just for me to write stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but if you are lucky or however you deem it you may find occasional rants bout stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;of course they will be hidden in story form...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;have fun looking for them&lt;br /&gt;and im not bothering with a tagboard leave comments if you have to&lt;br /&gt;i'd love tips on how to improve my writing&lt;br /&gt;but dont mail me on my typing...&lt;br /&gt;i am capable of good standard english...&lt;br /&gt;but just too lazy to write it all out...&lt;br /&gt;so im using its simpler version aka Singlish...&lt;br /&gt;also dont hate mail me its a waste of both our time...&lt;br /&gt;i read comments waste time looking at hate comments...&lt;br /&gt;you waste you own time typing it out...&lt;br /&gt;besides im rather unaffected by what others think of me...&lt;br /&gt;if you think you can change me by posting comments...&lt;br /&gt;have fun trying but it'll never work out...&lt;br /&gt;enough with this boring part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys if ya all didnt know there's a really funny comedian...&lt;br /&gt;go on to youtube.com and search &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nigahiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is by far one of the best i've seen&lt;br /&gt;if you guys feel he is worthy then please subscribe to him...&lt;br /&gt;also he has just done a new movie...&lt;br /&gt;as for its release dates and location they are still unknown...&lt;br /&gt;i'd recommend these vid from him to you guys&lt;br /&gt;the (how to be a ...) series&lt;br /&gt;the (message to haters)&lt;br /&gt;the (ninja glare) - its a good song made by them&lt;br /&gt;the (number 21)&lt;br /&gt;the (i want to play a game)&lt;br /&gt;so on so forth...&lt;br /&gt;decided to stop before i write all of their vids out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what else...&lt;br /&gt;i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;should i start on my stories??&lt;br /&gt;its getting late...&lt;br /&gt;here's a short one...&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Illusion at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Most kids these days have gotten used to the idea of a beautiful lifestyle. One whereby they were allowed to stay at home all day and as some people says '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;relac&lt;/span&gt; one corner'. This was how Ryan lived his life. His life was revolving around games. His room was literally filled up with all sorts of games. Board games like Monopoly, Game of Life, Chess and many more, piled up upon them were computer games of all ages. The oldest of computer games was "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Spacewar&lt;/span&gt;!" and the newest consisted of "Command &amp;amp; Conquer: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Tiberium&lt;/span&gt; Wars" and Fall Out 3. If you are wondering how this one kid had such a range of games then here's the secret - his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Even after such an amount of games, most of which were never opened, he still clamoured&lt;/span&gt; for the latest games console, namely the Nintendo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, the Sony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PlayStation&lt;/span&gt; 3 and Microsoft &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;360. Being the utterly spoilt brat he was, the first thing he did was to sulk when his parents said no. The parents had no idea what to do as he was their firstborn. Having no experience they gave in to every little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;whimper&lt;/span&gt; he did. Thus he ended up with everything he ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he had no idea how much economical strain he was placing onto his parents. They were barely able to scrape through living with both their combined incomes, they were just able to put aside one thousand after deducting the utility bills. This was bad enough and yet now having an additional kid was worse. They were using more than what they could spare to satisfy their child's wants. Having no choice, they resorted to borrowing money from relatives and friends. Slowly, the closest of people drew away from them due to the large debts they owed. Without an alternative, they looked to the underworld. They took a loan from the loan sharks. The money came with a price. At first things looked up for them. They had extra cash to use, lived a more luxurious life and even 'upgraded' themselves. They moved to a Bungalow in the town area, bought a Mercedes, BMW and even a Lamborghini Reverton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These soon disappeared when the end of the year came. The amount they owed from 10 million went to an even larger sum of 100 million. How was this possible? Simply by having a compound interest rate of 50%. Without realising, the life they had gotten used to was about to be torn away. All knows about the ruthlessness of these underworld people. The family was separated forcefully, with the woman dragged into a room with about 20 guys (the activity in the room shall not be disclosed but I am sure many knows exactly what happened within) while the male was dragged out and slugged (beaten up). Mercy was shown to the kid but the emotional trauma he had to go through was scary enough.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Little by little the things around him cracked when suddenly he heard&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“And that’s what would happen if you treated your child like that.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awakening, Ryan’s dad realised how to bring up this first born of his.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I realise why everyone says you are the best illusionist of all time. Almost 16 years of my life just within an hour. What’s more is that it felt more like reality compared to now.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hearing that the doctor simply smiled.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/495605717195949856-519263910286120176?l=the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/519263910286120176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/intro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/519263910286120176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/495605717195949856/posts/default/519263910286120176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-illusion-of-reality.blogspot.com/2008/10/intro.html' title='intro'/><author><name>invisible91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11406245036743274175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
