<?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-6199035695446475879</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:54:11.922+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of my brain and heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-9166854320856896813</id><published>2008-10-08T23:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:35:13.407+11:00</updated><title type='text'>100th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a promise, that after the 100th post of this blog, I'll move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;A place of many heartfelt words.&lt;br /&gt;A place of memories.&lt;br /&gt;A place of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;A place of truth.&lt;br /&gt;A place of lies.&lt;br /&gt;A place of imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;A place of innovations.&lt;br /&gt;A place of fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I defined "ME".&lt;br /&gt;A place where I found myself.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can escape.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I recover.&lt;br /&gt;A place where I rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As reluctant as I am to leave, a promise is, a promise.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd be attached to something in the virtual world, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;People say change is always good. But really, is it ALWAYS good?&lt;br /&gt;People need consistencies in life. So, why would some desire change so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, you met many people. Some goes on to become your acquaintances. Some goes on to become your friends. And some goes beyond that. Have you ever thought, a random stranger you met in the most unlikely place of all, will give you the best lesson in life you've ever learnt? Have you ever thought, a stranger you met, will give you the best advice that anyone else can never give? It happened to me today... Thank you is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reluctant to write this last post, and now I'm reluctant to end it. My head is so jumbled up. My feelings are so mixed up. I don't know how to express myself today. There are so many things I want to say, but words can never  measure up. What I'm going to say next may not make sense to anyone else but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that I'm not in control.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the fact that everything you do/say affect me in ways I have never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like knowing that you have such an impact in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how you changed the way I act.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the person I'm turning into because of you.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, thank you for entering my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;MeR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Above all things, I believe in love~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imaginedreality.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-9166854320856896813?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/9166854320856896813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=9166854320856896813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/9166854320856896813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/9166854320856896813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/100th.html' title='100th'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7592808514354761202</id><published>2008-10-07T21:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:30:12.189+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was at borders and was just flipping through books that looked interesting. And then I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Believe in the power of love; that you too can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;transform reality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;You are not your past - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you are your future. &lt;/span&gt;Know that, and you will create something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7592808514354761202?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7592808514354761202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7592808514354761202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7592808514354761202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7592808514354761202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-was-at-borders-and-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-1735526770980514505</id><published>2008-10-05T15:49:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:08:16.148+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hid behind the curtains of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hid behind the mask of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;deception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hide... That's what I do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-1735526770980514505?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1735526770980514505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1735526770980514505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1735526770980514505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1735526770980514505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/hidden.html' title='Hidden'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3022493890928663661</id><published>2008-10-04T14:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:36:54.785+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is there to do?&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-3022493890928663661?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3022493890928663661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3022493890928663661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3022493890928663661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3022493890928663661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/isolation.html' title='Isolation'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8759270092490346337</id><published>2008-10-04T12:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:37:52.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;It's funny how dreams can affect you the next morning, whether you remember it, or you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Whatever dreams you had, be it good or bad, will determine your mood for the next day. Well, that is if you have a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And in a way, the dreams you had will affect the way you feel for the person you dreamt of. You may feel angry towards that person, happy, or you'll start to like that person, be it in a romantic way or just plain platonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The scary thing is we just can't control what we are going to dream of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That dream of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8759270092490346337?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8759270092490346337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8759270092490346337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8759270092490346337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8759270092490346337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-807853018182544322</id><published>2008-10-04T01:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:38:29.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><content type='html'>Stop the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Stop the whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you are living a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-807853018182544322?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/807853018182544322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=807853018182544322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/807853018182544322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/807853018182544322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/living.html' title='Living'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5159386052996254058</id><published>2008-10-04T01:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:09:46.222+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I breathed in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;familiar smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the memories just come rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn, that smell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5159386052996254058?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5159386052996254058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5159386052996254058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5159386052996254058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5159386052996254058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/familiarity.html' title='Familiarity'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3786873911709985447</id><published>2008-10-01T20:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:10:34.331+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the wave, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; swept away everything I've carved on the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But then again, nothing lasts forever right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-3786873911709985447?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3786873911709985447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3786873911709985447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3786873911709985447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3786873911709985447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-wave-you-swept-away-everything-ive.html' title='Ocean'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8007203216882433421</id><published>2008-10-01T00:56:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:57:46.692+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Believe it or not, I'm obsessed with finding you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;. Freaky huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8007203216882433421?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8007203216882433421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8007203216882433421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8007203216882433421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8007203216882433421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-171417470755727836</id><published>2008-09-29T15:36:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:12:02.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Teardrops on My Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This is a song for you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (refer to post titled "Random Thoughts", 17/09/2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, wishing you all the best =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just damn funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-171417470755727836?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/171417470755727836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=171417470755727836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/171417470755727836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/171417470755727836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='Teardrops on My Guitar'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7397868988313051520</id><published>2008-09-29T11:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:37:58.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>F.Y.I</title><content type='html'>You've been a total&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What the fuck is wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;selfish possessive bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7397868988313051520?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7397868988313051520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7397868988313051520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7397868988313051520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7397868988313051520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/fyi.html' title='F.Y.I'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2506788384464648950</id><published>2008-09-28T21:25:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:01:09.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Everything else has to wait, because I have something really important (well, at least to me) to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I met a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today who sweeps me off my feet. As strange as it sounds, I feel a connection. So, here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;          Whoever you are, I don't know. I know that you're also Indonesian. I saw you in Greco at Crown today at around 7.30ish, 7.40ish plus at night, you were with another 2 friends at first and another one joined you after . We made a couple of eye contacts. Even while you were waiting outside, I noticed you looking. I wasn't sure it was me you were looking at. But the second and third time I looked, I was pretty sure it was me. The electrifying eye contacts we made completely blew me off. I wanted to smile at you but I was too shy. I couldn't hold the gaze long enough to let you know that "hey, I think you're cute". I noticed too, that before you left, you turned around to have one last look. I regretted not giving you a smile then. So, if fate allows, hope we will cross paths again. I hope by then I will have the courage to smile at you. Till we meet again,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mr Stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MeR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;p.s: Do these things only happen in movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2506788384464648950?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2506788384464648950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2506788384464648950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2506788384464648950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2506788384464648950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/fate.html' title='The Perfect Stranger'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5436418895849994985</id><published>2008-09-25T01:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:51:27.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies</title><content type='html'>Sorry for being away for quite a while (like anybody cares). I have a pretty good reason. My computer decided that it's time it consumed some viruses, and so it did. Due to some complication, it had to be sent to the "hospital" (a.ka. Service center). Got it back on Monday but was busy installing all the programmes and songs. So here I am.. Using Jeannie's computer while she's happily snoring away. Erica is beside me still engrossed in Facebook. Staying over at clayton for 2 nights. And now I'm going off to bed.. Night world~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: While away, I did write some things on paper, but don't have it with me now. Will update when I get home. Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5436418895849994985?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5436418895849994985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5436418895849994985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5436418895849994985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5436418895849994985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/apologies.html' title='Apologies'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7262963277825246089</id><published>2008-09-25T01:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:47:06.231+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love VS Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a thin line between &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HATE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rather than wasting your energy to passionately &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; someone, why not passionately &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; another? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7262963277825246089?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7262963277825246089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7262963277825246089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7262963277825246089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7262963277825246089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-vs-hate.html' title='Love VS Hate'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7303897729586936561</id><published>2008-09-17T18:26:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:39:36.893+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Did it ever cross your mind that you will die alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Did it ever cross your mind that you will spend the rest of your life by yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Did it scare you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;How do strangers become friends and then become strangers again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I'm afraid to lose you. But I'm also afraid that the tighter I hold on to you, the more you'll try to get away. Just being the way we are is enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're someone who's too good to be true. I wouldn't ask for more than what I've already gotten. But if I could, I want to give you more than what I've already given. If you'd allow me to, I would give you my all. I keep hoping that one day, you'll see me in a different light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;No matter what happens in the future, you'll always be that special person who occupies that particular corner in my heart. You're not ordinary, you're extraordinary. You're not like others, you're unique. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I admire you for your confidence, (as strange as it sounds) your cockiness, your independence, your perseverance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just the coward who can't tell you how I really feel. I can do nothing but wish that one day you'll see right through me like I am a transparent glass. You're too special to lose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S:. I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7303897729586936561?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7303897729586936561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7303897729586936561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7303897729586936561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7303897729586936561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2424601086793606089</id><published>2008-09-15T20:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:02:44.203+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>Should I move to wordpress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2424601086793606089?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2424601086793606089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2424601086793606089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2424601086793606089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2424601086793606089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6047844231211064908</id><published>2008-09-14T23:37:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:41:06.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ashamed&lt;/span&gt; to have a __________ like you, being controlled by another human being who should not have the right to do that. When are you going to start &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;standing up for yourself &lt;/span&gt;and your _______??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6047844231211064908?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6047844231211064908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6047844231211064908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6047844231211064908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6047844231211064908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-secret.html' title='A little secret'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8334119247066591735</id><published>2008-09-14T16:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:06:46.049+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt; has arrived. The air is warmer and less crisp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate this kind of transition between seasons, because almost everyone around me is falling sick!!! So, at this time, Vitamin C is my new best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Season of love&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;season of heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;season of sickness&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome back, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8334119247066591735?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8334119247066591735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8334119247066591735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8334119247066591735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8334119247066591735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5420632746777267025</id><published>2008-09-13T16:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:46:42.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday, I flipped through the pages of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Book of My Life&lt;/span&gt;. I smiled looking at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; pages created by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;happy memories&lt;/span&gt;. I teared looking at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; pages which give out &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sadness and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;. When I close the book, I look at the cover. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;beyond words. It was simply &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;breathtaking&lt;/span&gt;. I realise, it is the mixture of colourful pages and the black and white pages that made the cover of the book to be so brilliant. Without that mix, it would be just like other ordinary books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And yesterday, we toast to the happy memories. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5420632746777267025?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5420632746777267025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5420632746777267025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5420632746777267025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5420632746777267025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7153800427367771283</id><published>2008-09-10T17:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:12:18.247+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>You &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;can't &lt;/span&gt;have everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gain a thing, you lose a thing.&lt;br /&gt;You gain a friend, you lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really how life works?? Because if it is, I don't want to meet new people because I love all the people who are in my life right now. Can I do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Still at law library. Still trying to finish my lab report.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7153800427367771283?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7153800427367771283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7153800427367771283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7153800427367771283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7153800427367771283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-12264351992539648</id><published>2008-09-10T16:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:14:32.665+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"God's work is flawless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have to agree. This is not going to be a religious post or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Recently, I have been facing a lot of problems. Be it with uni, personal or social. I was at a breaking point. I wanted to wave the white flag and say "I'm done. That's it, I'm taking no more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Just when I was about to do that, the problems seemed to be solved one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I got into thinking, this didn't happen only once. How many times in my life I've wanted to throw in the towel; countless.. But every single time before I get the chance to do that, everything seems to get better. That's when I realise, He will not put us in a situation where we cannot handle. He will not leave us in despair cause it hurts Him just as much to see us at the lowest point of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But He has to put us through all that shits to make us learn. We, as human beings are so ignorant. We take things for granted. We don't know what's really good for us. We don't know when to learn from out mistakes. We have to go through all the bad things we're going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;All of it make us a better person. All of it shapes the person we become. All of it helps us get through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After realising all this, I can't promise that I'll stop whining whenever some bad things happen to me. I can't promise I'll stop complaining when I have many problems. But I can promise that I'll never stop praying, for He will always be there to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When the whole world turn its back on me, I know He is still going to be there to guide me. I'm not perfect, I don't go to church every sunday,  but He loves me for my imperfection and I'll always have FAITH in Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S: I'm at Melbourne Uni's Law library atm.. Supposed to be finishing up my Personality and Social Psychology lab report. -_-" Will get back to it now. Ta~ everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;P.P.S: This is not a post to promote Christianity. It is just my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-12264351992539648?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/12264351992539648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=12264351992539648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/12264351992539648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/12264351992539648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/wonders.html' title='Wonders'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-749120803185312921</id><published>2008-09-08T20:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:39:38.818+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Melt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love song&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strolling under the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt; underneath my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;troubles&lt;/span&gt; will melt away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Sound of White - Missy Higgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I listen to, the sound of white,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sometimes I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hear your smile&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;breathe your light&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah if I listen to, the sound of white ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're my mystery. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;One mystery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-749120803185312921?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/749120803185312921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=749120803185312921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/749120803185312921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/749120803185312921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/melt.html' title='Melt'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6429773144993386033</id><published>2008-09-08T00:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:39:42.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>F*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"sorry" has been uttered. what else is there to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuck the world.. Fuck it all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-6429773144993386033?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6429773144993386033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6429773144993386033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6429773144993386033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6429773144993386033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/f.html' title='F*'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4163881107536323943</id><published>2008-09-07T17:31:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:41:46.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jika</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jika hati bisa berbicara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tidak lagi akan ada kebingungan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jika hati bisa berbicara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tidak lagi akan ada pertanyaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jika hati bisa berbicara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kau akan tahu apa yang kurasakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jika hati bisa berbicara.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4163881107536323943?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4163881107536323943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4163881107536323943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4163881107536323943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4163881107536323943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/jika.html' title='Jika'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2777231493631752174</id><published>2008-09-07T17:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:30:23.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Stayed home the whole day to clean the room. It feels so good now cause every single corner is clean and tidy. The satisfaction... Just pure bliss. I do enjoy cleaning though I'm very lazy. Ironic I know. But it's very refreshing to see something dirty/ messy becomes clean and tidy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my assignments but can't help, the room is way too messy for me to concentrate. Awrighty, it's time for me to clean myself up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Gonna have pizza for dinner. Yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.P.S: Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2777231493631752174?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2777231493631752174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2777231493631752174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2777231493631752174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2777231493631752174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7007893785531312251</id><published>2008-09-06T14:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:51:25.230+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;on my own&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Does it have to be this way?&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-7007893785531312251?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7007893785531312251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7007893785531312251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7007893785531312251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7007893785531312251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-i-cant.html' title='No, I can&apos;t'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5509856073965425956</id><published>2008-09-06T00:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:01:30.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'>T-T</title><content type='html'>Slight progress in essay. Still long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;You've been a distraction, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You've been occupying my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I close my eyes, you are all that I see.&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-5509856073965425956?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5509856073965425956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5509856073965425956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5509856073965425956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5509856073965425956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/t-t.html' title='T-T'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6831780135967432439</id><published>2008-09-05T00:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:13:10.519+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sunshine &lt;/span&gt;in my gloomy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tiny bright light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strength &lt;/span&gt;in my weakest hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You're, &lt;/span&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6831780135967432439?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6831780135967432439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6831780135967432439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6831780135967432439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6831780135967432439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-1665572745704719035</id><published>2008-09-03T18:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:44:52.342+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little under the weather today, for a reason I don't even  know. I guess I've been happy for awhile already and now it's time for me to be all sad and sappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;They come and go like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;One moment you feel like you're on top of the world,&lt;br /&gt;One moment you feel like you're walking through hell.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Are some fucked up feelings that mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;Are some feelings that keep you going in life.&lt;br /&gt;Do we have to experience all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me make it through this 3 weeks of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-1665572745704719035?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1665572745704719035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1665572745704719035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1665572745704719035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1665572745704719035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7423261164199643707</id><published>2008-09-03T18:33:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:03:07.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeeee 70</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The most &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lesson to learn is: Which bridge in life to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt; or which one to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;break off&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For my special friends  (you know who you are), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The friend in my adversity I shall always cherish the most. I can better trust those who helped to relieve the gloom of my dark hours than those who are so ready to enjoy with me the sunshine of my prosperity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7423261164199643707?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7423261164199643707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7423261164199643707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7423261164199643707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7423261164199643707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventeeee-70.html' title='Seventeeee 70'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5417106605152127397</id><published>2008-09-03T00:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:09:00.667+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IndPP40I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kC19FKHwV6E/s1600-h/51688762-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IndPP40I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kC19FKHwV6E/s320/51688762-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425384029807426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1InpZX7jI/AAAAAAAAADY/g39xRTWheIc/s1600-h/51688762-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1InpZX7jI/AAAAAAAAADY/g39xRTWheIc/s320/51688762-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425387293503026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IShyM19I/AAAAAAAAADA/SjY2dyynsqU/s1600-h/50066458-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IShyM19I/AAAAAAAAADA/SjY2dyynsqU/s320/50066458-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425024472897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IS1tFgfI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Bqyjwsv9Es/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IS1tFgfI/AAAAAAAAADI/3Bqyjwsv9Es/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241425029820154354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm totally in love with these heels. Will someone get them for me??&lt;br /&gt;It's not that they are expensive, it's just that they are sold in Forever21 and Australia doesn't have Forever21! DANG! It's going to cost me AU$45 just for the shipping fee if I order them online. Friends in US, get it for me pleaseeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5417106605152127397?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5417106605152127397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5417106605152127397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5417106605152127397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5417106605152127397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-totally-in-love-with-these-heels.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SL1IndPP40I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kC19FKHwV6E/s72-c/51688762-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-1628482819863257718</id><published>2008-09-02T18:28:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:05:05.286+10:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Today was a really tough day at uni. I was moody, super stress! Lunch made my mood better though, meeting with the girls, laughing at tze, asking stupid questions to the guys (i.e. Would you rather marry a man who looks like a woman or a woman who looks like a man? Would you rather sleep with a gorilla who looks like a woman or a man who looks like a gorilla? and a few others).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The thought of assignments totally killed my brain cells and make me go crazy. It's really piling up and it's time for me to start on something but instead here I am updating this blog. Well, that's because I have something happy to share with you! It only affects me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;After a rough day in uni, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;highlight of the day&lt;/span&gt; was one of my lab classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for smiling at me P. It totally made my day and lighten up my mood. (Still blushing... And my heart still flutters when I think of it). Throughout the 2h lab, my heart was beating really fast. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;P.S: Thank you for helping me make it through this rough day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-1628482819863257718?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1628482819863257718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1628482819863257718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1628482819863257718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1628482819863257718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/09/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8757745760761214073</id><published>2008-08-31T22:29:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:32:55.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One of the hardest things in life is having words in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; utter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8757745760761214073?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8757745760761214073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8757745760761214073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8757745760761214073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8757745760761214073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/brace-yourself.html' title='Brace yourself'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6777298180717957458</id><published>2008-08-31T18:29:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:53:44.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter-Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SLpXhTv-qVI/AAAAAAAAACw/zaJkmzFUYNw/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SLpXhTv-qVI/AAAAAAAAACw/zaJkmzFUYNw/s320/winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240597346147805522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wind is getting warm, the days are getting less depressing. That's when I realise, winter is ending. A part of me is delighted. I am eager to see the blooming flowers, the colourful scenery when I look around. Another part of me is sad to see winter going away. I love the winter. I love the dry crisp air in the morning. Even though days may get really cold especially with the rain, I still love winter. I love having to wear a little more piece of clothings to keep me warm. I love having to fight the wind on those windy days. I guess you can't be selfish. You can't have everything you desire. Season has to change, people have to grow up, days have to go by, years have to pass by. Change is good.. Right?? This is going to sound really ironic. Winter is said to be the most depressing season of all. I do have a love-hate relationship with winter. I get down more easily during winter. And I've heard of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) where someone who has this will get super duper depressed during winter up to the point of suicide (Interesting huh).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SLpbi_aw29I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2evd2Ue5qxc/s1600-h/spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SLpbi_aw29I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2evd2Ue5qxc/s320/spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240601773096360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring, not my favourite but I don't hate it either. Nothing much to say about spring. Just that beautiful flowers blooming and happier days ahead! Enjoy the last days of winter people because spring is coming to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: Winter in Melbourne is not as beautiful as the picture portray, neither is the spring. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6777298180717957458?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6777298180717957458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6777298180717957458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6777298180717957458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6777298180717957458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/winter-spring.html' title='Winter-Spring'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SLpXhTv-qVI/AAAAAAAAACw/zaJkmzFUYNw/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-6252044263268869349</id><published>2008-08-31T18:14:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:54:35.249+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Special weekend this week. Went to party and the 2 lovelies stayed over with Jeannie taking over my personal space (HA!) Awaken at 12 by sms from Erica asking if I was ready to go. Panic!! Replies her message and went back to sleep (WHAT?!!). Woke up 15 minutes later and realise I'm in deep shit. Rushed to the bathroom, get ready. Met them at flinders to eat at TAB. The best fish and chips I guess. Had lunch for awhile then off to Highpoint we go. Met Cindy in footscray and took the bus. Almost got lost but luckily we didn't. Reached there at 3.30PM and realised the mall closes at 5.30PM. o_O Went to valleygirl (main reason I went there, sorry for dragging you guys along. *peace*) After walking around for a bit went to gloria jeans. Had my new favourite creme brulee chillers introduced by Erica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We reminisced about the past, how different the past was. We used to play with marbles, rubber bands, petak umpet, tak jongkong, tak patung, etc. We concluded that the kids in the past had more fun then the kids in the present (who are more technologically advanced, playing with PSPs, NDS and other video games). Went back after that, cook bihun bakso (meatball vermicilli??) and went to safeway buying ingredients and stuffs. In the end stayed over there. Had fun in the morning (or should I say midday) being woken up with SUPER DUPER SHOCKING NEWS (sense the sarcasm). Ate chicken rice, had fun some more and decided "it was time for me to go home" (line from the song "Big Girls Don't Cry"). And now here I am typing this entry away. It was a really fun weekend. I love meeting the girls every weekend (sorry if you are bored of me.Hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;They put a great end to the stressful week. They are the reason I look forward to weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Previous post, I dedicated it to Erica Kosasih and now it's for Jeannie Kosasih (the sister).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeannie Kosasih, Jenoi leboiii, cenoiii, etc. (HAHAHA) thank you for making my weekend even more enjoyable. You are such an entertainment!! Thank you for being a listening ear too =) Stop being so pervert please. Hahahaha. I'll go over to clayton lagi deh some time yah. Be a good tour guide! Kissy kissy poo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6252044263268869349?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6252044263268869349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6252044263268869349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6252044263268869349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6252044263268869349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5029290159768329108</id><published>2008-08-28T00:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:02:30.689+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I feel so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-5029290159768329108?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5029290159768329108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5029290159768329108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5029290159768329108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5029290159768329108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/demon.html' title='Demon'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6909571061234808172</id><published>2008-08-22T00:21:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T00:01:55.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me emo??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A friend (Soegiharto Widjaja) has just brought to my attention that the posts in my blogs are apparently emo. Quoting him "wah ur blog.. sounds abit emo nih".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It got me thinking though. Why do I only write posts that are emo? Out of the 60 something posts I have actually written, you can count with one hand the number of entries that are light-hearted. And I start to search myself the reason for this imbalance. I found a reason that may or may not satisfy you my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The thing is, I like  happy times. I enjoy them sooo much I never want to let them go. The moments are so precious that I just want them kept in my memories. You may think "what has it got to do with not writing them down in your blog?" I always believe that when you write something in a blog, it is your way of letting go. It is your way of venting your emotion and just getting rid of whatever you're feeling. I'm so afraid that by writing down the happy times, I'd soon forget about them. Will I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my friend, thank you for the advice of "look at glasses that are half full rather than half empty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cliche quote some of you may say. But it gives a whole new different meaning when it comes from a friend when compared to you reading it yourself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess from this moment on I do have to learn writing a more light-hearted post and stop complaining a lot yeah? Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6909571061234808172?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6909571061234808172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6909571061234808172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6909571061234808172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6909571061234808172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-emo.html' title='Me emo??'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6834366189489760786</id><published>2008-08-21T22:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:44:38.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm supposed to be doing my Development essay right now but heck, my brain is out of juice. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, instead, I'm going to update this dusty blog *blows off dust* as requested by xxx whoever you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life hasn't been that interesting lately. Basically, I've just been going to uni and meeting my best best best friend in the world Erica Kosasih on the weekend. She's here on exchange and I'm so glad. She helps me through a lot of things this past 4 weeks. I keep bothering her with my ranting and complaints. But she never once showed that she's bored or can't be bothered. She is the one person that keeps me grounded to earth and reality. When I start to think too positively of something uncertain, she pulls me back to where I am by saying things that actually make sense. I love her frankness, honesty, fearless comments. I love her for being who she is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyhoots, I miss Indo =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6834366189489760786?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6834366189489760786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6834366189489760786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6834366189489760786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6834366189489760786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-world.html' title='Hello world'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4458801453024615509</id><published>2008-08-05T00:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:47:59.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard something break. It was so loud that I swear I was becoming deaf. I looked around trying to identify the source of the noise. I could find nothing. Everything is prim and proper. Nothing seems to be out of place. Nothing is scattered on the floor. I forgot to look inside myself... When I did look, it was too late. Something already crumbles into thousands and millions of pieces. It was beyond repair, beyond mending. No wonder I don't feel a thing anymore. It is all gone. I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NUMB&lt;/span&gt;... And it's all because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4458801453024615509?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4458801453024615509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4458801453024615509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4458801453024615509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4458801453024615509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5265582746021765676</id><published>2008-07-31T00:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:12:31.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the heart speaks "I'm tired, give me a rest and leave me alone for awhile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you have a cut, it will heal perfectly. Leaving barely any scar. But is it the same case when you have one on your heart? This is not an emo post, it's just some random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years, many slashes, bruises, deep cuts. They heal with time, but is there barely any scar? I don't think so. I believe scars are left behind, those that can open up again leaving fresh wound. We don't have much choices do we? We can't choose not to fall in love, we can't choose not to like someone. Maybe we can, but the heart definitely can't. Are we to blame then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes I love from Grey's Anatomy. Those that really hit close to home and some that really gave me a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did. Maybe our old wounds teach us something...they remind us of where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Something's we just have to learn over and over and over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The truth is painful. Deep down no body wants to hear it, especially when it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because the truth is all we have to give. Sometimes we tell the truth because we need to say it out loud to really hear it for ourselves. And sometimes we tell the truth because we just can't help ourselves. And sometimes we tell them because we owe them at least that much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Forgive and forget, that's what they say. It's good advice, but it's not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled, old wounds never healed. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we'll be lucky enough to forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations. Because the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing, still. The expected is just the beginning. The unexpected is what changes our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. [...] The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Even now I believe for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending, most of the time, and that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions, fate wins anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5265582746021765676?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5265582746021765676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5265582746021765676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5265582746021765676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5265582746021765676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/07/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6199735131947102135</id><published>2008-07-03T23:39:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:46:15.929+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BABY!! =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Good news first, I got my EOS 450D FINALLY!!!!!!! Haven't really gotten the time to play around with it yet. So happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad news, I came back from Singapore yesterday. But almost couldn't make it. Reason? Ashamed to admit, I left my passport in a bag, and asked my dad to bring that bag back to Indo ( he left a day earlier). So, I was left without passport to travel! HOW HOW HOW?! In the end, my kind dad bought a ticket and came to Singapore again to pass it to me. I know it costs a lot and I do realyl feel bad about it. *sigh* but there's nothing else I can do. T-T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learnt: Clear the bag before you change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;P.S: I'm in Indo atm. Going to Bali on Monday. =D Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6199735131947102135?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6199735131947102135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6199735131947102135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6199735131947102135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6199735131947102135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-baby-d.html' title='NEW BABY!! =D'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8946141433396303978</id><published>2008-06-24T14:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:21:47.295+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As some of you may already know, I love to walk in the cold and crisp weather, listening to music. It gives me time to think and  to just take in the beauty the world has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You live only once, why would you want to fill your life with just work or study? I'm not saying that those things are not necessary but they don't have to take  up every single space in your life. How many of you have actually stopped and just breathe in the fresh air in the morning while walking to work or school? How many of you actually take in the surrounding? I bet not many. It's really sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The world offers so many beautiful sceneries, and living things and yet, the people who live in it don't even know how to appreciate them, destroying them with pollution and yadda yadda yadda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyhoot, time flies yeah? Just months ago I was booking a flight to go back home and in 6 days time I'll be in my second home (Singapore)!! In 12 days, I'll be off to Bali!! You guys better enjoy the fair me right now cause when I'm back from Bali, I'm gonna be black y'all! Muahahaha. I love tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;P.S: Do take a moment and really just inhale or whatever you do to take in the beauty of the world. Do try, it's worth that one minute you spend. =) Love you world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8946141433396303978?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8946141433396303978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8946141433396303978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8946141433396303978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8946141433396303978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8338361103973892211</id><published>2008-06-19T23:48:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:58:22.723+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking at the title, you may think "Oh she's going to be writing about fashion today" You're 50% right. I'm going to be writing about fashion, but MY own fashion. Sorry to disappoint you. HAHA. Hey, what do you expect, it is MY blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;About a month or so ago, something (shall not mention who or what) enlightened me. I've come to realise that I cannot be forever the T-shirt and jeans girl! All this time, I've been so comfortable in my T-shirt and jeans and casual jacket. I realise I have to care more about how I look. So, I started buying new clothes and dressing up. Even though there is no special occasion. And the thing is, I feel good about myself! I feel more confident knowing that I look good not just so-so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, I've embarked on a project of revamping the content of my wardrobe. Can a sugar daddy please kindly sponsor me? HAHAHAHA. Just kidding... I'm saving up. I've already spent a humongous amount of money (shall not mention how much !!!?!!!?!!) to buy new clothes and shoes. Still have a loooonngg way to go.. *sigh* But I'm determined! So next time I buy clothes, no more ugly T-shirt. Someone please be very very generous and send me lots and lots and lots of money pleaseeeee...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: Thank you pepi for being my personal stylist. You are the BEST!!! Can't wait to go Bali!! xoxo, gossip girl. (errr.....?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8338361103973892211?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8338361103973892211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8338361103973892211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8338361103973892211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8338361103973892211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5299880814219646893</id><published>2008-06-19T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:12:10.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberculture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Get home, on the laptop, do whatever I need to do, sit in front of the laptop, facebook, blogs, msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's basically my routine for every single day (well, almost). But come to think of it, I was surprised at how much time was spent in front of the computer! I still remember those days when I know nothing about the evil thing called "INTERNET". I remember how, as a family, we used to just watch TV together, have dinner together and all. But at the present, we eat dinner in front of our own probably 15" screen. Where are all the quality times people??? Where are all the bonding time?? I wouldn't want my kids to grow up not having the warmth of a family gathering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And then I come to thinking, what if there's no internet or computer? Like if they were to disappear at this moment, will I be able to survive? *ponder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My answer is: YES. I can survive. It has been proven. Whenever I go back to my home country (Indonesia), the internet speed is soo slooowww it can be said that I don't have internet. And because of that factor, I don't like going online when not necessary. I survive! I have my dogs to play with, TV to watch and friends to go out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But if I don't have any friends or family members or any human being I can talk to, I'll DIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That's why I agree that "HUMAN IS A SOCIAL BEING"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5299880814219646893?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5299880814219646893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5299880814219646893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5299880814219646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5299880814219646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/cyberculture.html' title='Cyberculture'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6044678160761403338</id><published>2008-06-18T00:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:49:49.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry for being away for too long, my non-existent readers! Have been really busy with exams. But fret not, it's all over now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have quite a few things in my mind that I actually want to blog about during the exam period. Howeveeer, due to the time constraint (?!??!), I mean because of all the studying, I can't really blog it out. And sadly, now, some of those ideas are gone!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways, one of the things I remember is the topic on&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first step towards achieving happiness is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BE CONTENT WITH WHO YOU ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I find this true. You have to learn to accept you as YOU (confused yet?). The point is, no matter how you look like, no matter what your character is, no matter how imperfect you are, ACCEPT IT! Accept every single bit of you! Hey, nobody's perfect right?? And I'm nobody (nyah nyah nyah). Ok back to the point. I know it's easier said than done, but you can try. A step at a time. I know I haven't been exactly practicing what I preach. I still find all the things I'm unhappy with about myself (i.e. my tummy, my thigh, my hips, my nose, my eyes) Oh maann I can go on and on and on and on... I'm learning, sloooowwwly, but learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh gosh, my brain is so tired at 1.52 AM. I can't think of anything else to say. Geez... Alcohol is no good for the brain. Nooo goood.. Whee~~ I only had a quarter bottle of Vodka Cruizer for Pete's sake!! Now I'm arguing with myself. Fine, I better sleep now.. Me need sleep, brain need sleep, good night world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I take more than an hour to write this entry??!! My brain must be really f* up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6044678160761403338?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6044678160761403338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6044678160761403338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6044678160761403338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6044678160761403338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6428000362023303949</id><published>2008-06-03T20:13:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:26:24.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Something of something</title><content type='html'>I got this from a &lt;a href="http://lunchwithmerv.wordpress.com/"&gt;friend's blog&lt;/a&gt; and he got it from the movie "Evan Almighty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;God: &lt;/strong&gt;Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a totally separate note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Love is the most inexplicable, unscientific, irrational of all phenomena. The only thing we know is that it can happen to anyone." - Boston Legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've given up believing in love a long time ago.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6428000362023303949?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6428000362023303949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6428000362023303949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6428000362023303949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6428000362023303949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-of-something.html' title='Something of something'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6423879678184877773</id><published>2008-06-03T00:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:54.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3000 words</title><content type='html'>A picture is worth a thousand words. 3 picutres=3000 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQDDflP02I/AAAAAAAAACg/HSsZF1EQGKU/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQDDflP02I/AAAAAAAAACg/HSsZF1EQGKU/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207290427699352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQDDlYGG-I/AAAAAAAAACo/YstqFEmidHc/s1600-h/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQDDlYGG-I/AAAAAAAAACo/YstqFEmidHc/s320/51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207290429254802402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQClFiPxGI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gqe7HRkhWRk/s1600-h/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQClFiPxGI/AAAAAAAAACY/Gqe7HRkhWRk/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207289905311368290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6423879678184877773?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6423879678184877773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6423879678184877773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6423879678184877773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6423879678184877773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/3000-words.html' title='3000 words'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SEQDDflP02I/AAAAAAAAACg/HSsZF1EQGKU/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-7807684457926986928</id><published>2008-06-02T16:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:06:08.455+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I guess it's true how people say you want the things you can't get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about something you want so badly but you know that you can never get your hands on &lt;del&gt;him&lt;/del&gt;.. thing, I mean that thing. The desire to own it is overwhelming. Sometimes it's bigger than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;Ok I'm rambling..&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, why is it that we want those things or even those people that we know we can never own? Is it because there is no such thing as IMPOSSIBLE? Is it really true that NOTHING is impossible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I really need to be more positive about myself. I really need to boost my confidence and I really really need to make myself believe that I deserved to be loved, that THAT person will grow to love me, that it is not impossible for all that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;[It's not love, it's not like, it's not infatuation. It is only admiration. It is only the joy of wanting but never owning. You were just a trophy]&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-7807684457926986928?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7807684457926986928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7807684457926986928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7807684457926986928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7807684457926986928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/06/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7597775685850641937</id><published>2008-05-29T21:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:55.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bDmuysnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6uT_Emy9JCY/s1600-h/SANY1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bDmuysnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6uT_Emy9JCY/s320/SANY1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205768705525592690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bD2uysoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/57adaScWnOY/s1600-h/SANY1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bD2uysoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/57adaScWnOY/s320/SANY1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205768709820560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweet friends who came over at midnight, wanting me to jump into the swimming pool in the freezing weather. Love them anyhow.. Thank you for the bracelet! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bEGuyspI/AAAAAAAAACE/GrjkJQ3Q8Js/s1600-h/SANY1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bEGuyspI/AAAAAAAAACE/GrjkJQ3Q8Js/s320/SANY1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205768714115527314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Super duper sweet friends who bought me my favourite anthurium and lied to me while waiting in the lobby. Willing to miss their class. Awwww.... *hugs and kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bEmuysqI/AAAAAAAAACM/TdCxpX9c8Ig/s1600-h/SANY1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bEmuysqI/AAAAAAAAACM/TdCxpX9c8Ig/s320/SANY1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205768722705461922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANTHURIUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7597775685850641937?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7597775685850641937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7597775685850641937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7597775685850641937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7597775685850641937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/bliss_29.html' title='Bliss'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SD6bDmuysnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6uT_Emy9JCY/s72-c/SANY1648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-1977204441799582965</id><published>2008-05-29T02:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:23:46.878+10:00</updated><title type='text'>=.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One birthday wish from a special someone that will make me the happiest girl in the world &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never came&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will it come next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;... The one thing that keep us living in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm STILL hoping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;[Love me for A SECOND and I'll make it last A LIFETIME]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-1977204441799582965?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1977204441799582965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1977204441799582965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1977204441799582965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1977204441799582965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=.)'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3085946027545105134</id><published>2008-05-29T00:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:29:28.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So, my journey towards adulthood have ended. I've reached a place called the big 2-0. I guess this is where I'll start a new life as an adult. But then again, I'm reluctant to leave that youth part of me behind. I've decided I'll carry it along with me and whenever I need it, I'll just have to pull it out. =D It's a win-win situation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hmm, what am I feeling right now? Bliss cause I have friends who lied to me in order to surprise me (Fiona, Amanda, Fenella, Hendy, Rivano). I'm glad that I've lived 20 years in this world. Though there are some things I may not be too happy about and things that I wish I had done differently. But overall, I'm really satisfied with the beautiful family I have, the friends who will stood by me no matter what, accept me for who I am. Just one thing missing though. I haven't yet experienced the feeling of loving someone wholeheartedly, the feeling of finding soulmate, the feeling of just PURE LOVE. That's the one thing I've yet to experience, the one thing that I desire. I guess God has His own plan for me and I'll just leave it all to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thanks all for the wishes =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-3085946027545105134?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3085946027545105134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3085946027545105134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3085946027545105134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3085946027545105134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/twenty.html' title='TWENTY'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-1494523947191220786</id><published>2008-05-27T13:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:50:49.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't learn from all my mistakes, only some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Because some mistakes are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORTH MAKING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-1494523947191220786?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1494523947191220786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1494523947191220786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1494523947191220786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1494523947191220786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5203779820907568371</id><published>2008-05-26T15:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:51:20.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He is the definition of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my definition of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5203779820907568371?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5203779820907568371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5203779820907568371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5203779820907568371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5203779820907568371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/he.html' title='He'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6969045274554619117</id><published>2008-05-25T17:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:19:35.855+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can be admired, cannot be touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can be desired, cannot be owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every single time you leave, you left me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;disoriented&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're close I don't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't find the words to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6969045274554619117?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6969045274554619117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6969045274554619117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6969045274554619117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6969045274554619117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-9112045409006795215</id><published>2008-05-21T21:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T21:58:49.904+10:00</updated><title type='text'>self-obsessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Gosh!! It has come to my realisation that I have been sooo absorbed in my own world that I forgot everything and everyone around me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I hate myself!! I can't believe I forgot my Dad's birthday!! MY BELOVED FATHER!! Geez!!!! So pissed at myself. Sorry daddy!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! LOVE YOU ALWAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your lovely &lt;/span&gt;but forgetful and self-obsessed &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-9112045409006795215?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/9112045409006795215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=9112045409006795215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/9112045409006795215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/9112045409006795215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-obsessed.html' title='self-obsessed'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6054377688604102396</id><published>2008-05-20T20:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:29:02.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Slipped</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've started on something, but today&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I slipped&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm sorry.. I apologize to myself. Sometimes I condemn ME for my lack of discipline, for my lack of determination, for my lack of will power!&lt;/span&gt; Good Lord please make this easier on me. Please help me get through this.. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*Slap myself really hard across the cheek* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up Mer and don't ever slip again. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;guilt &lt;/span&gt;is unbearable....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6054377688604102396?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6054377688604102396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6054377688604102396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6054377688604102396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6054377688604102396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/slipped.html' title='Slipped'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4391920969617993948</id><published>2008-05-09T21:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:55.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SCQ2JY-ti6I/AAAAAAAAABs/CyIlplqQpKA/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SCQ2JY-ti6I/AAAAAAAAABs/CyIlplqQpKA/s320/DSC00954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198339404844600226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MeR is a good girl today and stayed at home the whole day. And and and! She make fish finger and breast chipees sushi!! It's delicious.. yummy. No, she didn't finish it all herself. I'm bored to tears today. I think I have to get used to staying at home since I'm trying to save up some cash. Hmmm... I'll find things to do then. Maybe do some baking. Wooo Woooo!! I'm excited for the next few weekends staying home =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4391920969617993948?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4391920969617993948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4391920969617993948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4391920969617993948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4391920969617993948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/sushi.html' title='Sushi!'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SCQ2JY-ti6I/AAAAAAAAABs/CyIlplqQpKA/s72-c/DSC00954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-7361743092163500411</id><published>2008-05-04T17:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T17:13:00.424+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So today I went shopping alone and it was fun. I like having some time for just ME and no one else. Walking around aimlessly, not having to hurry because no one is waiting for you. It gives me time to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't get people who think that those who eat alone, shop alone are pathetic. I know that "No man is an island" but still, you don't need you friend 24/7. Or maybe, I'm stepping into adulthood which makes me realise that being alone is ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7361743092163500411?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7361743092163500411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7361743092163500411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7361743092163500411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7361743092163500411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-1826328521984248417</id><published>2008-05-04T17:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:55.679+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthurium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1gYgV7REI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZXn8D2CYdU4/s1600-h/schatz_howard_Botanica-+Anthurium+Fantasia_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have been in love with this flower since forever but just found out the name yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1gYgV7REI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZXn8D2CYdU4/s1600-h/schatz_howard_Botanica-+Anthurium+Fantasia_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1gYgV7REI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZXn8D2CYdU4/s320/schatz_howard_Botanica-+Anthurium+Fantasia_L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196415519170446402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1ftwV7RCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T2WI7nA-2zA/s1600-h/anthurium.orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1ftwV7RCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T2WI7nA-2zA/s320/anthurium.orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196414784731038754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1fuAV7RDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t8LmJSy7Wc0/s1600-h/White_Anthurium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1fuAV7RDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/t8LmJSy7Wc0/s320/White_Anthurium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196414789026006066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With their open, heart-shaped flowers and tropical disposition, it’s no wonder that anthurium have come to symbolize hospitality.  Also known as the Flamingo Flower, Boy Flower, Painted Tongue and Painter’s Palette – because of their distinctive shape and color – the name anthurium comes from Greek, meaning “tail flower.”  Exotic and compelling, with bold, typically red flowers and shiny, dark green foliage, anthurium, like the hospitality they represent, are long-lasting and irresistibly beautiful.&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/6199035695446475879-1826328521984248417?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1826328521984248417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1826328521984248417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1826328521984248417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1826328521984248417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/anthurium.html' title='Anthurium'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SB1gYgV7REI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZXn8D2CYdU4/s72-c/schatz_howard_Botanica-+Anthurium+Fantasia_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-4989370875502085100</id><published>2008-05-02T00:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:55.804+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SBnPcwV7RBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/30fbOs0K9nA/s1600-h/SANY1565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/SBnPcwV7RBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/30fbOs0K9nA/s320/SANY1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195411738068730898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISMATCH ON THE SURFACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6199035695446475879-4989370875502085100?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4989370875502085100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4989370875502085100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4989370875502085100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4989370875502085100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/mismatch-on-surface.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/SBnPcwV7RBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/30fbOs0K9nA/s72-c/SANY1565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-2242994090668334331</id><published>2008-05-02T00:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:35:16.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things are looking up and I'm glad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*Life is a spinning wheel. You can't expect to be on top forever*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2242994090668334331?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2242994090668334331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2242994090668334331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2242994090668334331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2242994090668334331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-are-looking-up-and-im-glad-i.html' title='Wheel'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8540158092159864860</id><published>2008-05-01T00:23:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:35:36.597+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have been having a really bad week. But yes it will get better. I believe it will and when I believe, it will happen. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bad Day- Daniel Powter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; They tell me your blue skies fade to gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You're faking a smile with the coffee you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You're falling to pieces every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Because you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You say you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; The camera don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You're coming back down and you really don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Will you need a blue sky holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; The point is they laugh at what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You might not make it back and you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And I'm not wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; So where is the passion when you need it the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Oh you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Cause you had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You're taking one down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You say you don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You tell me don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You've seen what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; And how does it feel for one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8540158092159864860?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8540158092159864860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8540158092159864860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8540158092159864860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8540158092159864860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/05/bad-week.html' title='Bad week'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3744476319571906691</id><published>2008-04-29T21:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:57:40.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson learnt</title><content type='html'>I got my keys back. And it cost me $100. Though lesser than what it's suppose to cost me. I hope the money really goes to the lift company and not the building manager's own pocket. *sigh* From this day on, I'll hold the keys really really tight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-3744476319571906691?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3744476319571906691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3744476319571906691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3744476319571906691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3744476319571906691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-learnt.html' title='Lesson learnt'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5216684340707073334</id><published>2008-04-25T00:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:01:41.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>I stupidly dropped my keys in the lift gap. All because of that overly hyper dog! And it's going to cost me $290 to get back the keys! Like HELLOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend was able to get her tram card for free though, so I hope I  can get my keys for free too. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5216684340707073334?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5216684340707073334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5216684340707073334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5216684340707073334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5216684340707073334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/nooo.html' title='NOOO!!!'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6604137519591217780</id><published>2008-04-22T23:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:18:43.091+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think about all the things that had been said. Sometimes I wish that I have said things differently, I have acted differently. The point is, I re-think what had just happened. And that's what happen with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make me feel stupid for saying the things I say. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make me re-think situations just because I want to impress &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. These are all the things &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; do to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6604137519591217780?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6604137519591217780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6604137519591217780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6604137519591217780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6604137519591217780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3283834202439063860</id><published>2008-04-20T13:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:53:26.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I like to keep you a secret =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-3283834202439063860?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3283834202439063860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3283834202439063860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3283834202439063860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3283834202439063860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4094603156170546283</id><published>2008-04-17T20:38:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:19:44.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Confession</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to sound real strange coming from me. But I just want to tell the world that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm actually very excited about studying for exam like I want to start right now!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4094603156170546283?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4094603156170546283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4094603156170546283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4094603156170546283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4094603156170546283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/strang-confession.html' title='Strange Confession'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2861516762272016779</id><published>2008-04-16T23:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:42:47.328+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress melanda</title><content type='html'>Meriana will be away on holiday for a month. I WISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* 1 more week and all assignments over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, this is super random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2861516762272016779?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2861516762272016779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2861516762272016779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2861516762272016779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2861516762272016779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/stress-melanda.html' title='Stress melanda'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8644472252903633971</id><published>2008-04-13T12:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:32:45.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This, totally blew me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Interview with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8644472252903633971?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8644472252903633971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8644472252903633971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8644472252903633971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8644472252903633971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-totally-blew-me-away.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-3511120328496233808</id><published>2008-04-12T14:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:33:34.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how hurtful, no matter how real. You can't run away from truth forever. You have to accept it, acknowledge it and get over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Take care to all who have been hurt by truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-3511120328496233808?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/3511120328496233808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=3511120328496233808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3511120328496233808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/3511120328496233808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/truth.html' title='TRUTH'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6330525856126015606</id><published>2008-04-11T19:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:53:01.238+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And then you get comfortable with someone. Too comfortable in fact. You stop thinking before you speak. You stop holding back words. And after it all spills out, you think "damn"! Then you regret, but all the regret you feel can never take back all the words said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is what words can do to you. Fill you up with lots of regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6330525856126015606?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6330525856126015606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6330525856126015606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6330525856126015606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6330525856126015606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-ness.html' title='Random-ness'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-924353526507083738</id><published>2008-04-10T18:59:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:30:52.490+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And then.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feelings came back to me like waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, nice talking with you. Goodbye. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-924353526507083738?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/924353526507083738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=924353526507083738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/924353526507083738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/924353526507083738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-then.html' title='And then.....'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7534822733564225438</id><published>2008-04-06T22:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:33:42.429+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's Just the Way We Are"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We hold on to things the tightest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when we are forced to let them go-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We always want things a certain way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when we know they can't be so.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;Dreams always last the longest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when they are the furthest from our reach-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;And the lessons we can learn the most from,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;are often the very ones we teach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;The grass is always the greenest,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when it lies on the other side-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;And the truths we preach to others, are often those we can't abide.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We hold fast to the things in a storm,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;which are most likely to blow away-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;And yet we neglect to wear sunscreen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;on a bright and sunny day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We spend our time trying to see things,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when perspective is one thing we lack-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;And we never appreciate what we've got,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;until we can't get it back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We expect the whole world to give us a break,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;and yet ironically we'll find-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;That when others come asking the same of us,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;we tell them they're out of their mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We tell everyone what's wrong with this world,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;and we do nothing to make it right-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We complain about families falling apart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;and yet do nothing to keep them tight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We preach about loving our neighbors,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;and we teach children right from wrong-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;But we never set good examples for them,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;when real chances come along.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We complain about not having enough time in our lives,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;to do what we must do-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;Yet if we were given more hours in the day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;we'd use up all that, too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;We desire to be close to all those we love,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;yet all too often look on from afar-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;And when it comes to the truth do we want to change,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'CAC Camelot';"&gt;or remain forever as we are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7534822733564225438?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7534822733564225438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7534822733564225438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7534822733564225438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7534822733564225438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-just-way-we-are.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s Just the Way We Are&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2977552646013378248</id><published>2008-04-06T22:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:31:06.110+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paintbrush"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff3300;"&gt;Paintbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I keep my paintbrush with me&lt;br /&gt;Wherever i may go,&lt;br /&gt;Incase I need to cover up&lt;br /&gt;So                                     the real me doesn't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to show you me,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of what you'll do-that&lt;br /&gt;You might laugh or say                                     mean things&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I might lose you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to remove all my paintcoats&lt;br /&gt;To show you the real,true me,&lt;br /&gt;But                                     I want you to try and understand,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to accept what you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll                                     strip of my coats real slow.&lt;br /&gt;Please understand how much it hurts&lt;br /&gt;To let the real me show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my coats are all                                     stripped off.&lt;br /&gt;I feel naked, bare and cold,&lt;br /&gt;And if you still love me with all that you see&lt;br /&gt;You are my friend pure                                     as gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save my paintbrush though,&lt;br /&gt;And hold it in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it handy&lt;br /&gt;Incase somebody                                     doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please protect me, my dear friend&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for loving me true,&lt;br /&gt;But please let me keep                                     my paintbrush with me&lt;br /&gt;Until I love me, too.&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/6199035695446475879-2977552646013378248?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2977552646013378248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2977552646013378248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2977552646013378248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2977552646013378248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/paintbrush.html' title='&quot;Paintbrush&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5174382512518922191</id><published>2008-04-06T22:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:20:22.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"When We Risk It All"</title><content type='html'>A beautiful poem taken from &lt;a href="http://www.emotionalconfinement.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erisca's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written perfectly by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristy Glassen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;We can't blame others when love dwindles away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;For we knew from the start it never promised to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's just one of those things where the stakes are high-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And sometimes it's forever, and sometimes it's good-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When you love the right way, you will never lose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;No matter what path life may force you to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You may end up with tears or a broken heart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;but you knew what you signed up for from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You can only give what you've got to give-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And if that's not enough, then you must continue to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Life will go on and broken hearts will heal-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You must continue on your quest, for that's the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Throw your heart into life and never stall-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;for the greatest risk is to risk nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;You see, love is the only thing that we know-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;That can be divided and divided but continue to grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And life isn't long enough to lock away our heart-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Just because life may have forced two people apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;We will continue to love and continue to lose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;We will continue to pick and continue to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And then one day we will just risk it all-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Take the chains off our hearts and dismantle the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The last time we love will be forever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And never again will our hearts be forced to sever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;We'll never have doubts that it'll go away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Because this time, it'll be here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But until then we must endure all the pain-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;For we only see sunshine if we can wait through the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5174382512518922191?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5174382512518922191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5174382512518922191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5174382512518922191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5174382512518922191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-we-risk-it-all.html' title='&quot;When We Risk It All&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-5988059957177787066</id><published>2008-04-03T00:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:28:25.297+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the big "2-0"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It just dawned upon me that I'm turning 20 soon and I mean real soon. 56 days to be exact. And not like most people, they get panic that they're turning so old, afraid of getting wrinkles and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about turning 20. Come one, learn to embrace aging. It's a natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for me being all excited is because I feel that something is going to happen this year. I felt it when the new year begins. I know some of you will say that it is bullshit, but hey, I know what my instinct is telling me alright. 99% of the time, they are accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder about all the things that have been happening to me for almost 20 years now. I think about all the lessons and knowledge I have acquired, be it through experience or teaching. I reminisce about the happy moments, sad moments and all the uncertainties. I wonder about all the people that I have met so far in my life and the many more people who I am going to get to know and hopefully a special person that I'll spend the rest of my life with. I thank The Greater Power Up There who have laid my life in front of me, who have given me a beautiful family with parents to die for, friends who stood by me through everything, friends whom I fought with but who forgive me for my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I'll stop here before it sounds like my dying letter or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so, on my birthday I'm going to write a special post.. I shan't reveal it yet. It shall remain a secret =) But yeah, do look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-5988059957177787066?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/5988059957177787066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=5988059957177787066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5988059957177787066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/5988059957177787066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/04/journey-to-big-2-0.html' title='Journey to the big &quot;2-0&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6061040456080850165</id><published>2008-03-30T02:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:56.284+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream car for 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5asmXln2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNKNyekmVD4/s1600-h/24345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5asmXln2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNKNyekmVD4/s320/24345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179943410245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5as2Xln3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CzXWwQ_pSOY/s1600-h/nissanmarch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5as2Xln3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/CzXWwQ_pSOY/s320/nissanmarch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179947705212786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5atGXln4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0JdbRg-OPB0/s1600-h/nissan-micra-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5atGXln4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/0JdbRg-OPB0/s320/nissan-micra-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183179952000180098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to get this one. The price is pretty reasonable and it's new model. I'd love to get it in the rose colour or the orange one. Hahaha. I HOPE... *cross finger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6061040456080850165?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6061040456080850165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6061040456080850165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6061040456080850165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6061040456080850165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-car-for-2009.html' title='Dream car for 2009'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/R-5asmXln2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/wNKNyekmVD4/s72-c/24345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-1678546364483906021</id><published>2008-03-30T01:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:53:28.819+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"New Soul"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm a new soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I came to this strange world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Finding myself making every possible mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; See I'm a young soul in this very strange world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; But why all this hate? try to communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Finding trust and love is not always easy to make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; This is a happy end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Cause you don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Everything you have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Why's everything so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; This is a happy end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Come and give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'll take you far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-1678546364483906021?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/1678546364483906021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=1678546364483906021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1678546364483906021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/1678546364483906021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-soul.html' title='&quot;New Soul&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7384609986153299381</id><published>2008-03-27T00:53:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:10:34.790+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;st reali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;se that I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gadget freak&lt;/span&gt;!!! Goodne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s, I ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;st got a new phone a couple of month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s back and right now I'm already eyeing another one! But I've alway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s wanted a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;sidekick/hiptop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;since forever!! It'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;st that they are not out in other countrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s. Here are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;some of the thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Canon 450D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Macbook Pro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Sidekick/hiptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canon 450D&lt;/span&gt; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s my priority!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hoping that I can get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;canon&lt;/span&gt; during my june holiday. Hopefully it'll be out by then.. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt; Already a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;sked my parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;though, and they allowed me to buy but with my own money!! I don't mind *grin*.  Yeay yeay yeay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7384609986153299381?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7384609986153299381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7384609986153299381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7384609986153299381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7384609986153299381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/what.html' title='what?!'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2515554407147839356</id><published>2008-03-25T23:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:17:58.988+11:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even before I knew it, my heart had stopped liking you. It's been awhile now and I feel liberated (exaggerating, I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still don't like you though (not him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2515554407147839356?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2515554407147839356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2515554407147839356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2515554407147839356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2515554407147839356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_25.html' title='=)'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8574547893984202210</id><published>2008-03-24T21:54:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:08:34.647+11:00</updated><title type='text'>F-ing Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started feeling pissed for some reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can stop acting all nice in front of me, pretending to care how my life is going. And for Christ's sake, please stop bragging that you know more things about him than I do. I already know that, you don't have to tell me. And if I want to know all those things about him, I can ask him myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just letting you know girl, not everyone loves you. Get that in your thick skull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And really, when I say stop acting all  nice and caring, I really do mean STOP! Geez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phew, feels good to let it out of my system...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the rain is here, the smell and sound of it calms me down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8574547893984202210?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8574547893984202210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8574547893984202210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8574547893984202210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8574547893984202210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/f-ing-pissed.html' title='F-ing Pissed'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7992849429216794554</id><published>2008-03-24T16:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T16:16:06.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I really hope &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; get to read this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry that you have to be the one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry for disturbing you with stupid meaningless messages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry you feel bothered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry if I ever make you feel uncomfortable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Except one thing, I'm never sorry that I fall in love with you because it's the most beautiful thing I have ever felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now it's time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7992849429216794554?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7992849429216794554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7992849429216794554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7992849429216794554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7992849429216794554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time..'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7616480975673753613</id><published>2008-03-23T21:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:15:52.201+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken and shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone keeps telling me that I have to let you go, I have to move on. But I have been a naughty friend who doesn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder.. Is it time I heed their advice? Will I be able to ever let you go? Will I be able to forget you completely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you have already taken a part of me away and I will never feel whole again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7616480975673753613?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7616480975673753613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7616480975673753613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7616480975673753613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7616480975673753613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/broken-and-shattered.html' title='Broken and shattered'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6335237971902446164</id><published>2008-03-21T00:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:58:16.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has been a few months now and I still like you. I've thought about giving you up for good. But it's just something that I can't bring myself to do. Because the feeling that I get when I think of you is indescribable.  And I would take my heart out and pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sent it to you without thinking twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s for you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm somewhere I've never been before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Now I see ,what love means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;It's so unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; And I don't wanna let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Its something so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Flowin down like a waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; I feel like you've always been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Forever a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; And it's so unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; To finally be in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; Somewhere I never thought I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6335237971902446164?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6335237971902446164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6335237971902446164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6335237971902446164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6335237971902446164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2655318468279420365</id><published>2008-03-19T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:24:51.683+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You are magical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="txt_1"&gt;Though I tried before to tell him&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings I have for him in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that I come near him&lt;br /&gt;I just loose my nerve as I've done from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Coz every little thing he does is magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Every thing he does just turns me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Even though my life before was tragic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I know my love for him goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to tell the story&lt;br /&gt;Of the thousand rainy days since we first met&lt;br /&gt;It's a big enough umbrella&lt;br /&gt;But it's always me who ends up getting wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I resolve to call him up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; A thousand times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And ask him if he'll marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In some old fashioned way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my silent fears have gripped me&lt;br /&gt;Long before I reached the phone&lt;br /&gt;Long before my tongue has stripped me&lt;br /&gt;Must I always be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing he does&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing he does is magic, magic, magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2655318468279420365?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2655318468279420365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2655318468279420365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2655318468279420365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2655318468279420365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-magical.html' title='You are magical'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-894630967710405570</id><published>2008-03-19T00:27:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:44:56.454+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R9_Dw5h7b-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6QAq9J8tq8/s1600-h/DSC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1OYONvvL-L8/R9_Dw5h7b-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6QAq9J8tq8/s320/DSC00043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179073341343625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I would give you all that I am, for all that you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Love me for a second and I'll make it last a lifetime"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-894630967710405570?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/894630967710405570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=894630967710405570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/894630967710405570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/894630967710405570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-would-give-you-all-that-i-am-for-all.html' title='My heart beats for you'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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/_1OYONvvL-L8/R9_Dw5h7b-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/r6QAq9J8tq8/s72-c/DSC00043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6199035695446475879.post-6754490384390623905</id><published>2008-03-18T16:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T16:55:30.847+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Corny love songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Not a thousand love songs can express what I feel for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6754490384390623905?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6754490384390623905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6754490384390623905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6754490384390623905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6754490384390623905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/corny-love-songs.html' title='Corny love songs'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-2351218452459352924</id><published>2008-03-17T22:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:08:55.815+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love you so"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; From the minute that you got my attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I was taken and I have to mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I was trying not to let it show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; But I knew that I wasn't gonna let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; From the way that you came right to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Looking all hot with the style that threw me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; No one would've ever known it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; You would be the one who take this heart and hold it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; You got that extraordinary way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Got to be next to ya every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; You do something that I just can't explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Wanna take the chance and tell you you're the one for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Boy, I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Do you know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Boy, I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; You can say anything you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; No stress 'cause I understand you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; We got a vibe you can't define &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Want everyone know that boy is mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; We won't fight and stop and stare at the way you hold me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; You take me there at times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I feel I lose control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Forget everyone but the hand I'm holding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Please know this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I'll always be right here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; And you don't have to look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Nowhere else babe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Don't think for a minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; This love will change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Oh you should know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Boy, I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you where this could go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Can you feel it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Boy, I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; Look in these eyes, they'll tell you where this could go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt; I just want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-2351218452459352924?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/2351218452459352924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=2351218452459352924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2351218452459352924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/2351218452459352924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-you-so.html' title='&quot;Love you so&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8540609907946827016</id><published>2008-03-17T00:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T00:29:25.085+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look around and all I see is you. Your face is in my every view. Sweet memories shared. kept and locked away deep inside the heart. Never forgotten, always remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8540609907946827016?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8540609907946827016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8540609907946827016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8540609907946827016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8540609907946827016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-memories.html' title='Sweet Memories'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7023423822789778243</id><published>2008-03-16T11:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:20:33.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gooodd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osnUB9bUm-E&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osnUB9bUm-E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7023423822789778243?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7023423822789778243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7023423822789778243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7023423822789778243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7023423822789778243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6885920586650717953</id><published>2008-03-15T18:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:19:56.451+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stardust *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; It belongs to you.&lt;/span&gt; And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just your heart, in exchange for mine.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;MeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6885920586650717953?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6885920586650717953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6885920586650717953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6885920586650717953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6885920586650717953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart.html' title='Stardust *'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4883466750703312070</id><published>2008-03-15T18:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:59:47.526+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU are &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One single message and you totally make my day, and that's what I love about you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4883466750703312070?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4883466750703312070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4883466750703312070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4883466750703312070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4883466750703312070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-3.html' title='YOU are &lt;3'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8212993521023017678</id><published>2008-03-15T16:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:19:22.002+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Miss You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Gimme a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Why I'm feeling so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Gimme a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Why I can't feel my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Everytime you leave my side, I just fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And when you're fast asleep, I wonder where you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Can you tell me, I wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Because I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And this is all I wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; These three words have said it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I think about you when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I don't need to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Gimme a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Why I can't concentrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The world is turning upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Spinning round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Gimme a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Why I now understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; The beauty and simplicity of everything surrounding me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You got a way of spreading magic everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Anywhere I go, I know you're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; There's a part of me that just wants to follow you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; It's such a hard life in most of the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I'm just surviving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; That's why I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; In the world where sincerity has lost its meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You fill my world with so much hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; This is all I wanna say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I guess I miss you, beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; These three words have said it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; You know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I think about you when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I don't need to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; And this is all I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I know it doesn't sound too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; But maybe I'm in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I just miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Yeah, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; And when you're walking out that door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I know I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; You make me wanna ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I just miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Yeah, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8212993521023017678?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8212993521023017678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8212993521023017678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8212993521023017678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8212993521023017678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-you.html' title='&quot;I Miss You&quot;'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8440506945675050417</id><published>2008-03-14T19:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:56:16.117+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;I am missing you but I don't want this feeling to stop.&lt;br /&gt;You're driving me crazy but I don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I think about but I don't care cause I love thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;MeR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8440506945675050417?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8440506945675050417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8440506945675050417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8440506945675050417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8440506945675050417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-stop.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-4711880592034897811</id><published>2008-03-14T16:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:55:56.439+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAT WAVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;OMJ! It's freaking hot over here. Even hoter than singapore or Indo. The heat here is crazy. You really just want to stay at home and on the aircon and chill. I'm drinking lots of water to keep me from dehydration. I think I'm having water retention now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh!! Anyways, I went to Moomba festival the other night and I watched the fireworks. Some people may think "what's the deal with fireworks?" I used to think that way to and actually still do now. I don't know why people runs out of the room to the balcony whenever there's a firework. It's just sparks in the sky. But the fireworks at Moomba was different. I was actually awed (yeah shoot me  now). It was beautifully synchronized, different than all the other fireworks I have ever witnessed. All I could do was to admire and take in the beauty... Speechless....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S.: You're still on my mind and I'm still missing you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-4711880592034897811?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/4711880592034897811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=4711880592034897811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4711880592034897811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/4711880592034897811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/heat-wave.html' title='HEAT WAVE!!!'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-8751518409079638313</id><published>2008-03-13T21:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T21:24:04.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Star, Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pardon me for my absence, I have been busy. (*tsk* yeah right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fine! I have a really good excuse alright?! I don't have internet! And now finally I do!!!!!!!!! WHEEE!!! I'm back on earth people! Feel like I've been living in planet mars. Oh wait, I think their technology is more advance than ours right. Oh wells, that's so unecessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Let's see, what have been going on in my life ever since I was abducted by aliens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Thinking of you, thinking about you, missing you, oh and one more thing, trying to get you out of my mind. How cool is that. Geez, I guess the aliens have given something to rack my brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Life has been, great except for the fact that you are not around. I have been enjoying my uni life so far.  Social life has not been to bad either. It seems like distance is unable to erase you from my brain and this red beating thing called "the heart".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[You're like a fallen star, an angel that has been sent to me to make my night turn into day, make my lemon into lemonade, make bitterness into sweetness]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*I like your every bit from head to toe. I like your smile, your laughter, the way you frown at a joke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-8751518409079638313?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/8751518409079638313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=8751518409079638313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8751518409079638313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/8751518409079638313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/03/fallen-star-fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Star, Fallen Angel'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-6896589574749430516</id><published>2008-02-25T03:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T03:56:54.317+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This has been the best summer holiday ever! For real!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Many things had happened during this summer break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A few that actually helped me to grow up a little bit more. *sigh* pretty depressed that the break is ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyways, the highlight of this holiday will have to be the one thing that I never expected myself to do. I was actually proud of it and there's no regret at all in doing that. In fact, it gives me a sense of relieve. I'm glad that you know the truth now and I know you may not be able to promise me anything but you knowing it is enough for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just want to let you know that I'll be here waiting and if ever there is a day comes and you change your mind, you know that I'll still be here. I'll keep hoping, keep wishing for a change to come. No pressure at all on you though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[I want to be the reason for the smile on your face. I want to be the reason for the sparkle in your eyes. I want to be the reason for the happiness you feel. I want to be YOUR reason.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-6896589574749430516?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/6896589574749430516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=6896589574749430516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6896589574749430516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/6896589574749430516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunburnt.html' title='Sunburnt'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</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-6199035695446475879.post-7974886915304974976</id><published>2008-02-24T03:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T04:03:47.381+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ola!! Welcome to my blog and for those of you who didn't know, I used to have and old blog [morningshine.blogspot.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just have the sudden urge to create a new blog. This will be a place I spill all my feelings (well not all but some) and rant about everything else in the world. I don't promise that I will update very often cause I don't write based on routines but more of when I have the inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is all for welcoming post. Hope you guys will like what I'm writing and come back for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;MeR&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6199035695446475879-7974886915304974976?l=imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/feeds/7974886915304974976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6199035695446475879&amp;postID=7974886915304974976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7974886915304974976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6199035695446475879/posts/default/7974886915304974976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginaryreality-mer.blogspot.com/2008/02/brand-new.html' title='A brand new....'/><author><name>MeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04890887686478342619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
