<?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-5514312</id><updated>2011-11-13T06:21:29.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons</title><subtitle type='html'>Observations</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-114552441731629293</id><published>2006-04-20T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:13:37.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The RavenOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door - Only this and nothing more."Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114552441731629293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114552441731629293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114552441731629293' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-114552426399520619</id><published>2006-04-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T02:11:04.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Erm... I seem to be posting only once a month, which (I think) is very bad. lack of committment, and all that.But it is the holidays now, and life is good. Haha, I thumb my nose at anyone who is working.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114552426399520619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114552426399520619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114552426399520619' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-114320289230926847</id><published>2006-03-24T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:21:32.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How lovely. I got the course that I wanted. Very satisfying. On the other hand, not, because I have an almost flu. Wearing da's shirt and socks with old-too-short pajamas. Mum says that I look like an escapee from the circus. Haha...? Sniff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114320289230926847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/114320289230926847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320289230926847' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113963681089244602</id><published>2006-02-10T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:46:50.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was terrible, and not in the funny terrible way either, because there was really nothing to laugh at, not like the way last tuesday was terrible because I nearly fell down the stairs and left my thumbdrive in school and was freaking out over Mary's postcards, which, by the way were finally approved yesterday, and was the only good thing that happened, and I digress. Badly, and often.So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113963681089244602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113963681089244602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113963681089244602' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113897504886258970</id><published>2006-02-03T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T05:57:28.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“It’s not so much that I care about what you’re doing, but the idiotic way you’re doing it.” - Vincent ValentineBecause sometimes, people really get to me.Laughs. Are people not amusing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113897504886258970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113897504886258970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113897504886258970' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113894387662705940</id><published>2006-02-02T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:17:56.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I'm taking a page from Ly's book in doing this, but well, class ended an hour early and I've nothing to do. Or rather, I have something to do, that being Mary's work, but I don't feel like doing it. Tried to sleep, but apparently my mind is running around too much and I just can't stop thinking.Meh, whatever.Mmm, Neil Gaiman has a new book out, which is so totally Squee! inducing, but erm,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113894387662705940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113894387662705940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113894387662705940' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113879539531006330</id><published>2006-02-01T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T04:03:15.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Squeee...Ly's mum is sending us to school tomorrow, squeeSqueeSQUEEEEEEEEEEE!!So happy, hahaha, :) !Had a really depressing conversation with San today.But Ly's mum is sending us to school, SQUEEE!Happy, sorta.Bah, but my painting sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113879539531006330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113879539531006330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113879539531006330' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113819817360870102</id><published>2006-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:09:33.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh ya! I want to be a bus-driver when I grow up. Though there are some people who would argue that I'm more than grown up enough already.I so beg to differ. But only figuratively.Catch me begging anyone for anything.(And I'm very carefully not saying (writing!) never, because otherwise I'd end up in some sort of odd situation which will have me on my knees, so!)So I told mum so over dinner and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113819817360870102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113819817360870102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819817360870102' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113819756998941449</id><published>2006-01-25T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T05:59:30.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. I wanted to write about something, but I forgot. How annoying. I'll probably remember what when I'm on the bus, or something.How really annoying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113819756998941449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113819756998941449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819756998941449' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113687377298676578</id><published>2006-01-09T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:16:12.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sort of but not really stole a pair of black socks from my dad, and they are mine, hahaha, mine!Er, well.So they actually fit and are really long and come up to almost my knee but it's just right because it's, you know, raining and therefore cold and I can't believe the amount of white fur I picked up...really amazing, wow.The End.-insert giggle here-Haha.Really The End.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113687377298676578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113687377298676578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687377298676578' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113687305605545965</id><published>2006-01-09T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:04:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a friend who has a pair of rainbow-colourful toe socks that she just loves to pieces, and the first time she wore it in my presence she yanked off her shoe in the midst of a really crowded elevator and exclaimed, "Look at my socks, aren't they cute?" and everybody looked at her socks and the crazy girl was purr-fectly happy.And when I told this to my mum, she laughed and said that if, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113687305605545965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113687305605545965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113687305605545965' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113435930101895386</id><published>2005-12-11T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:48:21.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents had a grape-seed-spitting competition at the beach yesterday. Mum lost, but honestly dad wasn't much better.Haha, I dare anyone to call me childish now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113435930101895386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113435930101895386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113435930101895386' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113195353893474819</id><published>2005-11-13T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:32:18.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eheh, funny things. Like that time dad bought a rolling pin, and mum carried it, and kept going on about insane impulses- whackpeopleonthehead! sort of impulses, and dad was all ya!metoo!So, funny!So funny!So funny what difference a comma makes.Hmm. Then at home he starts dismantling the whole thing, and finds out that the hole is waaaay too big to use and yell for me to go buy some pegs, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113195353893474819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113195353893474819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113195353893474819' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-113089752345475894</id><published>2005-11-01T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:12:03.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Poison Ivy is not a villian.Okay, she has the poofy hair, and the mad person thing, because she has poofy hair, and the mad evil-take- over-the-world( with plants) laughter, but she is not a villian because...haha, loophole...she's a villianess.Or something, and who cares anyway?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113089752345475894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/113089752345475894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113089752345475894' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112988135896397792</id><published>2005-10-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T00:55:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmmm...It's times like now when there's wind in my face,that I long for a pair of wingsto catch a breeze and soar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112988135896397792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112988135896397792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112988135896397792' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112977461136825476</id><published>2005-10-19T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:16:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it's because I cut my hair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112977461136825476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112977461136825476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112977461136825476' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112963320018451401</id><published>2005-10-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:00:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so happy. Not the holidays are soon kind of happy, though there is that too. It's more of a Happy kind, just am.Because, well, love. It's the monsoon season again, and I'm alive, yes?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112963320018451401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112963320018451401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112963320018451401' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112755253634854191</id><published>2005-09-24T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:02:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indignant indignant. Two people have asked me if I'm a boy. Huff. And one in the ladies restroom, of all places. What on Earth would I be doing there if I'm a guy?!Gah, people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112755253634854191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112755253634854191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112755253634854191' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112590145468863178</id><published>2005-09-04T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:24:14.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate music exams. Really I do. But nevermind, because I was reading the Chanur series by CJCherryh and that was fun. Even if the upcoming exams are not. My dog is so cute, you know? Giggle. Am happy today! :)And my parents have been pestering me for InuYasha. So funny to see mum in a CD store looking at anime. O.o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112590145468863178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112590145468863178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112590145468863178' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112476976361679282</id><published>2005-08-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:02:43.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pheeew...project week is over, and I finally have time- depending on your interpretation of 'time'-to breathe. Thank God.That's the plus side.The bad thing is that the teachers have already piled on the work for the next project. There's just no end to, erm, well, stuff.Gah. But it's raining. Isn't that lovely?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112476976361679282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112476976361679282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112476976361679282' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112351393581848744</id><published>2005-08-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:12:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cat is ten years old.Waaah.And his nose is balding.So he has a receding noseline.Giggle, hee. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112351393581848744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112351393581848744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112351393581848744' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112315357760011203</id><published>2005-08-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T04:06:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ow.I have just cut myself on a fork. A fork.I'm the only one I know who has ever gotten cut by a fork, of all stupid pieces of cut-lery. A knife, yes, but fork? It's, like, blunt!So I cut myself on fork.How very, very stupid.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112315357760011203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112315357760011203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112315357760011203' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112268855751130654</id><published>2005-07-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:55:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love J-rock. Or at least what I think is J-rock. It might be something else. And this would, I think, throughly surprise some of my friends, because usually I have rather classical, enya-type preferences.I blame it all on AR.She made me listen to it, and busy trying not to offend her taste in music I ended up with several CDs which I used to get the APs out of my room. Without saying anything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112268855751130654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112268855751130654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112268855751130654' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112247582074446281</id><published>2005-07-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:50:20.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The monsoon season is upon us again, yay!  I love the rain, and the gray light, and the snug, cozy bug in a rug feeling I get at night in bed under the comforter. Very aptly named, comforters, though too hot to use except during now, which is part of why I love this season.I have a theory that it never rains when I’m outside, and even if the sky is overcast, the rain won’t fall until I’m in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112247582074446281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112247582074446281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112247582074446281' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112186628725474516</id><published>2005-07-20T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:31:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the first free day I’ve had since, I dunno, Monday? Around there, anyway. School is fun, and I really like fashion and jewellery design, even though the amount of work we need to do is totally crazy. I mean, ninety designs in four days? As I said, totally crazy. Tang is really cool, and has a very dry, witty humour, so quite a few of my classmates don’t get her jokes and think that she’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112186628725474516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112186628725474516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186628725474516' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112099632388887889</id><published>2005-07-10T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T06:23:54.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking for nature pictures and therefore spent quite a few hours haunting the library, though there were only two National Geographic magazines and bleah, disappointed.So actually the reason I hung around for an hour and a half was because I got sidetracked, as usual, by all the really interesting articles, like the one about the galaxy. The article stated that the galaxy, well, that there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112099632388887889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112099632388887889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112099632388887889' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112074232785464611</id><published>2005-07-07T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:25:13.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is tough. I've gotten more homework in four days than I used to receive in two weeks.Bleah. Art theory is horrible. There're no textbooks and no notes and we have to search for everything by ourselves, and I'm having the time of my life! :)No regrets. I love it here, really.Giggle. Did anyone think I was being whiny? Honest!Yes? No?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112074232785464611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112074232785464611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112074232785464611' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112056980605231204</id><published>2005-07-05T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T06:23:26.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear that my cat can be the most aggravating creature on Earth- he was sleeping on the bathmat, and I nearly stepped on him when I walked out.So there I was, madly hopping about on one foot and failing my arms around in the air, and he gives me this look of absolute haughtiness that can only be found on a cat, as is to say, What are you doing, you crazy creature. Leave, and let me sleep in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112056980605231204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112056980605231204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056980605231204' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-112027103450018875</id><published>2005-07-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T19:23:54.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diao. And I mean, like, super-diao.There's this woman, who, a month ago came to mum and asked her to teach her sons and mum being mum decided to get me to do it instead.O.o Long sentence.And earlier this morning she came and proceeded to tell me that she was here in place of her son, who had a very busy schedule, yadda yadda yadda, and all in Chinese, which is a language I am absolutely hopeless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112027103450018875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/112027103450018875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112027103450018875' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111996962323214069</id><published>2005-06-28T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:40:23.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to snicker now.-snicker-I've been watching InuYasha recently, and it is a very good show and all, and my dad was being sneaky and stuff like that just to watch it too. I mean, he'll pretend to do something in front of the TV while I'm watching the show, and then later he gave up faking, and started wander over in a really vague, nonchalant sort of way before plonking himself on the sofa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111996962323214069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111996962323214069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111996962323214069' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111889865585303800</id><published>2005-06-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:10:55.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gah!There was this picture of some Vatican exhibition in the museum, and I asked mum why they put a crab on it, and she said 'what crab?' and I told her, 'on the front cover', and she stared at the cover picture with  utter confusion and...What crab?Gah. Seriously gah. She thought it was a circlet. Why a circlet? It doesn't even look like a circlet. It's a crab holding a cross with its pincers, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111889865585303800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111889865585303800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111889865585303800' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111820022206466855</id><published>2005-06-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:10:22.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cat just finished eating a mushroom. And a chestnut.Meh. Didn't know that cats ate mushrooms and chestnuts.I have one weird cat.Very, very weird. He likes durian too. And seaweed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111820022206466855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111820022206466855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111820022206466855' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111772019819726856</id><published>2005-06-02T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T06:49:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mum's bike was stolen today. Actually, very early in the morning at 3am. Dad heard the lock snap and went to check. He's an amazingly light sleeper, at least most of the time. I remember that day he asked me to make dinner, then went to sleep and didn't wake up til morning, no matter how many times I poked him.Not surprised. I told her so many times to leave it upstairs, but she said it was more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111772019819726856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111772019819726856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772019819726856' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111657068685146927</id><published>2005-05-19T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:31:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If dogs can't go to heaven, I have no idea how humans get in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111657068685146927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111657068685146927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111657068685146927' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111632770868324981</id><published>2005-05-17T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T04:01:48.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh.I love my dog.And my cat.And the rainy season, which is upon us again.Oooh, atmosphere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111632770868324981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111632770868324981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111632770868324981' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111581193192606808</id><published>2005-05-11T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:45:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How odd. Blogger just deleted one entire post.And so I post again. Sigh.That there is an infestation of my citronella plants, al these irritating white ant things.Just irritating in general.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111581193192606808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111581193192606808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581193192606808' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111508659536970013</id><published>2005-05-02T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:27:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La!Giggle. Most happy, removal of ball and chain, la!Because _that_ particular student was really not worth it.And the dog plays with a wagging tail, and the cat hunts with a waving tail.Therefore, misunderstandings.La!I feel almost sorry for the dog sometimes, but then he can be really thick, though it's more language problems than anything else, I guess.Poor cat then, or maybe not?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111508659536970013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111508659536970013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111508659536970013' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111503528480357406</id><published>2005-05-02T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T05:01:24.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mum forwent her afternoon nap and yherefore fell asleep at, like, 7.30.How much of a second childhood can you get?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111503528480357406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111503528480357406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111503528480357406' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111406969130403015</id><published>2005-04-21T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:48:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoo!I just realised that I restarted my blog exactly a year after I stopped.Now how cool is that!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111406969130403015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111406969130403015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111406969130403015' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111406931508922652</id><published>2005-04-21T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:41:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha, my parents are really weird. I honestly have no idea how they get along. Just the other day mum was going on one of her plant buying sprees, because there's no sunlight whatsoever in the apartment, and she over-waters in compensation for the lack of sunlight which kills more plants (in my opinion) than any other reason. And that was a horribly long and grammatically incorrect sentence, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111406931508922652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111406931508922652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111406931508922652' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111373426276482186</id><published>2005-04-17T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T03:37:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhh! Computer crash! Now everything is wiped out! *scramblescramble*Give dad hairy eyeball.All his fault.Waaaahhhh!!!!! Gone, all GONE!*sniffle*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111373426276482186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111373426276482186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111373426276482186' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111278647887301456</id><published>2005-04-06T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T04:23:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh. O.oThis is amazingly accurate, for reasons I don't care to go into right now.From witches who could change into cats with magicspells, to tribes of anthropomorphic tigersliving in the jungles of Malaysia, tobloodthirsty werecats of Japan who would preyon humans for sustenance, tales of werecatsrival their more well-known werewolf cousins innumber.As a werecat, you are aggressive, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111278647887301456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111278647887301456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111278647887301456' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111260782013789099</id><published>2005-04-04T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T02:48:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O.o The most stupid thing happened on Saturday, which is actually not the most stupid thing seeing as so many stupid things keep happening but it was still quite a stupid thing, rather.So we (this being the family) just got home and were, you know, with dog. And so A.atin put the leash on him, but he tried to jump over me to get out of my side of the door, and since I do NOT enjoy being scratched</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111260782013789099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111260782013789099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111260782013789099' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111206368655403675</id><published>2005-03-28T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:34:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoops. Sorry. Double post. Eheh, Blogger not annoying now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206368655403675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206368655403675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206368655403675' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111206335401936890</id><published>2005-03-28T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:32:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah. I typed it, and now it's gone. Blogger can really be annoying. And this is for Hawk, lovely, all for you.So. Somewhen or other, mum bought new shampoo, and there are tabs on these things, y'know, like so...you have to cut them off. And the tab was this really thick plastic ring, and I'd spent most of an hour in the bathroom trying to get it off. Scissors are wonderful things.Then I realised</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206335401936890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206335401936890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206335401936890' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-111206280737026757</id><published>2005-03-28T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:20:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So.I'm back, I guess. After I forgot my password and all, which I remembered (duh) after severe frustration.And all this because of Hawk, lovely, all for you.Today, or yesterday, or somewhen, mum bought new shampoo, and I broke the tab, then spent almost an hour in the bathroom trying to cut off the plastic ring, you know, that thing that keeps all the stuff in? Then I realised that hey! that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206280737026757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/111206280737026757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206280737026757' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-108047189717121775</id><published>2004-03-28T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T03:11:25.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I regard my classmates with the utmost scorn.Erm. Well, actually no, I don't.Still! the things they do...When the word sex in regards to gender was used, there was a whole lot of snickering and snarky comments. However, when the word stimulation in reference to sex was used, they were utterly indifferent!Oh, ya, before i forget, I fell off my bike today.Twice. Badly.Ow, kind of.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/108047189717121775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/108047189717121775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047189717121775' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-108047161223365380</id><published>2004-03-28T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T03:02:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeesh. Annoying blogger. Annoying annoying annoying.Annoyed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/108047161223365380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/108047161223365380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108047161223365380' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107892695552789299</id><published>2004-03-10T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T06:02:27.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleah. Recently, I've been putting in nine-hour days.I love the monsoon season. I love the coolness. I love the rain. I love getting wet. Being in love with these things make me happy. I love being happy.I don't love my nine-hour days, though. &gt;_&lt;Few days back I was so deeply in sleep debt that I slept 'round the clock for two days straight, only getting up for school and whatnot. (ie: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107892695552789299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107892695552789299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892695552789299' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107840543827753323</id><published>2004-03-04T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T05:06:08.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am currently in the middle of writing something. It started out as  some weird conversation snippet in my head that demanded to be written. The reviews made me continue and it's going to be either a chaptered story or a series of one-shots.Don't worry AR, it's not the death thing. That particuliar plot bunny stopped bugging me once I wrote a bit out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840543827753323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840543827753323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840543827753323' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107840526682798252</id><published>2004-03-04T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T05:03:16.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came back from cycling. It was fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840526682798252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840526682798252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840526682798252' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107840514860449892</id><published>2004-03-04T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T05:01:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two weeks ago I had a few tests, and the results came out last week, only I was (as usual) too lazy to post.Music was pretty bad, but then it always is. I lost four marks through a careless mistake- didn't read the question properly- and I could kick myself.Traditions are like necks- they're very hard to kick.And in the theory paper I lost roughly another four or five marks because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840514860449892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107840514860449892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840514860449892' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107779422972239137</id><published>2004-02-26T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T03:51:48.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's this tree in the school courtyard that has flowers. Yah, I know. Nothing particularly special. But in all my five years in school I've never seen it bloom even once. In fact I didn't even know it was a flowering plant. It seems really special to me 'cause this is my last year there and these flowers are big, red and beautiful.At least, they're beautiful from a distance.A lot of things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107779422972239137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107779422972239137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779422972239137' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107710605633210748</id><published>2004-02-18T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T04:09:31.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, I finally found the time to read AR's blog. She's cute.And I've just -finally- finished reading the MEQ. It's a very good book, but the only bad part is that it's a trilogy and it hasn't been totally finished yet.I really must try to complete all my unfinished stories that are floating around and then post them when they're done. And write a poem for Fenfen.For some reason I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107710605633210748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107710605633210748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107710605633210748' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107702495331141256</id><published>2004-02-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T05:37:47.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this adorable dragon today (not!) and it was so, well, for the lack of a better word, 'squee' inspiring. It was sort of curled up into a circle, and the head was the fierce chinese dragon type, but the body was small and really chibified.So cute!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702495331141256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702495331141256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702495331141256' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107702471441971081</id><published>2004-02-17T05:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T05:34:24.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some weird reason, I've been having silent conversations with the sun lately. Yah, it's odd, but I find it incredibly soothing.Eheh. The stress must be getting to me.&gt;_&lt; I think I'm going to take up permanent residence on the ceiling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702471441971081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702471441971081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702471441971081' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107702470717415285</id><published>2004-02-17T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T05:33:41.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some weird reason, I've been having silent conversations with the sun lately. Yah, it's odd, but I find it incredibly soothing.Eheh. &gt;_&lt; the stress must be getting to me.I think I'm going to take up permanent residence on the ceiling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702470717415285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107702470717415285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702470717415285' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107631533647473142</id><published>2004-02-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:31:21.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just had a conversation with my mum. Basically it was about that stupid virus of mine- the one I caught a fever from. After the fever I got ulcers all over my mouth and throat...ow. It's much better now, but anyway...Mum was saying that germs did not do so well in oxygenated blood, and I, as usual being very capable as a totally clueless twit asked her:" So what? Does that mean I have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107631533647473142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107631533647473142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107631533647473142' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107598426003462484</id><published>2004-02-05T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T04:36:27.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am never going to let Sh partner me for exams or any important stuff when it comes labwork. She is a proverbial walking disaster. Everything seems to go wrong. Poor SH. L2 told me (perfectly seriously) that when your eyebrow jumps somethig good will happen to you but when the skin under you eye does, something bad will.She wasn't joking and just didn't understand why I found that so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107598426003462484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107598426003462484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598426003462484' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107598351093603999</id><published>2004-02-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T04:21:57.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that whenever I'm in school or anywhere else but at the computer I'll think of wonderful things to blog about but when I get home I always can't remember? Then I 'll only remember what it is that I wanted to do when I am out again. How annoying.So, I had a overall good day today, but the two hours between recess and the Chem lab was awful. As is I didn't have enough things to stress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107598351093603999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107598351093603999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107598351093603999' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107581220710159915</id><published>2004-02-03T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T04:45:06.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just re-read my previous entry, and the sheer amount of typos is hilariously embarrassing. O.o Hilariously embarrassing? Erm. Well it is, kind of.Got sick. The flu on Saturday was apparently a prequel to a full-blown fever on Monday. Skipped school today, and will probably pontang tomorrow too.Had a very high temp...o_O scary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107581220710159915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107581220710159915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581220710159915' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107562523812901950</id><published>2004-02-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:48:55.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleah. I know that I should blog, but haven't felt like doing it for the past few days. By the way AR, I think that the poems were good. Very good. You're too critical of yourself. I bought Celtic Circle 2. Happyhappyhappy.Am currently reminding myself that I amd mad at my pareants and have made a resolution to not talk to them as much as possible. Must not talk to parents...O.oAm too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107562523812901950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107562523812901950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107562523812901950' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107467691195274884</id><published>2004-01-21T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:24:18.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember that SH did or said something funny in the Phys lab and I wanted to blog it. In fact I made a little mental note to myself to blog about SH being funny. And I did remember to blog about SH being funny. In fact this entire post is about SH being funny. Really! Like, Hahaha!It's really not my fault that I forgot what she did, is it?&gt;.&lt;  You can safely stop laughing now.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467691195274884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467691195274884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467691195274884' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107467640103608743</id><published>2004-01-21T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:14:47.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reunion dinner is in a few hours. Mum is cooking this year and we went shopping just so that we'd have enough cutlery for the guests. She spent ages agonizing over what kind of fork to buy. I was telling her to just get something that can be used for eating, who cares about the design? and she said that when I got my own house I'd want china that matched. I said that it was a waste of money- it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467640103608743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467640103608743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467640103608743' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107467591142651968</id><published>2004-01-21T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:06:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really have no idea what to blog now. I just read AR's and her posts are so interesting.*sniffle*Am feeling inadequate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467591142651968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107467591142651968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467591142651968' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107432966124342166</id><published>2004-01-17T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:55:44.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohh boy, is Ar going to be mad with me...0.o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432966124342166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432966124342166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432966124342166' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107432948202871815</id><published>2004-01-17T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:52:45.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not Fair!!!I wanna read Sandman V, and VI and VII and, and...WAAAAAH! AR, so mean, nyo.*snicker*Sorry, couldn't help myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432948202871815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432948202871815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432948202871815' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107432925650554033</id><published>2004-01-17T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:48:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mum is so funny. Just the other day the maid asked if she could cook this weird long white thing that was in a plastic bag. She wanted to put it in with the vegetables.Mum thought it was an overripe banana, so was understandably cautious, saying no, don't put it in with the vegetables, cook it separately.For dinner we had fishcake.It doesn't end there. The best part was when Dad said that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432925650554033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107432925650554033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432925650554033' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107399541875833285</id><published>2004-01-13T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T04:04:57.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked my grandfather about the Jap occupation during WWII. He told me that he was roughly ten or eleven at that time. His sisters all shaved their heads and dressed as boys. The eldest hid in the attic whenever anyone passed by their house...they were afraid that she would be raped by the soldiers.When he went to school he had to learn Japanese- he still remembers some phonetics- and students</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107399541875833285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107399541875833285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107399541875833285' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107399329479364781</id><published>2004-01-13T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T03:29:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yah. I know that Rilke is a guy, middle name and all. Sorry AR, stupid mistake. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107399329479364781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107399329479364781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107399329479364781' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107362696271525988</id><published>2004-01-08T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:43:57.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The clouds were lovely this morning. They were like seaspray...golden waves breaking on a lavender shore. Whimsy led me to believe that there were horses plunging in the foam, stirring the water into white froth, a melding of air and water into something new, special. So beautiful. Fantasical, and it is almost, almost enough to make one belive in magic, and look slant-wise for a passing fae. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107362696271525988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107362696271525988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362696271525988' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107362601139595298</id><published>2004-01-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:30:07.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. School has started now, really started, not those 'first few days' syndrome when everybody is running around like headless chickens in an attempt to find out what they are supposed to do. Our Eng 'cher has asked us to keep a journal, so I may (or may not- who knows?) post less often.I'll see.There's the O's this year, and my eights, and theory, Chinese and art by June/July, so I'll have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107362601139595298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107362601139595298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362601139595298' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107354156352365052</id><published>2004-01-07T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:02:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know which is more annoying- not being able to enter my blog or being unable to access blogs in general. Is it me or is it just blogger acting up again?Maybe I should change to freeopendiary or some other online journal.This is so frustrating.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107354156352365052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107354156352365052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107354156352365052' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107329745048188369</id><published>2004-01-05T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T02:13:25.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is an apology to all the stupid, brainless, and idiotic poeple out there that I insulted. I have to apologise.That crack was simply uncalled for. I will try not to do it again.I wonder if I have satisfied my obsessive-compulsive behaviour.Morons, if they want to be included, are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329745048188369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329745048188369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329745048188369' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107329679739056008</id><published>2004-01-05T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T02:07:23.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something interesting happened yesterday. There is this gray cat that has taken up residence aruound our block, and it was sleeping on the neighbour's chair/stool, which is actually a, erm, storage thingy- like a shoe cabinet or something- I dunno. Anyway, yeah, it was sleeping on that seat, which is a seat because everyone sits on it to put on their shoes and heck care that it's not meant to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329679739056008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329679739056008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329679739056008' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107329542723684872</id><published>2004-01-05T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T01:38:17.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok people, I'm officially back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329542723684872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107329542723684872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329542723684872' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107287933621372468</id><published>2003-12-31T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T06:05:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few days back, mum told me about this egret she saw in the food centre- you know, those knee-high white birds with long legs and long necks... basically a general long all over.Something like a stretched picture in photoshop.Anyway, this one was stalking a- of all things!- fishball. The silly bird didn't seem to get the fact that a fishball is not the same as a fish, so it was stalking it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107287933621372468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107287933621372468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107287933621372468' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107287847838986134</id><published>2003-12-31T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T05:49:04.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY!! Hi people, I'm in!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107287847838986134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107287847838986134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107287847838986134' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107251531369889995</id><published>2003-12-27T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T00:56:15.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I managed to get in again! For some strange reason or other I have been locked out of my account for the past few- according to AR- months. Heh. I didn't realise that it had been _that_ long.The fact that I'm able to get in might have something to do with the fact that I;m using my grandad's computer.You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal."And The Phoenix's cycle had reachedzenith, so he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107251531369889995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107251531369889995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251531369889995' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107157592341518900</id><published>2003-12-16T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T03:59:34.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realised that all the posts for the past week or so have just , well, disappeared! Blogger right now is driving me nuts. Not sure if this post will even appear.Humph.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157592341518900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157592341518900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107157592341518900' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107157561405510138</id><published>2003-12-16T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T03:54:24.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arrrgh! Testing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157561405510138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157561405510138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107157561405510138' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107157534613384298</id><published>2003-12-16T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T03:49:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be An Anime Character by mangacatgirlCharacter NameEyesGoldHairBlue MohawkFashion StyleSchool UniformAttitudeLovingRoleCyborgCreated with quill18's MemeGen!Blue mohawk?!!   O.o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157534613384298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107157534613384298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107157534613384298' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107035798989332112</id><published>2003-12-02T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T01:40:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember a few days back I was drawing on my bed and making good use of my eraser. Later that night I remember being very annoyed because the eraser droppings were all stuck to the bed.0.o  Eraser droppings?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107035798989332112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107035798989332112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107035798989332112' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107035786339129423</id><published>2003-12-02T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T01:38:20.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoops! Sorry, I somehow missed out on the first paragraph.Belle and Shell came over yesterday to watch the anime I taped for them--YnM. It isn't a bad show…basically about a bunch of dead guys who aren't exactly dead, since they wander around interfering with the lives of living people. They cry a lot and it's very emotional (read…sentimental crap) and apparently everybody is a borderline </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107035786339129423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107035786339129423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107035786339129423' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-107002440009703351</id><published>2003-11-28T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T05:00:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, all right, maybe that's a bit …harsh…but the protagonist is terribly wimpy and has more mood swings than a pregnant woman. But I have been assured that the manga is much less 'emotional' then the anime.Anyway, after that we were about to sleep when we found a pretty big cockroach in the kitchen.  (No, it wasn't pretty, but it was big.) So armed with fishnets and newspaper and bug spray (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107002440009703351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/107002440009703351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002440009703351' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106981729022128785</id><published>2003-11-25T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:28:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few days back I stayed over at Shell and Belle's place and left a drawing there. So they brought it over for me when they came over. Belle, being a nice person, rolled it up and hand carried it so that it wouldn't be crumpled and it was in pretty good shape when she passed it to me. I left it on my desk.Later, when I wanted to file it, it couldn't be found, so Belle and I shifted a whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106981729022128785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106981729022128785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106981729022128785' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106966304240747858</id><published>2003-11-24T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T00:37:51.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Both the books I bought recently deal with, to a greater or lesser extent, angels. Naturally, this sparked off my long-time obsession with wings once again. (Kushiel's Dart and Archangel. Both very good books by very good authors, or rather, authoresses, but I think I prefer Kushiel's Dart better because it is a more complex and involved story. Archangel is too waffy, and a bit too much like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106966304240747858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106966304240747858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106966304240747858' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106940549427734187</id><published>2003-11-21T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:05:20.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just ran shrieking and wailing through the house yelling bloody murder. And also, at the same time, laughing so hard I could barely walk straight. Okay, correction, I couldn't walk straight. All because my mum squished a mosquito on my neck and had nothing on hand to wipe it off. Actually I think it was because I have no one to 'crap' with now that the holidays are here, so that was a week's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940549427734187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940549427734187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940549427734187' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106940530396586391</id><published>2003-11-21T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T01:02:10.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last two days I was so sick…ugh. I never want to be sick again. I was sleeping for the entire past 48hrs.  Well, maybe the past 40hrs. Fever, flu, coughs, headache.I can't believe I slept that long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940530396586391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940530396586391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940530396586391' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106940476952028133</id><published>2003-11-21T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T00:53:16.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this on someone's webpage. 0.o Nice. Don't you think so? 0.o 0.o 0.o …0.o</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940476952028133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106940476952028133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106940476952028133' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106837381036408993</id><published>2003-11-09T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T02:33:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YES!! I FINALLY GOT THE TEMPLATE I WANTED!! ...Erm. I'm not really that hopeless, am I?Oh well...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106837381036408993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106837381036408993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106837381036408993' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106837349432574933</id><published>2003-11-09T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T02:24:52.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading a book on near death experiences--it really is quite convincing (of god). Upon reflection, I think that my opinion on religion is something like Stragen's "I'm an atheist, divinity."*Back to the book. The reason I'm writing this is because of one passage I find hilarious…'God is in each and every on of us, and the ability to perceive God is located in the right temporal lobe, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106837349432574933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106837349432574933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106837349432574933' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106800028376643557</id><published>2003-11-04T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:44:41.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A kiss blown is a kiss wasted; the only real kiss is a kiss tasted; kisses have germs and germs are hated; so kiss me, baby, I'm vaccinated!"-Corisu Li</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106800028376643557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106800028376643557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800028376643557' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106757615902984669</id><published>2003-10-30T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:55:58.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had to go to the doctor's today for a couple of scans, and I just came home with a nice big tremendous bruise. I have very small veins, you see, and the doctors had a lot of trouble finding them. And the plug is quite big, the end result being that  I received a record number of five jabs in a day. There was this incompetent doctor who shoved the needle in and poked it around…my wrist is slightly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106757615902984669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106757615902984669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106757615902984669' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106751816541082048</id><published>2003-10-30T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:49:15.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. I'm trying to change my template. With, I might add, not much sucess.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751816541082048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751816541082048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751816541082048' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106751748071719071</id><published>2003-10-30T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:37:51.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About Malaysia--Oh, and I forgot the monkeys. You have to duck the excrement. Seriously icky.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751748071719071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751748071719071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751748071719071' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106751721645132349</id><published>2003-10-30T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:33:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Of course she’s all right, you dufus! See, she’s breathing!”“That’s nothing,” said another voice. “My great-grandfather Newt was breathing too --- right before he died!!"Insert snicker here.  *snicker*'God, she was becoming more like Moody every day. Pretty soon she’d be looking for Voldemort in her trash cans. 'Extracts from someone's HP fanfic. It's funny. I mean, can you imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751721645132349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106751721645132349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751721645132349' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106734734810431778</id><published>2003-10-28T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T05:22:27.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just came home from Malaysia on Monday. It was a kind of a fun trip--everything was really cheap. The total expenses came down to a little over $400. Did a lot of things there, like jungle trekking, blah blah. Technically the trek was for us to appreciate nature, but as it was the rainy season the paths were nothing but mud so you had to watch your feet. So I must admit that the only bit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106734734810431778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106734734810431778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106734734810431778' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106681051535335375</id><published>2003-10-22T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:15:15.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone recently ranted about fanfiction.net to me. She was saying that it was, and I quote, 'damn unfair that the NC16 (or 17) category was removed ' because one of her stories was there and this caused it to be deleted. According to her, it was one of her best, so as you can see; she was --is still-- very annoyed about its removal.And so on and so forth.Personally I agree that it is not very</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106681051535335375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106681051535335375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106681051535335375' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5514312.post-106638575853547259</id><published>2003-10-17T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T03:15:58.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today at the AC my cousin, who is about three, saw a guard holding a rifle and exclaimed (very loudly) : "Mum, that's a terrorist!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106638575853547259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5514312/posts/default/106638575853547259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://real-illusions.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106638575853547259' title=''/><author><name>Aesc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04866849177996002274</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></entry></feed>
