<?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-8463297936345234569</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:50:08.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always and forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-431358663809479590</id><published>2011-10-25T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T08:09:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some crazy reason, &lt;div&gt;I feel like it's time to move on again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Away from blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be from blogging my first post at livejournal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this space is special,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I'm not sure if angel dear still frequents this spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I have been doing crazy amounts of research on random things like food, lots of food. The number of recipes that I now want to accomplish is totally insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two other top items to type into that friendly google search bar. Interior designing blogs. I love how the houses all look so pretty and together. I'm so envious! I promised myself to getting round to doing my room wall soon. After the packing of notes, clearing the table and throwing away the things that I have let pile up but are totally useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, blogs that have pictures of travelling. I love pictures of streets in other countries, the nature there, the shophouses and just the beauty of other countries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to travel ): now. with preferably my two best friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I found out cafewriting re-opened. (: I don't submit, too ashamed of my really poor writing skills. But there's nothing I enjoy better then reading all the submissions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-431358663809479590?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/431358663809479590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=431358663809479590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/431358663809479590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/431358663809479590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-some-crazy-reason-i-feel-like-its.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3814770200126448258</id><published>2011-10-07T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:29:30.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's crazy but I just realized I miss blogging ): &lt;div&gt;I miss writing random things and typing stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start writing soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get my mojo back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-4522494664113803398</id><published>2011-09-11T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:11:34.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of this, so so tired of this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4522494664113803398?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4522494664113803398/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-301448511755086337</id><published>2011-09-11T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T02:06:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just never going to be good enough for you ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-301448511755086337?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/301448511755086337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=301448511755086337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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easily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the smile that used to cover my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the part of me that was so sure of your grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the happiness that used to flood over me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how I could be me and not worry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss your hugs that are such a comfort,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being face to face and just laughing at our actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how we could talk for ages about nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the telephone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss, I miss, I miss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I miss me, at least the old me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-625304110100472836?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-9062712757706842805</id><published>2011-07-15T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T18:43:08.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading a few different blogs,&lt;div&gt;and I realised that possibly I'm trying to hard to be someone I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, I'm not so sure I know who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, I want to be this super woman person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in-charge and totally confident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, there are times I want to be this sad, depressed person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But most of the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to revert back to the happy person I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one that was happy where she was in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy doing things, just being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scare myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-9062712757706842805?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/9062712757706842805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=9062712757706842805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9062712757706842805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9062712757706842805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-just-reading-few-different-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-8293018971997549107</id><published>2011-07-13T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T11:55:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Jacqueline!</title><content type='html'>Angel Dear, &lt;div&gt;for some reason, you are never on skype when I'm there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not online when I'm online either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have a facebook account that I can talk to you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we have gone almost forever without talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I am left with no choice but to send you this message through our blog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you to please reply me, asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, and it would be nice to talk to you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8293018971997549107?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8293018971997549107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8293018971997549107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8293018971997549107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8293018971997549107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-jacqueline.html' title='Dear Jacqueline!'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-2038731328425943597</id><published>2011-06-29T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:31:52.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had time to do some reflections,&lt;div&gt;well actually, i've had time to do reflections today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that for the longest time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been struggling with who I am and who I want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And along the way, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that there are numerous people in my life who I strive to become like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only to fall short of those expectations because they aren't me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still finding me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm working on it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I've come to the conclusion that I'll grow into me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that I really need to stop trying to be someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2038731328425943597?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2038731328425943597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2038731328425943597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2038731328425943597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2038731328425943597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-had-time-to-do-some-reflections.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-9035841503238492624</id><published>2011-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T19:30:35.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest attempt on writing</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;div&gt;we are friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk about trivial random things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's crazy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I want you to want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I miss you when you don't miss me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way I wish you would love me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you don't even see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's tiring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want this anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us part ways and hope not to see each other again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-9035841503238492624?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/9035841503238492624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=9035841503238492624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9035841503238492624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9035841503238492624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-latest-attempt-on-writing.html' title='My latest attempt on writing'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3453526697030567671</id><published>2011-04-08T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:26:28.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not going to say anything anymore,&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since everything I say gets me a lecture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you it's always objective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's always you have had some experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the difference is it's family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that give you that bullshit answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we are supporting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;freaking rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have never supported me in this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all you have done while I took this up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is shake your head and tell me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was not a good choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my older sister is someone you have to protect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she has gone through so much in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine yes she has, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who hasn't?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what's the point&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not like anything I ever do is enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have it your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do it your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS WHY I DON'T TALK TO YOU ABOUT ANYTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SURPRISE SURPRISE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3453526697030567671?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3453526697030567671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3453526697030567671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3453526697030567671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to just stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and have no will to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have no drive to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then again if it were normal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't be writing here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where no one comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to air my thoughts would I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have talked to someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it can't be normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not so sure I care that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2198423631313198756?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2198423631313198756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-8463297936345234569.post-953766774131856435</id><published>2011-03-09T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T05:55:45.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's days like this that make me really irritated that I'm from this family.&lt;div&gt;You all don't know anything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you would willingly take another person's viewpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL YOU ALL KNOW HOW TO DO IS COMPLAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE VARIOUS PEOPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CONTACT THE FREAKING VARIOUS PEOPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU JUST SEE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT I CANNOT DO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S CALLED SUPPORT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH THE IRONY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-953766774131856435?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/953766774131856435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=953766774131856435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/953766774131856435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/953766774131856435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-days-like-this-that-make-me-really.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5739589189756357748</id><published>2011-02-02T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:22:01.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes two hands to clap,&lt;div&gt;I'm fighting for our friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just don't seem to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now I'm asking you should I stop now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because there is no point in me  fighting for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you're never going fight for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're friends, at least we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm starting to lose faith that you actually see me as a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that hurts because I put so much of me into our friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you're treating it as if it is nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't value me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I'm not going to value you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little game friend, or possibly ex-friend is coming to an end whether you like it or not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't want to care anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5739589189756357748?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5739589189756357748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5739589189756357748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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sensitive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have many ideals, beliefs and values.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point I agree with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at another,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then you actions conflict so much with what you are saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't realize anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that you're inflicting hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not the kind where a person realizes something and hurts over mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a your words hurt my feelings kind of hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of your beliefs, values and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to stop, I want you to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to do this anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you might be clear on where you stand,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;at least you think you might.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but really your actions say something else entirely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not blaming you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just asking you to see the bigger picture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and recognize that words hurt a hell lot more then getting hit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3881922135986365372?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3881922135986365372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3881922135986365372' title='0 Comments'/><link 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don't feel so much like welcoming it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not, okay I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's school and the expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's choir and how I just don't know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to live with myself as a leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe it's just me, feeling defeated by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't find strength within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so unaccomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apprehensive about what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I can blame people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me that can't live with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's the new year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I face it with much fear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But mostly, hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>random drabble/ part of story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TQjwzLfBsII/AAAAAAAAANg/0FjnPmEY-ZE/s1600/tumblr_lclfroGz6a1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TQjwzLfBsII/AAAAAAAAANg/0FjnPmEY-ZE/s400/tumblr_lclfroGz6a1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550951302781055106" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;icanread.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpFirst" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;Sweetheart, I can’t give you romantic moments that are written beautifully in words. But believe me, I will give you the moments you need to inspire those words.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;Do you remember, I once promised you, that we’ll never get tired of each other, that’s because everyday, you show me something new.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;I don’t know how else to say it, I want to be able to phrase it so that you’ll give me the answer that I want to hear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;Let me put it simply, remember when you stayed over at my house and we slept next to each other, when I woke up the next morning, staring at your sleeping face and thinking that &lt;i&gt;you’re the only face I want to wake up to in the morning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in; "&gt;When we watched your cousin and her fiancé get married, and you turned to me and asked what kind of wedding I would want to have. Here’s my answer, &lt;i&gt;I would have any wedding and any kind of wedding as long as you’re the person walking down the aisle and I’m the person that’s waiting at the end of the aisle. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="margin-left:0in;mso-add-space:auto; text-indent:0in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so let me end this monologue with the question I wanted to ask at the start of this conversation, would you marry me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoteLevel1CxSpLast" style="mso-list:none;tab-stops:.5in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-78349595930217910?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/78349595930217910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=78349595930217910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/78349595930217910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/78349595930217910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-drabble-part-of-story.html' title='random drabble/ part of story.'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TQjwzLfBsII/AAAAAAAAANg/0FjnPmEY-ZE/s72-c/tumblr_lclfroGz6a1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-1899172539946513883</id><published>2010-11-17T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T02:38:55.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new day, new decisions,&lt;div&gt;For every choice that is made,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a consequence that must be bore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's time to stop running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop regretting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;live and learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1899172539946513883?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/1899172539946513883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=1899172539946513883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1899172539946513883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1899172539946513883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-day-new-decisions-for-every-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5521308083131373742</id><published>2010-10-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T06:23:50.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's days like this that you really make me annoyed.&lt;div&gt;seriously, can't you just act your age?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, angel dearest. the person never got back to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go out soon? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5521308083131373742?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5521308083131373742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5521308083131373742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5521308083131373742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5521308083131373742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-days-like-this-that-you-really-make.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7075711969889132394</id><published>2010-10-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T09:18:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cleaned the entire house all by myself today! great sense of satisfaction(:&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am in a really good spring cleaning mood(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy happy anniversary dear!(: XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7075711969889132394?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7075711969889132394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7075711969889132394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cleaned-entire-house-all-by-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-254389255344010156</id><published>2010-10-12T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:29:37.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop procrastinating and get started on the essays.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, can get my lecturer's approval for all of them(:&lt;br /&gt;No more korean dramas for me! I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel dearie, I really hope you can get the job! and I can drop by to visit you!(: I love you! You can do it!(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-254389255344010156?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/254389255344010156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/254389255344010156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/10/essays-after-essays-felt-that-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-937095433984643846</id><published>2010-10-06T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:32:35.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, school's out.&lt;div&gt;and after all the emo posts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided there is a bit of a need for some happy thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the bright side, there are no more assignments for 3 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to find a job though! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus I don't know how to get my grades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. angel dear, I'm doing okay! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-937095433984643846?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/937095433984643846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=937095433984643846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/937095433984643846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/937095433984643846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-schools-out.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-509590128099424231</id><published>2010-09-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T05:49:18.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fear death,&lt;div&gt;I fear it, just like how I need air to breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm terrified every time I go to the doctor's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared he will tell me something has happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared when I have headaches, muscle aches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a slight pain, blood anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you understand that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you just get scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't want to be the cause of that fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I need to see this in writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate blood tests,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate having to do them every other month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I go up in red spots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I don't feel normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can never understand that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you don't have that problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not in my position,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people aren't given cross to big for them to carry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are days, that it feels too big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too heavy, too difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can sympathize, but you can't understand that can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm scared. And you can't help me with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-509590128099424231?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/509590128099424231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=509590128099424231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/509590128099424231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/509590128099424231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-fear-death-i-fear-it-just-like-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7033083834042153384</id><published>2010-08-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:45:43.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of nowhere part of a story in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TFboDw0AQWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BE-dTyy0PlQ/s1600/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TFboDw0AQWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BE-dTyy0PlQ/s400/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500839146219913570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see I have a problem, I did something stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell in love with you and we are impossible. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;we'll never happen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not telling you so that you can think of a solution. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, I'm telling you because after today, I'm getting over you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What I am saying is tomorrow, I will not remember being in love with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't ask me how, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just know that it can be done.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why am I doing this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I'm selfish, I can't and won't be one of those tragic heroines &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;who advocate "if you are happy I am happy." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm being selfish, I'm going to forget you and all the pain loving you comes with.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm fighting for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I need to survive,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and loving you isn't surviving &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7033083834042153384?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7033083834042153384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TFboDw0AQWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BE-dTyy0PlQ/s72-c/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3937243601422300684</id><published>2010-07-16T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:02:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know it pains me to see you so stressed?&lt;br /&gt;We have chosen this path and it is not a mistake, it is for the better.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we have each other, I am not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I am always here for you, will always be.&lt;br /&gt;I will hold your hand and walk through all obstacles with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are the best and the most outstanding in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I will be your lover, friend and a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;Lets pursue our dream together.&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Anniversary Dear!(:&lt;br /&gt;I love you the owner of the white elephant!&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-8236377870735123904</id><published>2010-07-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:37:51.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't get to just leave and think it will be alright</title><content type='html'>one year down the road,&lt;div&gt;and i find that I blame you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I always have,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we had the wake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried because it was sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were at the crematorium,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried because of the finality of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year down the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you chose this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we the living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to clean up this huge big mess that you create&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could look at her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not blame her for what has happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not look at him and think he could have done better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not look at all three of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wonder what the heck were all of you thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because their laden with guilt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their self hate, the sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's heartbreaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't help but blame them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you chose this selfish path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you broke so many hearts doing what you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you don't get to leave &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and think everything is going to be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because everything is not better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because every year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at this same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have to go for a memorial service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I shouldn't have too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shouldn't have chosen that path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8236377870735123904?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8236377870735123904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8236377870735123904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8236377870735123904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TDV_baJVuSI/AAAAAAAAANI/lDZJntf3204/s1600/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TDV_baJVuSI/AAAAAAAAANI/lDZJntf3204/s400/children.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491435429499877666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;credits: &lt;i&gt;weheartit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;It's been 2 and a half weeks doing the degree program,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;and the biggest take away I have gotten so far at least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is that acceptance is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean do I look at people differently &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they act differently, look differently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in short don't fit the mould I have created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How scary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a roller-coaster ride,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of too much readings, feeling drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a bit worst I guess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know exactly yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think today is going to be a crying day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2206748929817738431?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/TDV_baJVuSI/AAAAAAAAANI/lDZJntf3204/s72-c/children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-6398103526485996438</id><published>2010-05-06T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:59:15.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AigCBzZLwec/S-LbX9bvVDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qc42q9d1cRM/s1600/resident+evil+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AigCBzZLwec/S-LbX9bvVDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qc42q9d1cRM/s400/resident+evil+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468174102255588402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually planned to go wild wild wet with B on monday but unfortunately it rained, so we decided to stay at home and play Resident Evil 5!(: It is fun and exciting but it wasn't that scary compared to L4D2. Have been playing too much, have to start studying soon! Back to books! I'm doing the module Retail Marketing now and this reminds me of shopping everytime I attend the lecture. The only module I look forward to compared to the rest. The rest are killers. B says I will do well in this module because I love shopping. ya right. haha.(: loveee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6398103526485996438?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6398103526485996438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6398103526485996438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-actually-planned-to-go-wild-wild-wet.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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/' 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friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what I keep telling myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I don't know what I want from you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how I feel about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'm ignoring you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't say hi when we meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wave unless you wave to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right in my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, you are invisible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wish you actually are bothered by it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I know better then that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a lot better then that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never ever start conversations with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I won't be that stupid girl who keeps on clinging to things that aren't hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yes, I've stop waiting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it's not going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you don't have to understand it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6982924509727281407?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6982924509727281407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6982924509727281407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6982924509727281407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6982924509727281407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-my-reasons-and-you-dont-have-to.html' title='I have my reasons, and you don&apos;t have to understand'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S92pb-94ugI/AAAAAAAAAM4/4MpezhPfqKc/s72-c/tumblr_l136w5rNmj1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-1239476782885929127</id><published>2010-03-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:31:05.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading your msg puts a smile on my face(:&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1239476782885929127?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1239476782885929127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1239476782885929127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/03/reading-your-msg-puts-smile-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-210100365382610750</id><published>2010-03-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:20:09.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAM = MAJOR FLOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate case study.&lt;br /&gt;I am very depressed and disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;oh god. please let me pass this paper.&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, baby brought me to Sakae Sushi as I was craving for some sushi.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your encouragement baby and trying to make me smile the entire day(: thank you for being by my side to take care of me and to cheer me up(:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being in my life, I think without you life will be colourless.&lt;br /&gt;baby asked me to write down the places I want to go and the things I want to do, to keep my mind off the unpleasant exam. that is a pretty good idea! haha.&lt;br /&gt;I should get started and hope for the best. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-210100365382610750?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/210100365382610750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/210100365382610750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/03/exam-major-flop-i-really-hate-case.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3954267823595786197</id><published>2010-03-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:11:54.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I turned 20 today!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to my family and my dearest cousins for celebrating this big day with me(: It was very heart-warming, it had been quite some time since we catch up with one another. I love the atmosphere, full of joy and laughter(: thank you for all the filled with love pressies, I know you all put in alot of effort(: we will forever be the five musketeers!(: I love you guys so much. The best birthday of my life will always be remembered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I am addicted to the game traffic rush on my iTouch(: I managed to beat deardear!(: hahaha. He is kind of sad when he lost. haha. I still love you baby. you promise to bring me go to all the places I long to go after exams, you must keep your promise okay. I can't wait to go out with you!(: I want to fall in love with you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dear friends for all the wishes and messages. I love you all!(: meet up soon please(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3954267823595786197?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3954267823595786197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3954267823595786197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-turned-20-today-big-thank-you-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-4500649929975396029</id><published>2010-02-08T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:42:36.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing assignment has become a routine part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;As the deadline is drawing near, I'm scared and happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried I am not able to do a good job but I will persevere. Happy, because I can't wait to go out! haha.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer praised B in class today. I'm so proud of you darling(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4500649929975396029?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4500649929975396029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4500649929975396029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/02/doing-assignment-has-become-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-5187393889453644663</id><published>2010-01-29T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:44:47.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEAREST ASM ASSIGNMENT, HERE I COME!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5187393889453644663?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5187393889453644663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5187393889453644663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/01/dearest-asm-assignment-here-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3587620996295027823</id><published>2010-01-25T05:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T05:28:49.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best advice ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S12ca5nhl-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/yHIDdtLggSk/s1600-h/tumblr_kvceo7Rckl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S12ca5nhl-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/yHIDdtLggSk/s400/tumblr_kvceo7Rckl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430668711635818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credits:Icanread&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/8463297936345234569-3587620996295027823?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3587620996295027823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3587620996295027823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3587620996295027823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3587620996295027823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-advice-ever.html' title='the best advice ever'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S12ca5nhl-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/yHIDdtLggSk/s72-c/tumblr_kvceo7Rckl1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-7737230387561971318</id><published>2010-01-21T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:00:06.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why love just isn't worth all that pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1g_BuHRtFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_ONNfd5xDUw/s1600-h/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429158649586103378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1g_BuHRtFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_ONNfd5xDUw/s400/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; credits:Weheartit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In our current day and age,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everyone is obsessed with this idea of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that having a special someone to be there for you is everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So maybe when I was younger, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved watching people in love/matchmaking people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But lately, I have been thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What is the big deal about love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why does it have to come from this guy/girl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's so special about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've never been in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I can safely say I never want to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I might daydream once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but that doesn't change anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause those are just dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love makes you weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love gives someone else this ultimate power over you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while there are people who are going to start giving me advice after this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;understand this first,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;would it be wonderful to fall in love with this guy who is your prince charming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, i'm sure it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the question is at what cost are people doing that now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Movies,books, advestisments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they are all about falling in love and being happy after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's a fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a really sweet but still a fantasy. it's not real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know what's the problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love is so widely advestised that it's not special anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's just a need to feed someone's ego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and i'm tired of people who keep telling me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to just open that door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because maybe you're willing to get hurt like that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let someone rip your heart into a million pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let someone hurt you like nothing has ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i'm not okay with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yes maybe i'm just not meant to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that mountain is too high a jump,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that gap across cliffs too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that bridge too shaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I promise you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will not ask you when your getting married/a girlfriend/a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cause i'm tired of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm growing up and leaving that part of me behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7737230387561971318?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7737230387561971318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7737230387561971318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7737230387561971318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7737230387561971318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-love-just-isnt-worth-all-that-pain.html' title='Why love just isn&apos;t worth all that pain.'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1g_BuHRtFI/AAAAAAAAALw/_ONNfd5xDUw/s72-c/love+was+never+meant+for+me+WHI.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-2726907986009609657</id><published>2010-01-17T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:33:43.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, I haven't fallen in love, don't panic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1MtHHHfmcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ti73HlO4UVI/s1600-h/i%27ve+really+fallen+for+you+FFFound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1MtHHHfmcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ti73HlO4UVI/s400/i%27ve+really+fallen+for+you+FFFound.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427731576104393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Credits to fffound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it so weird that the colors are so bright and the message so sad.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless I like it so I put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. when did avoiding you become so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2726907986009609657?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2726907986009609657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2726907986009609657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2726907986009609657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2726907986009609657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-i-havent-fallen-in-love-dont-panic.html' title='no, I haven&apos;t fallen in love, don&apos;t panic'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1MtHHHfmcI/AAAAAAAAALo/ti73HlO4UVI/s72-c/i%27ve+really+fallen+for+you+FFFound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-9184243174038044730</id><published>2010-01-14T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:46:10.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1FD-B4h0KI/AAAAAAAAALg/bylhLlpqES8/s1600-h/2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427193758894641314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1FD-B4h0KI/AAAAAAAAALg/bylhLlpqES8/s400/2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we heart it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First post of the year,&lt;br /&gt;and it's already mid jan.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly late with my year end musings and new year goals&lt;br /&gt;so i'll make this short.&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on the past year, I realised that alot of things that happened&lt;br /&gt;I only have myself to blame,&lt;br /&gt;I also have alot of blessing from god to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;1. Thank you for being with me furing my stay in the Hospital for Dengue, for giving me that bible passage to tell me to trust in the Doctor. For getting my daddy to come just when I started feeling lonely and sad about being struck in A &amp;amp; E with no ward.&lt;br /&gt;2. Thank you for the wheelock college approval letter (: I think that really made the year.&lt;br /&gt;3. Thank you for giving me a wonderful family to support me through all my down times and to share my joy with&lt;br /&gt;4. Thank you for fantastic friends who encouraged me and listened to me rant about silly silly things.&lt;br /&gt;5. But most of all, thank you for being with me throughout 2009. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, i learnt more then anything that you reap what you sow. Yes, I admit, I have been incredibly lucky with alot of things. i'm saying that yes there have been so many times when I didn't work that hard but everything went right.&lt;br /&gt;But this year, as graduation is coming and a new chapter begins,&lt;br /&gt;I want to make the best of my own potential to grow more&lt;br /&gt;not only spiritually but also personally.&lt;br /&gt;Skills wise and knowledge wise.&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow up now, and stop hiding behind the protective wings of other people.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I want to do new things, fall and stand up and have the perservance to keep going when the going gets tough.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finally finally see things through.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I want to maximize me, valerie lim and be someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-9184243174038044730?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/9184243174038044730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=9184243174038044730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9184243174038044730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/9184243174038044730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-year-and-its-already-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/S1FD-B4h0KI/AAAAAAAAALg/bylhLlpqES8/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-1747728123642694751</id><published>2009-12-19T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T05:34:32.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming and I'm falling sick. OH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to school! Even though my lecturer is kinda strict but I love attending his lectures. His words motivate me, inspire me(: I just have to stay focused for one more year!(: I CAN DO IT!(: and I've to start writing my resolutions for 2010! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I being too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I having mixed feelings now?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I wouldn't care so much.&lt;br /&gt;I care because you are important to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me you sincerely care for me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1747728123642694751?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1747728123642694751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1747728123642694751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-and-im-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-8156294383135129594</id><published>2009-12-08T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:13:45.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a happy mood,&lt;br /&gt;goodness knows why.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cause christmas is coming&lt;br /&gt;and so are my holidays. (:&lt;br /&gt;Valerie is going to Japan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8156294383135129594?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8156294383135129594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8156294383135129594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8156294383135129594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8156294383135129594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-happy-mood-goodness-knows-why.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-1135282696551988876</id><published>2009-12-02T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:42:12.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYY! EXAMS ARE OVER!!(: FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long for this paper.&lt;br /&gt;Angel dear, remember I called you and asked for your opinion whether to study 5 or 6 questions. I studied 5 eventually. Thank God 2 out of my 5 questions came out!(: but somehow I've heard the marker is very strict. 70 percent of the people who took this paper failed. Ohmygoodness. I'm not expecting much, I just hope to pass this paper. I really miss my dear friends so much and I need to go shopping badly. Shopping just makes me happy(: It takes negative things of my mind. Haha. and yes, school is starting in 2 weeks time. I just want to enjoy myself before school starts(: Brand new term, It is getting more and more tough and stress level getting higher and higher): This is so depressing. No matter what, I 've to stay positive!(: Brand new term, brand new me!(: Haha. I miss you B. Hurry back home to sunny island Singapore kay. Okay. enough of ranting. Off to bed. Goodnight!(: with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1135282696551988876?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1135282696551988876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1135282696551988876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/12/yayy-exams-are-over-finally-ive-waited.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-2724969146758511320</id><published>2009-11-10T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:52:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was happily reading my past blog,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly I realised it's been 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;I miss me.&lt;br /&gt;crazy as that sounds I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the assignments and lack of motivation is getting to me. ):&lt;br /&gt;valerie, you can do this.&lt;br /&gt;you can do this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2724969146758511320?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2724969146758511320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2724969146758511320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2724969146758511320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2724969146758511320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-happily-reading-my-past-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-6411376071881036871</id><published>2009-10-29T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T04:29:45.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m trying to believe that there is a path to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m trying to tell myself that I will make it to the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I fail, The road gets narrower and I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wonder if I will make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And so here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On my knees because I’ve fallen so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That I know without you to guide me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m not going to have the strength to get up and continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Because I know that if you’re not going to walk beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I won’t have the courage to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&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:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m at my wits end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It probably isn’t right to make you my last option&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I believe that you will take pity on your child and carry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Because I just can’t go on anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you like the air to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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:lucida grande;"&gt;And so here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On my knees because I’ve fallen so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That I know without you to guide me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m not going to have the strength to get up and continue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Because I know that if you’re not going to walk beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I won’t have the courage to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you, today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tomorrow and &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know it may not seem so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I do, I just forget to turn to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Help me lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I’m lost in this maze and everywhere I turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It looks like a dead end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you to guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you to tell me it’s going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need you to tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have a plan.&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/8463297936345234569-6411376071881036871?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6411376071881036871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6411376071881036871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6411376071881036871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6411376071881036871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/normal-0-im-trying-to-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5086195288788271972</id><published>2009-10-28T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:34:52.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this one is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5086195288788271972?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5086195288788271972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5086195288788271972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5086195288788271972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5086195288788271972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7422210764374285053</id><published>2009-10-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:14:20.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the second time deardear pillion me on his bicycle(: whee!!&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was a little scared but I am slowly getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;So just enjoy the ride!(:&lt;br /&gt;I just came across something very meaningful(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What LOVE means to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love is more than beautiful flowers and sweet words, more than candlelight dinners or romantic walks in the park.&lt;br /&gt;Real love is understanding through difficult times, caring past the disagreements.&lt;br /&gt;It is laughing together when things are good or laughing together to keep from crying when things couldn't seem to go more wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Real love shows compassion and compromise... and forgives and forgives and forgives. &lt;br /&gt;Real love is everything we share together. &lt;br /&gt;Because to me, real love is, and always will be, you.&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish you my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7422210764374285053?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7422210764374285053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7422210764374285053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-second-time-deardear-pillion.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3870196192331714237</id><published>2009-10-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:33:09.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;Even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go&lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe one day I can erase you from my heart and my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you affect my life and my emotions anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and I can live a happier life without you.&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I go chasing memories of the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3870196192331714237?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3870196192331714237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3870196192331714237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/thought-i-couldnt-live-without-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-2141247357390370941</id><published>2009-10-06T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T05:13:34.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WORD OF THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of bones (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enervating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Making you feel weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2141247357390370941?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2141247357390370941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2141247357390370941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2141247357390370941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2141247357390370941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/word-of-day-courtesy-of-bones.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5256220187838446090</id><published>2009-10-06T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:59:29.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to increase my vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;Because it is sadly lacking in nice big words that you can throw around&lt;br /&gt;and people have no idea what you mean!&lt;br /&gt;so to help myself,&lt;br /&gt;Valerie Lim is adding a new dimension to this blog!&lt;br /&gt;WORD OF THE DAY/WEEK&lt;br /&gt;depending on how free I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my i need to encourage myself to read the bible more!&lt;br /&gt;I shall have a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bible verse of the day!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally because I like pictures!&lt;br /&gt;picture of the week ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5256220187838446090?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5256220187838446090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5256220187838446090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5256220187838446090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5256220187838446090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-decided-to-increase-my.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5026675798203700419</id><published>2009-09-26T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:56:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some absurd reason,&lt;br /&gt;Scandals, matchmaking they just don't interest me anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5026675798203700419?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5026675798203700419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5026675798203700419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5026675798203700419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5026675798203700419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-some-absurd-reason-scandals.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-6206842228122177876</id><published>2009-09-26T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:58:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Ice cream buffet(:&lt;br /&gt;-HALLOWEEN at Night Safari(:&lt;br /&gt;-Study MSO and MMS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, I was feeling too emotional and troubled. Thank you dears for being there for me(: I am over it. Now I am going to focus on my studies. I am quite satisfied with my results this time round, but I am going to work even harder for my MSO and MMS. I am also looking forward to HALLOWEEN at the Night Safari!!(: I am so excited and scared at the same time! haha. Thank You baby!(: All your actions and all the little things you have done for me made me realise how much you love me. I love you too baby. No matter how tough life is going to be, I want you to know that you have me and I have you, we will make it through(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6206842228122177876?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6206842228122177876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6206842228122177876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-to-do-ice-cream-buffet-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-846796160743989731</id><published>2009-09-18T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:21:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrNeKQfP5MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FxrFNrM9y8w/s1600-h/bones3kk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrNeKQfP5MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FxrFNrM9y8w/s400/bones3kk0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382749509955609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Val/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Booth: here we are, all of us basically alone separate creatures just circling each other, all of us trying to find the slightest hint of a real connection, some people look at the wrong places, some just give up hope because in their mind, oh there’s no one out there for me, but all of us we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a once, every once in a while, two people meet and there is that spark and yes bones, he’s handsome and she’s beautiful and maybe that’s all they see at first. But making love, making love that’s when two people become one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brennan: It’s scientifically impossible for two objects to occupy the same space.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Booth: Yeah but what’s important is we try, and when we do it right we get close&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brennan: To what breaking the law of physics?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Booth: Yes. Bones a miracle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bones season 3 episode 3&lt;br /&gt;the first time I think a drama serial tackled the issue of sex&lt;br /&gt;(and how it has been degraded to something that is just an act)&lt;br /&gt;and gotten it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-846796160743989731?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/846796160743989731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=846796160743989731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/846796160743989731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/846796160743989731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-booth-here-we-are-all-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrNeKQfP5MI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FxrFNrM9y8w/s72-c/bones3kk0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-2450219339255904990</id><published>2009-09-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:52:12.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARENA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrMpC6O9LcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ePMp1d3LVyE/s1600-h/f06hf162ytdjdt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrMpC6O9LcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ePMp1d3LVyE/s400/f06hf162ytdjdt6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382691109606337986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the eye doctor's and so out of boredom&lt;br /&gt;I picked this up to read&lt;br /&gt;the following is an abstract from the Arena Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What (Real) women want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Gender equality does not apply to the rules of dating. But you don't need to pay all the time- we modern women- have egos to satisfy too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If your looking to catch my attention, flash a friendly smile- nobody want to talk to a sulker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bling should be kept to a minimum unless it is of sentimental ornament  from anyone but your ex!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's no need to for you to constantly replace sports rims on your Toyota- face it , it'll never be a Ferrari &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pair of well groomed eyebrows makes a whole lot of difference. Unibrows are not cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shave. Otherwise your not going to get that goodnight kiss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shirts embellished with tiny flowers prints are for cowboys in Lee Ang films. Not real men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you need somebody to run your errands all the time, get a domestic helper. If you want somebody to obey your every command. get a dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A subtle musk can be very alluring, just as long as it doesn't become an odour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A perfect date should have a pinch of surprise loaded with heaps of fun and laughter. Anything else is just an embellishment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;When I read no. 8 I started laughing,&lt;br /&gt;but I think no. 10 makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;who knew men's magazine were so funny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2450219339255904990?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2450219339255904990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2450219339255904990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2450219339255904990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2450219339255904990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/arena.html' title='ARENA.'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrMpC6O9LcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ePMp1d3LVyE/s72-c/f06hf162ytdjdt6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3931610426871277434</id><published>2009-09-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:59:30.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDgjwRx-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8b58NwQKXZU/s1600-h/too+good+to+be+true.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048459567265842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDgjwRx-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8b58NwQKXZU/s200/too+good+to+be+true.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDgVCj7dDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/F-OMA-4syQ4/s1600-h/29lfjar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048206777185330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDgVCj7dDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/F-OMA-4syQ4/s200/29lfjar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDfrhY_cGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TsDDTciTfFc/s1600-h/10ThingsHLJS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382047493498302562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDfrhY_cGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/TsDDTciTfFc/s200/10ThingsHLJS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDfmL7xNtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/E_uABs8m5sE/s1600-h/bones-stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382047401839245010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDfmL7xNtI/AAAAAAAAAJc/E_uABs8m5sE/s200/bones-stars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDg5EaKb2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/aSX_x5DBAi4/s1600-h/CSI-NY-csi-ny-876243_1280_960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048825748385634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDg5EaKb2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/aSX_x5DBAi4/s200/CSI-NY-csi-ny-876243_1280_960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have been obsessed with recently.&lt;br /&gt;And well the Heath Ledger bit,&lt;br /&gt;I can only say the way in sang that song &lt;em&gt;(can't take my eyes off you) &lt;/em&gt;has been&lt;br /&gt;making me listen to it non stop since a few weeks back. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3931610426871277434?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3931610426871277434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3931610426871277434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3931610426871277434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3931610426871277434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-i-have-been-obsessed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SrDgjwRx-DI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8b58NwQKXZU/s72-c/too+good+to+be+true.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-8315695386143266712</id><published>2009-09-15T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:56:50.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;We make our lives out of chaos and hope. And love&lt;br /&gt;- Angela Montenegro&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8315695386143266712?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8315695386143266712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8315695386143266712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8315695386143266712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8315695386143266712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-make-our-lives-out-of-chaos-and-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3289130065961112259</id><published>2009-07-25T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:30:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE IT ):&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT DIFFERENT!&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT CHANGE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3289130065961112259?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3289130065961112259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3289130065961112259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3289130065961112259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3289130065961112259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-not-even-remotely-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-4980070271221247341</id><published>2009-07-12T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:56:36.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music with god (:</title><content type='html'>While I was at SDYD spiritual prep &lt;br /&gt;this thought came to me about how everyone fits into God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;We are all like keys on a piano,&lt;br /&gt;some of us are sharps, some of us are flats.&lt;br /&gt;and some of us are naturals.&lt;br /&gt;BUT we all combine to make a beautiful piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;So yes we do get out of tune sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but we have god to tune us back!&lt;br /&gt;In that same way,&lt;br /&gt;when we lose our way in the dark we have god to bring us back&lt;br /&gt;to the light! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe its just time that people stop looking at how different we are,&lt;br /&gt;and see how we are all made to fit into this great big plan that God has for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;And we should not look at the flaws we have whether it is , &lt;br /&gt;that we belong to the flats/sharps/naturals group.&lt;br /&gt;We all have a part to play.&lt;br /&gt;after all if we missing one of the sharps,flats or naturals &lt;br /&gt;the music would be different,&lt;br /&gt;it would not be as complete as it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now is the time to stop looking at the bad.&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at me myself and I &lt;br /&gt;and look at God.&lt;br /&gt;See his fantastic plan.&lt;br /&gt;and relish that we are all part of it.&lt;br /&gt;we are all his children.&lt;br /&gt;and he would want us to love each other&lt;br /&gt;because every parent wants to see their children be close,&lt;br /&gt;be loving to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love. &lt;br /&gt;because that is the greatest gift god has given us. &lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4980070271221247341?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4980070271221247341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=4980070271221247341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4980070271221247341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4980070271221247341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-with-god.html' title='music with god (:'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3093569524157234821</id><published>2009-07-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:52:02.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die."&lt;br /&gt;John 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear cousin,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could have had more time to spend together with you,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we had met up more often.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change certain things.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;that you will be dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;for your facial expressions at the blackjack table during chinese new year,&lt;br /&gt;(which always made you lose!)&lt;br /&gt;to your version of living on the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;and even your confession of your fear of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the joys you brought to us every time we met.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3093569524157234821?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8463297936345234569.post-4185556781888908162</id><published>2009-07-09T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:38:22.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What truly matters</title><content type='html'>There comes a time where we meet a dead end,&lt;br /&gt;the question we ask ourselves is how do you find the U turn&lt;br /&gt;or do you simply stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;stop looking and give up.&lt;br /&gt;Because the amount of strength it takes,&lt;br /&gt;you don't think you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4185556781888908162?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4185556781888908162/comments/default' 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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-8463297936345234569.post-8136087404898792154</id><published>2009-07-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:45:54.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is golden sometimes</title><content type='html'>I didn't really need a solution that you came up with,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want one.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted someone to listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to just tell me it's going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Not have this huge disagreement on your solution.&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to just listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just too tired and my patience has been stretched too much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8136087404898792154?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-4478836191428968990</id><published>2009-07-05T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:43:08.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be Satisfied With Me, by St Anthony of Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone,&lt;br /&gt;To have a deep soul relationship with another,&lt;br /&gt;To be loved thoroughly and exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;But God, to a Christian, says,&lt;br /&gt;"No, not until you are satisfied, fulfilled and content&lt;br /&gt;With being loved by Me alone,&lt;br /&gt;With giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me,&lt;br /&gt;With having an intensely personal and unique relationship&lt;br /&gt;With Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be capable of the perfect human relationship&lt;br /&gt;That I have planned for you.&lt;br /&gt;You will never be united with another until you are united&lt;br /&gt;With Me alone,&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of anyone or anything else,&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of any other desires or longings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stop planning,&lt;br /&gt;Stop wishing,&lt;br /&gt;And allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing,&lt;br /&gt;One that you cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Please allow Me to bring it to you.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things.&lt;br /&gt;Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I Am.&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening and learning the things I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the things you think you want;&lt;br /&gt;You just keep looking off and away up to Me,&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll miss what I want to show you.&lt;br /&gt;And then when you are ready,&lt;br /&gt;I'll surprise you with a love far more wonderful than any&lt;br /&gt;You could dream of.&lt;br /&gt;You see, until you are ready and until&lt;br /&gt;The one I have for you is ready&lt;br /&gt;(I am working even at this moment to have you both ready at the same time),&lt;br /&gt;Until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me&lt;br /&gt;And the life I prepared for you,&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to experience the love that&lt;br /&gt;Exemplified your relationship with Me.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with Me,&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy materially and concretely&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting union of beauty, perfection and love&lt;br /&gt;That I offer you with Myself.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I love utterly.&lt;br /&gt;I Am God.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it and be satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4478836191428968990?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4478836191428968990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=4478836191428968990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4478836191428968990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4478836191428968990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-satisfied-with-me-by-st-anthony-of.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3034593348933043553</id><published>2009-06-30T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:05:54.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BREATHE BUT I HAVE TO&lt;br /&gt;can you totally tell I am drowning in my assignments?!&lt;br /&gt;and I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3034593348933043553?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3034593348933043553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3034593348933043553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3034593348933043553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3034593348933043553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-breathe-but-i-have-to-can-you.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7358196912231530757</id><published>2009-06-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:45:36.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy descents</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If today I told you, I would like to leave. Would you follow me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If Today I told you, I might be in love with you. Would you love me back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If today I got hurt and need someone to pick up the pieces for me, would you be that one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If today I got tired, and could not continue walking, would you carry me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My if today’s can carry on till forever. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I could continue wondering and wondering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But how does that matter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because while walking this road I realized,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s okay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m going to be okay. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t need to depend on you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can depend on myself, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And know that I can pull through on my own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And right now that’s all that matters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7358196912231530757?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7358196912231530757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7358196912231530757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7358196912231530757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7358196912231530757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/melancholy-descents.html' title='Melancholy descents'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3895806254559351724</id><published>2009-06-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:06:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love with words</title><content type='html'>new blogskin (:&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I have gotten quite hooked on people's poetry and poems&lt;br /&gt;and all sorts of nice pretty writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3895806254559351724?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3895806254559351724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3895806254559351724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3895806254559351724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3895806254559351724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-love-with-words.html' title='in love with words'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7553304492987162657</id><published>2009-06-06T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:47:28.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Please don't let this be real.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am wrong. I will change.&lt;br /&gt;I am heartbroken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7553304492987162657?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7553304492987162657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7553304492987162657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-dont-let-this-be-real.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-6561521610934920035</id><published>2009-06-05T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:43:46.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized while reflecting at charis yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;that of all the things in the world,&lt;br /&gt;only God will satisfy me the way I want to be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;because he knows how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is love, work or just a moments peace&lt;br /&gt;he can grant them all.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god for reminding me that&lt;br /&gt;even in my darkest times, you are there&lt;br /&gt;and that through you I will always have the joy of the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all perfect love casts out all fears.&lt;br /&gt;So i'm not afraid Lord because I have you.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I will always have you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6561521610934920035?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6561521610934920035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6561521610934920035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6561521610934920035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6561521610934920035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-realized-while-reflecting-at-charis.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7922988915028879371</id><published>2009-06-03T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:56:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" you can save her" He told me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stared at her, my beautiful friend who was staring out at the windows blankly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it would be more appropriate to say once beautiful friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was so lively, so happy- bursting with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He stared at me, hoping i would say yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoping I would reach out my hand and pull out this drowning friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i knew that i could not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could not repair the damage caused by someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" No, I can't." I said sadly, " I can't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Dammit! your her best friend, will you abandon her like this?" He shouted angrily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I can't because , i did not damage her, you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loved- loves you you, but you took her heart, and every single part of her along with it and ripped it up," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told him with tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" and left her, this empty shell of who she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and now you want me to save her, bring back to life the girl you robbed of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I can't. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanted to scream at me, shake me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" It's not  like i haven't tried' i told him when i saw him shaking with anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I have tried for as long as she has been with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have tried to put back the bits and pieces of her that she has given to me over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But it doesn't work that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You made her this, you and you alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing anyone else does can save her until you realise what you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And let her go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is all I can do for you, I told her silently, as I watched her stare at the scenery with those lifeless , blank eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope it is enough for you to one day find the way back to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7922988915028879371?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7922988915028879371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7922988915028879371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7922988915028879371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7922988915028879371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-can-save-her-he-told-me-i-stared-at.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-2519618741498398230</id><published>2009-06-03T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:02:57.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VALERIE LIM&lt;br /&gt;WILL STOP DOING ULTRA STUPID THINGS&lt;br /&gt;KDMNSIOGKMSGH;LGT,SG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2519618741498398230?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2519618741498398230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2519618741498398230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2519618741498398230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2519618741498398230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/06/valerie-lim-will-stop-doing-ultra.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5202724810646122210</id><published>2009-05-30T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:52:27.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The long awaited Great Singapore Sale is here!! Angel Dear, Jo Dear, let's go shopping!(: I have to plan my shopping list and at the same time TRY to save some money. I had a spendid day today, had buffet lunch at ParkRoyal Hotel with Deardear and family to celebrate his birthday. The ambience there was perfect and the food was fabulous. Yummy. I loved the very fresh tiger prawns, chocolate prata, the cute little dessert cakes and THE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!!(: THE CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN is my second lover. haha. How I wish It was mine(: Eat eat and eat, I have to start losing some weight, play badminton more often, at least once a week and start on my assignment which is going to be due soon. Difficult assignment, nobody has ever gotten an A for that assignment and our lecturer doesn't even want to look at our drafts and give us comments. Oh man. Nevermind, I will try my best. Okay, off to watch Boys Over Flowers(: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEARDEAR and thanks for the treat!(: lovelove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5202724810646122210?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5202724810646122210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5202724810646122210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-awaited-great-singapore-sale-is.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-840093499409724332</id><published>2009-05-26T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:55:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I tried so hard because I love you" She said desperately.&lt;br /&gt;" But I took away your choices!&lt;br /&gt;I made you stay home instead of going off to college.&lt;br /&gt;You had children insteading of spending a year in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;There's always been a part of me&lt;br /&gt;that thought I ruined everything for you because I hated Sydney so much,&lt;br /&gt;because I hated that you loved her and not me.&lt;br /&gt;I hated it so much I had to go and seduce you.&lt;br /&gt;And I ruined all your plans.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to make it up to you everyday since"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My God, Emma.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't take away my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I chose you&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden spells- Sarah Addison Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women do stupid things for love&lt;br /&gt;and think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-840093499409724332?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/840093499409724332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=840093499409724332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/840093499409724332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/840093499409724332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-tried-so-hard-because-i-love-you-she.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-4418051634448957206</id><published>2009-05-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:57:39.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;people watching 110509&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was a really simple action,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of him staring at her while she was sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She would never react to him because she was well. Sleeping. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that didn't seem to affect how intrigued he was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every few minutes he would look away and appear to be looking around the bus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then he would get pulled back by his fascination of watching her sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then it came to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then well that's love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you only have eyes for one person &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nothing else holds your interest as much as she/he does.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you can stare at him/her and  never feel like you belong there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while the rest of the world looks at you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sees the intensity of your stare and feels uncomfortable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when their not the ones being stared at.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't care because you never want the moment to end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;when the big things are the small things.&lt;br /&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/8463297936345234569-4418051634448957206?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4418051634448957206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=4418051634448957206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4418051634448957206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4418051634448957206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-watching-110509-it-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-991130735075867064</id><published>2009-05-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:14:10.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;can I now readily admit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that no I do not admire you in the least bit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you words and looks are often twisted with another hidden meaning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why should I have to be the target practice for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just so that you can cover up those nasty, ugly flaws&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you hide and believe the world cannot see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no I don't admire you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in fact I hate you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there its right there in black and white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't really care anymore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say what you what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do what you what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the world fall in love with you double meanings behind every sentence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the world be fooled by your fascade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't care anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't fool me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate is easy when it comes to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they say there's a thin line between love and hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;welcome baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you just crossed the line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;admiration and respect can be gained with a good first impression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's harder is keeping up your fascade that keeps the world at bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm waiting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm waiting for the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your mask that hides all your insecurity,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all your flaws gets torn away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you can finally feel the pain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain that you have decided to inflict on others&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you cannot take the blow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i being mean?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not really &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause like i said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;welcome baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just crossed the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now it doesn't matter anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the line has been crossed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you can't and won't go back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at least not in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-991130735075867064?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/991130735075867064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=991130735075867064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/991130735075867064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/991130735075867064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-i-now-readily-admit-that-no-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7385056989799010360</id><published>2009-05-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:58:07.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;" &gt;I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif, Helvetica, Geneva, Arial, SunSans-Regular;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I seem to have once again fallen into this pride an prejudice mood again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darcy's story&lt;br /&gt;old friends and new fancies&lt;br /&gt;the darcy connection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7385056989799010360?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7385056989799010360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7385056989799010360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7385056989799010360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7385056989799010360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/05/ladys-imagination-is-very-rapid-it.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7884366634749895340</id><published>2009-04-11T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:52:23.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't slept the whole night because well i'm at a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;and sleepovers normally do the exactly the opposite of their name.&lt;br /&gt;you stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here I am blogging at this time with no sleep,&lt;br /&gt;so forgive me if this post is all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter vigil was eventful,&lt;br /&gt;in the sense that it was a really really good homily,&lt;br /&gt;alot to think about,&lt;br /&gt;in the sense of direction,&lt;br /&gt;my actions in life&lt;br /&gt;who i am as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue when i have my notes and brains with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7884366634749895340?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7884366634749895340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7884366634749895340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7884366634749895340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7884366634749895340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-havent-slept-whole-night-because-well.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-6021896529291083171</id><published>2009-04-09T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:37:48.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it came as a revelation that I really need.&lt;br /&gt;How I have let myself take control of everything.&lt;br /&gt;And forgotten to put god as my center.&lt;br /&gt;How in the midst of wanting to be in the center,&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of wanting and craving love,&lt;br /&gt;I lost sight of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;Who God wants me tobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel like everything is spiralling out of control.&lt;br /&gt;very much yes.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of trying to take control and make everything work my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6021896529291083171?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6021896529291083171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6021896529291083171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6021896529291083171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6021896529291083171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-guess-it-came-as-revelation-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-8354303474428459063</id><published>2009-04-02T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:12:02.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nineteen years ago, your mother carried you in her womb,&lt;br /&gt;if she had gone to a doctor and told him,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this baby,&lt;br /&gt;you would not be in this room having confession.&lt;br /&gt;That in itself is an act of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that the priest told me yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;and it stunned me,&lt;br /&gt;for one reason.&lt;br /&gt;My coming into this world was due to an act of love.&lt;br /&gt;But how do I treat others in this world?&lt;br /&gt;after being given such a gift,&lt;br /&gt;do I give back to the world the same love that I was given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be something difficult I admit,&lt;br /&gt;but it's something that i would like to be able to achieve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8354303474428459063?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8354303474428459063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8354303474428459063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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— but I couldn’t want to — my mouth is yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Zelda Fitzgerald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it,leaves not the smallest space unoccupied..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Abigail Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Admit impediments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which alters when it alteration finds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O no! it is an ever-fixed mark &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is the star to every wandering bark, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose worth's unknown, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although his height be taken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love's not Time's fool, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though rosy lips and cheeks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within his bending sickle's compass come:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this be error and upon me proved, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m no longer looking for my prince.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m looking for the princess that’s inside of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want it to reign, and take root in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I’ve been searching for the wrong adventure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The excitement and passion doesn’t last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; It’s the wrong adventure.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching for validation from Adam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I should be getting my answer from God instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How incredibly naive and stupid I was!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-eunice catherine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's doesn't make sense does it?&lt;br /&gt;three rather famous love letters/poems&lt;br /&gt;and one blog post from a girl saying that&lt;br /&gt;she was looking for the wrong adventure.&lt;br /&gt;her adventure- finding her prince.&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, who doesn't dream of having a prince charming sweep you off your feet?&lt;br /&gt;but looking at those love letters,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if love had just become something that everyone seeks&lt;br /&gt;not something that you find in yourself to give&lt;br /&gt;not only to others but also to yourself&lt;br /&gt;loving yourself,&lt;br /&gt;easier said then done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to let go of the pretty dreams of that one guy&lt;br /&gt;who knows all the right things to say&lt;br /&gt;all the right things to do&lt;br /&gt;and start to focus on becoming the best I can be&lt;br /&gt;and believe that if it is in God's plan&lt;br /&gt;to find that one guy,&lt;br /&gt;I will meet him one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i just had the wrong perception the whole time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6083835106791567744?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6083835106791567744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6083835106791567744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6083835106791567744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6083835106791567744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-did-have-honest-or-dishonest.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-8904643807870601052</id><published>2009-02-03T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:21:44.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel truly silly for caring&lt;br /&gt;But that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall just continue to believe in you&lt;br /&gt;and believe that God will make a way for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of God,&lt;br /&gt;after much reflection and blog surfing.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make a commitment to God for this whole year. ( well 11 months to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm going to surrender this whole year to you,&lt;br /&gt;that everything I do may be with your guidance and what is your will.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have the strength to do this always and all the time,&lt;br /&gt;but stay with me and give me the strength.&lt;br /&gt;Because in you, even my weakness will be strengths.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-8904643807870601052?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/8904643807870601052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=8904643807870601052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8904643807870601052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/8904643807870601052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-truly-silly-for-caring-but-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7701285227828582099</id><published>2009-01-28T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:48:51.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random scribbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SYFfSt3JUiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aHaQV7txoy0/s1600-h/can%27t+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SYFfSt3JUiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aHaQV7txoy0/s200/can%27t+live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296619411917591074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're standing in the middle of a crowded hospital,&lt;br /&gt;the quarrel seems to be getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;" You can't expect me to stand here and just wait"&lt;br /&gt;" it's not possible. I don't want to know that while your only a few meters away from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you."&lt;br /&gt;"Anything can go wrong in there." she insists&lt;br /&gt;" I rather be inside there risking my life and know that no matter what your safe outside" I say&lt;br /&gt;" and i would rather know that no matter what we're doing this together." She says&lt;br /&gt;" I can't live without you"&lt;br /&gt;And that's how we end up next to each other in an operating theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7701285227828582099?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7701285227828582099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7701285227828582099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7701285227828582099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7701285227828582099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-scribbles-were-standing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SYFfSt3JUiI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aHaQV7txoy0/s72-c/can%27t+live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-7909140948955884125</id><published>2009-01-23T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:31:39.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This semester for a module we are supposed to write a book on any disability for children.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt so much from this just being part of the process,&lt;br /&gt;the interview, the coming up with the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  read a book once that having a child with special needs is like getting on an airplane for a trip. You think you are going to Venice, but then the stewardess tells you have landed in Holland. Well, you can spend your time crying for the gondolas, or you can get out and enjoy the windmills. It’s not quite what you had expected, but it is beautiful all the same.&lt;br /&gt;-Denise Brodey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing people often forget when we look at children/people with special needs is that they have thier own unique abilities.&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that really struck me the most while doing this book on down sydrome,&lt;br /&gt;was how these people have such dreams that they are going to be able to do this and that.&lt;br /&gt;and us average normal human beings who have that capacity to be able to live our dreams&lt;br /&gt;often don't have dreams or don't believe we can make our dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;sad isn't it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7909140948955884125?l=simpleillusionist.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-8463297936345234569.post-1068214456091612366</id><published>2009-01-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:25:32.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Val's in a fluffy mood (:&lt;br /&gt;I found two sweet poems from Sammie's blog&lt;br /&gt;I'm stealing them just so you all can read them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re in breach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You promised to call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(although no consideration was given at all).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I said,my dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was only an invitation to treat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you can see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there’s no way our minds could meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was waiting to offer you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a chance to go out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then after to decide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what our contract was about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She asked: What are our remedies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this contract ends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will we be strangers,or continue as friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To that I replied,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(as reasonably as can be),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that there are certain terms,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;implied to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although its not stated,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not exactly express,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall still say it to put your mind at rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This party will never,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be in breach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he promises love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to both parties,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;each.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Unfinished Poem&lt;br /&gt;My poem is, by nature,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my very own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My thoughts yearn to make my words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;their very home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So if you were my poem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It means that,you are mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except words could not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;describe what is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so divine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you were my poem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it should mean to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once you are written,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are in my heart to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But If by writing, I must finish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever I begin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I hope that my 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href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/vals-in-fluffy-mood-i-found-two-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3127474478520194256</id><published>2009-01-17T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:45:09.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 God Moments of 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Eunice's blog, and I was so amazed by what she wrote on how she could feel god in the simplest things. So I decided that before I start my assignment, I'm going to thank and remember God for all the times he has blessed me in the year 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teaching catechism every Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking about the Our father and realizing what it truly means&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing in the choir after not appearing for a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading and singing the hymn people of god&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing bible verses cards for Jo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single time i visit TTSH and my medicine dosage is lessen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for World Youth Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All those prayer meetings we had before World Youth Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to the talks at WYD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to John Angotti play and sing P &amp;amp; W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Listening to the words of Common Ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being able to buy that WYD Jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing Through Christ when I was feeling low ( at that time I had never had this song)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esther talking to me about trials in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy encouraging me when I felt like giving up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy for his endless messages on what time we come home and how (it reminds me you care)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People telling me that I am very home bound ( reminds me that my family is important)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding that quote on families and realizing how much it relates to mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking mummy's surprise cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a sense of peace while conducting my lessons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing at midnight mass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping for Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Opening Christmas presents as a family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having all those people who didn't know what was going on in my life come and give me unexpected and really helpful advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for Monday and Friday Charismatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a part time job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting back my results and doing better then I expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy and Daddy telling me that they are proud of my results&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for P &amp;amp; W workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting reaffirmed to be a worship leader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facilitating Secondary 3 Camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You writing that letter after camp ( it meant so much to me that you were willingly to open up to us)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching the Primary 2's take Holy Communion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Jesher Do the reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Julian and Jesher sing the Psalm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing the smiles of the children when I walk into the center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That certain little girl and how her face lit up when she saw me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two different little boys showing me in different ways that they had let me into their world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The children wanting to hold my hand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hearing the children call for me very happily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing your improvement after my long absence from the center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing my supervision even though I know I should ave failed (Thank you God!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting up with Twin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting up with Jo and Angel dear and talking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single time the bus comes when I'm running late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The traffic lights that just miraculously turn green all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God telling me that he will never forsake me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting the Monday Charismatic people, you give me endless encouragement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meeting the CTK Charismatic people, I learnt that having faith doesn't mean that you become a different person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Teacher Brendan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Alicia Sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Sisterhood of the traveling pants 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single time I wake up in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going through the Jesus Letterbox while I pack up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making new friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading elephant in the playroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading my sister's keeper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing trading my sorrows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single P &amp;amp; W session that I am at&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single time we practice for P &amp;amp; W&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every single time I lead worship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people open up to me and talk about how they feel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying those two books that I have wanted since forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking on the road and listening to P &amp;amp; W music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people smile when I smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing char's nephew smile at me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Anastasia in her mad moods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing the water drinking game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out Charlene has suitors ( Every moment that I am happy means God is there!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting the confirmation from God to go for WYD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing my stories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My inspiration for lesson plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming home and seeing my parents cooking dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a special pen for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 18th Birthday surprise!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning surprise parties ( I will never forget Bona's shocked expression)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking at the facebook photos of WYD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confession at WYD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When mummy reminds me she loves me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making strawberry hearts for the Cat. Class party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the P2 children when for confession&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to Vietnam and going through those tunnels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interviewing Gavin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing the Down syndrome book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realizing that  children with special needs love so wholeheartedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting Hana Yori Dango the Final for Christmas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I need direction and I open the bible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to colors of the wind and really listening to the words for the first time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs during Charismatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going for Day of Fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Writing songs about God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading different people's blogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Esther Talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with the children at the playground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding that storybook for children about God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crying and people giving me hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving people presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going shopping with the girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People turning to me when they need someone to listen to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Who knew it would be so hard,I'm really really sure there are more, I should start recording them more often&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3127474478520194256?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3127474478520194256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3127474478520194256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3127474478520194256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3127474478520194256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/100-god-moments-of-2008-i-read-eunices.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-1146602461317788293</id><published>2009-01-14T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:20:39.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past.</title><content type='html'>you know what. I really hope if one day I ever see you again, my heart won't beat so fast at the sight of you. Sometimes I do miss you and I really feel like calling you, but I just can't do it. I feel afraid but I never ever regret knowing you, letting you into my life and being part of me. You will always occupy that special place that I hold dear in my heart. I will always love you and I hope you are doing fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1146602461317788293?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1146602461317788293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1146602461317788293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/past.html' title='the past.'/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3179356454996026625</id><published>2009-01-14T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T03:19:26.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like time is moving too fast&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to finish anything on time&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;i'm stressed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3179356454996026625?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3179356454996026625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3179356454996026625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3179356454996026625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3179356454996026625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-like-time-is-moving-too-fast-i.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-6533476623457742595</id><published>2009-01-13T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:02:40.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a start of a new year&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to be STOP daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;living in my own little pretty world&lt;br /&gt;BE more disciplined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6533476623457742595?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6533476623457742595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6533476623457742595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6533476623457742595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6533476623457742595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-start-of-new-year-i-need-to-be-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-2063535921757230831</id><published>2009-01-02T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:55:09.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be more independent, I realised I can be very dependent on others which is bad. The year 2008 seem to pass very quickly, It feels that I have wasted a year just like that. I really regret not studying enough for my MMS paper. I don't wish to repeat this mistake ever again. One regret is more than enough. When will I ever wake up? To STOP PLAYING all the time and START STUDYING. When will I ever cultivate the habit to stop studying on a last minute basis? I know this is not easy but I will work hard. I am going to be 19 this year. I am not young anymore. I have to know what I want in life. I hope I can learn driving soon!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to move on. let it be history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2063535921757230831?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2063535921757230831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2063535921757230831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-be-more-independent-i.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-6763190968696552351</id><published>2008-12-31T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:47:32.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the period of time where the assignments have&lt;br /&gt;seriously reached their peak.&lt;br /&gt;And half your brain says throw in the towel and forget about it&lt;br /&gt;the other half refuses to fail and keeps nagging you to keep going even though you really really have no clue what in the world you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is&lt;br /&gt;you really feel that no matter what you are still going to fail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-6763190968696552351?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/6763190968696552351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=6763190968696552351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6763190968696552351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/6763190968696552351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-period-of-time-where.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7369241963924322859</id><published>2008-12-12T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:50:12.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Maybe it was the way the scene was set up infront of her, that made her heart break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To others, the man standing there, was, is a failure. They saw nothing but the monsterous rage that ran through him everytime he was angry. They only saw the shattering of the things he broke in his anger. What they did not see. She did. The breaking of his fragile heart, again and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It came as no suprise to her, that she wrapped her arms around him, wanting - hoping to keep him away from all the pain and hurt he was feeling. Let him feel safe in the arms on her embrace , just take him away from all of this, keep everything that was threating to overthrow him at bay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'If I could take this all away, I would. I want to save you from what is tearing you apart.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He heard her thoughts, he saw it in her eyes. But he would never take up that offer she was giving him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would, one day, save himself. He needed to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all she could do now, was hold him, let him take refuge in her arms for a while. Until he finaly saved himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That was what she would do, wait for him to need her again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7369241963924322859?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7369241963924322859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7369241963924322859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7369241963924322859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7369241963924322859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-it-was-way-scene-was-set-up.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-4945438499693680219</id><published>2008-11-13T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T02:48:46.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes speaking too much on one topic&lt;br /&gt;makes a person who decides to help out&lt;br /&gt;pull out even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes people are stupid that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4945438499693680219?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/4945438499693680219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=4945438499693680219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4945438499693680219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/4945438499693680219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-speaking-too-much-on-one.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5448550985299796245</id><published>2008-11-05T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:55:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear friend of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when we feel like we're lost in the dark and there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel. Whether it is because we fail to see it, or we choose not to see it. Believe me when I tell you, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, there is a way out of this madness that surrounds you. I know, I really do because I'm in that tunnel with you, I don't see the light. But I believe that there is a light. And maybe we are just looking in the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, we fail to see what this darkness that surrounds us really is, for isn't it through times of trial that we are moulded to be who we are. Troubles times, that we grow. So maybe this period of darkness, is giving us a chance to grow, to reflect to find ourselves and believe in who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if we don't believe in who we are, there is no one out there who can say anything that will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;we make that difference, we choose to believe in who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a chance on that darkness, take a chance on that tunnel that you are in right now.&lt;br /&gt;Reflection, grow, become who you are meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5448550985299796245?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5448550985299796245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5448550985299796245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5448550985299796245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5448550985299796245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-friend-of-mine-there-are-times.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-3332631992739897692</id><published>2008-11-02T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:04:13.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;why its simple really,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because with every person I meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I give a part of my heart away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And unknowingly  unwittingly and unfortunately &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gave that special piece of my heart away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; And no matter how hard I try I can't seem to get it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I thought of for one of my hopelessly back dated stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3332631992739897692?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3332631992739897692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3332631992739897692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3332631992739897692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3332631992739897692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-its-simple-really-because-with.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-1933434874369479878</id><published>2008-10-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:11:37.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy's wise words&lt;br /&gt;Valerie do you ever go into anything alone?&lt;br /&gt;He is always with you, just surrender all of it to him.&lt;br /&gt;And he will make it work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1933434874369479878?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/1933434874369479878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=1933434874369479878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1933434874369479878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/1933434874369479878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/10/mummys-wise-words-valerie-do-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7738026976270951011</id><published>2008-10-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:54:29.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect/indigo96</title><content type='html'>perfect/indigo96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just too perfect, Machi thought as she worked on some papers.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, all the other times she saw Yuki he was attractive, but she could tell from whatever he was doing that he was flawed.&lt;br /&gt;With him just sitting there, looking at a paper, it was impossible to tell that he had imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki’s shiny, strangely silver-ish hair fell elegantly around his face, framing is smooth, unblemished skin. His long eyelashes were lowered and fanned out, like butterflies kissing his cheeks. Yuki’s eyebrows were knit together in concentration, and a pencil gently tapped on his pouted lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was infuriating! Do something! Machi screamed telepathically.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki, unfortunately, could not hear. He blinked, and his eyelashes kissed his cheeks once more. It was one thing to tear apart a neat room and break chalk to dust, but she couldn’t just start punching him. And she certainly didn’t want to, either. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could even think, Machi jolted up. Her chair made an abrupt scraping sound, and Yuki looked up.&lt;br /&gt;“Is everything all right?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;Machi did not acknowledge that she had heard him say anything, but that didn’t bother Yuki- he was used to it.&lt;br /&gt;She walked towards his desk, and stopped once she reached it.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes?” Yuki asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machi frowned, bent over, and kissed him roughly. To her surprised, he kissed back. She pulled away, red as a beet.&lt;br /&gt;“Why’d you do that?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;Yuki was blushing, too, and it wasn’t pretty. His face was a splotchy red and his eyes were wide.&lt;br /&gt;“Really, Machi, I should be asking you that.” Yuki choked, “You started it.” As soon as the words escaped his mouth, he couldn’t believe he said something so childish. I have got to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machi’s face contorted into a look of annoyance. “You were too perfect,” she snapped.&lt;br /&gt;“What?! How does that make sense?! I’m not perfect.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know! You always look like Yuki when you’re up and doing something, but when you’re just sitting there…ARGH!”&lt;br /&gt;Yuki stared blankly at her. “I really don’t follow.”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re too attractive when you’re just sitting around! I had to dosomething about all that perfection, it was driving me insane!”&lt;br /&gt;“So you kissed me?”&lt;br /&gt;“It makes sense. Someone as imperfect as me should be able to blemish your perfection.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” Yuki murmured. He glanced up at Machi, fuming silently. “Well,” he cleared his throat, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Feel free to make me imperfect as often as you like.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say&lt;br /&gt;fluff makes me happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7738026976270951011?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7738026976270951011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7738026976270951011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7738026976270951011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7738026976270951011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfectindigo96.html' title='Perfect/indigo96'/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-7129224507998375197</id><published>2008-10-14T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:22:15.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jamie: Is it because she was kissing Uncle Skills?&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: You knew about that?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Yeah, they tried to pretend he was getting something out of her eye but they were just being mushy.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: And how does it feel to be scarred for life?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Fine. I like Nanny Deb and I like Uncle Skills so what if they like each other?&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: It’s a little more complicated than that. Nanny Deb is also my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Yeah, but I let you kiss My mom.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: &lt;em&gt;-Pauses-&lt;/em&gt; Eat your soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7129224507998375197?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7129224507998375197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7129224507998375197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7129224507998375197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7129224507998375197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/10/jamie-is-it-because-she-was-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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-8463297936345234569.post-5198774118323732904</id><published>2008-09-20T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:16:24.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SNUFrOCNrXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ffYGQ5kNbpM/s1600-h/poster-jesus_christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SNUFrOCNrXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ffYGQ5kNbpM/s200/poster-jesus_christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248107180830076274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i have learned this holiday so far&lt;br /&gt;1. working is not fun&lt;br /&gt;2. a relationship with god is a two way thing, you have to do your part for it to work&lt;br /&gt;3. i let the light change me, and now i don't want that change to stay&lt;br /&gt;4. the fullness of life is in god&lt;br /&gt;5. writing in caps is not all that cracked up as it seems&lt;br /&gt;6. i miss just being me&lt;br /&gt;7. happiness is a choice, and today and everyday on I CHOOSE TO BE HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this few months have been crap,&lt;br /&gt;it's been tiring, like there was no light at the end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, someone said this.&lt;br /&gt;"I know god loves me because he shows his love for me in the small things. It could just be that today is so hot so hot so hot. And at the end of the day he sends a gentle breeze to cool me down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i finally realized that yes this few months have been dry, but i have not done my part in my relationship with god. I haven't spent time with him , in fact I've been running away from him.&lt;br /&gt;and today's gospel just hit me on how people grumbled that they got the same pay as the workers who came later. Even though they got the pay that god promised them. And why should they be envious that he is generous. And it came to me that maybe i was upset with god because i felt that people who got to know him later got the same gifts and love that he showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so indeed why should i be envious that he is generous? After all, the time that i have spent with him is longer and so much more and these times are something that they cannot rewind and get for themselves and yet here i am being unwillingly to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that today, tomorrow and every other day,&lt;br /&gt;i remember that you may have new children every day&lt;br /&gt;but that I am still special to you&lt;br /&gt;and that no matter what you willl always love me.&lt;br /&gt;That i will not be selfish and not want you to touch their lives&lt;br /&gt;and like you have touched mine.&lt;br /&gt;And that i always remember it is for your glory.&lt;br /&gt;Always your glory.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5198774118323732904?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/5198774118323732904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=5198774118323732904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5198774118323732904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5198774118323732904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-have-learned-this-holiday-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SNUFrOCNrXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ffYGQ5kNbpM/s72-c/poster-jesus_christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-5112825419010214731</id><published>2008-09-14T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:01:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my angel dear and jo dear!&lt;br /&gt;hope we can meet up on tuesday night and have dinner together(:&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the fun and laughter we have!&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have loved you all along and i miss you, been far away for far too long.i am so silly to feel like this again, i shouldn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-5112825419010214731?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5112825419010214731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/5112825419010214731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-my-angel-dear-and-jo-dear-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>kristy</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-3450438303249163222</id><published>2008-09-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:06:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SMKqPqLl-RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lbeqTdAehfc/s1600-h/blair_and_chuck_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940102210353426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SMKqPqLl-RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lbeqTdAehfc/s200/blair_and_chuck_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck: Please don't leave with him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair: Why? Give me a reason... and "I'm Chuck Bass" doesn't count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck: 'Cause you don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair: That's not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck: 'Cause I don't want you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair: That's not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck: What else is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair: The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get in the car. Three words. Eight letters. Say it... I'm yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chuck: I... I ... [pause]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blair: Thank you. That's all I needed here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what can I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I happen to love this pairing a bit too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-3450438303249163222?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/3450438303249163222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=3450438303249163222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/3450438303249163222'/><link rel='self' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once a upon a time, there was a girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She lived in a place where she was surrounded by smiles, hugs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was no such thing as tears, sadness, broken hearts in this place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her whole life, she only knew happiness, love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until one day, a stranger came to this place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He told her about another place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his tales made her dream about this strange world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then he asked her,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go with him to this strange new world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They always say the grass is greener on the other side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She couldn't help herself, she had to see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had to know, curiousity got the better of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So she left, left her world where she had always been happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, she was happy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She liked this new world,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything was so strange,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this stranger, became her best friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her reason for waking up in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then it came,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that one rainy morning, when he left her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandoned in this strange new world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for the first time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tears fell from her eyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she could taste their saltness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she felt overcome with sadness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her heart broken, torn, ripped to pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She couldn't take it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she left, when back to her safe world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she left with a happy heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now she returns with a broken heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she returns only to find,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she can't find that happiness anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has left her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even in this place where she always knew it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-4089682523608236517?l=simpleillusionist.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-8463297936345234569.post-1481506653892007432</id><published>2008-08-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:50:11.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SLAUZNl3brI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5GyJr_zeuik/s1600-h/Caged_by_scorsagra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SLAUZNl3brI/AAAAAAAAAGY/5GyJr_zeuik/s200/Caged_by_scorsagra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708790009654962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm really really silly&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm being too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still upset&lt;br /&gt;i hate all your opinions of who i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not this person who will bug you to drive me around&lt;br /&gt;just because you have a freaking car&lt;br /&gt;just in case you haven't noticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i can walk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't like the way i feel so caged in&lt;br /&gt;by how you view me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord grant me faith&lt;br /&gt;faith to believe that you will overcome all of this&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;Help me please&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let go&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SLAVQNJ5PGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-O8IdmAgIR4/s1600-h/Faith_by_irotiphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SLAVQNJ5PGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-O8IdmAgIR4/s200/Faith_by_irotiphotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237709734785137762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have your way&lt;br /&gt;Lord have your way with me&lt;br /&gt;stir it up in our hearts lord&lt;br /&gt;a passion for your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-1481506653892007432?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/1481506653892007432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=1481506653892007432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-7339795602290432848</id><published>2008-08-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:43:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJmh8BuaVtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Bw7HdiEzCVA/s1600-h/kyo+tohru.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231390494794864338" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJmh8BuaVtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Bw7HdiEzCVA/s200/kyo+tohru.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;fruits basket&lt;br /&gt;new found love(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is one of the times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;where I actually like the main couple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and the three thousand other side couples(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-7339795602290432848?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/7339795602290432848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=7339795602290432848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7339795602290432848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/7339795602290432848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-found-love.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJmh8BuaVtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Bw7HdiEzCVA/s72-c/kyo+tohru.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463297936345234569.post-2788716341158649014</id><published>2008-08-02T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:49:18.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJRSxHm58QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K9rq9VohsdM/s1600-h/_Sushi__by_djoszer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229896071093285122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJRSxHm58QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K9rq9VohsdM/s200/_Sushi__by_djoszer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This week i realised something, girls day out is a good time for sushi dates.seriously, its the best time to gossip,catch up on each other's lives.mindless wondering and hunger pangs=inspiration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so here's a quick glimpse into my lastest story ending, if i don't edit it, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"the problem, is that you are constantly on my mind,every moment that I am awake,every breathe I take,every minute that I am living.But I don't know if your even thinking of me, so here it is, the truth,you are constantly on my mind. Every minute. Every day. Every moment. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He gazed at the girl who had just spoken, without even turning to look at him,touched her cheek, and turned her face gently away from the endless miles of water that was in front of them, bringing his face close to hers, gazed at her eyes and said " the truth is, there is never a moment that i stop thinking about you, there is never a time that i don't want to hold you in my arms and never ever let go."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His lips brushed against hers gently, he pulled away, wrapped his arms around and kissed her head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Always and forever, it was, is the perfect engraving for their wedding rings. She thought, letting the memories of them together play repeatly in her mind. She was in the midst of enjoying them when someone yelled, " the wedding car has arrived!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;always and forever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;always yours, now and forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8463297936345234569-2788716341158649014?l=simpleillusionist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/feeds/2788716341158649014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8463297936345234569&amp;postID=2788716341158649014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2788716341158649014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8463297936345234569/posts/default/2788716341158649014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simpleillusionist.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-week-i-realised-something-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>val</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13273293811497977435</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://bp3.blogger.com/_4xXt2wzQJnQ/SJRSxHm58QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K9rq9VohsdM/s72-c/_Sushi__by_djoszer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
