<?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-2749442952858074064</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:36:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr3amzz</title><subtitle type='html'>A man who dreams... Big dreams....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-2470112798502996704</id><published>2010-03-17T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:00:16.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Sitting here in this room&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone is deep in slumber&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Something I have been battling with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this emptiness within me&lt;br /&gt;An emptiness only One can fill&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hesitate so much to reach out &lt;br /&gt;To the One who heals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit yearns to stop &lt;br /&gt;But my flesh pulls me back&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it difficult to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that I have &lt;br /&gt;Is above all the love in the world &lt;br /&gt;Yet I search for a love&lt;br /&gt;That will never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it has to be me?&lt;br /&gt;Most of me wants this to stop&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me wishes otherwise&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-2470112798502996704?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/2470112798502996704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=2470112798502996704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2470112798502996704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2470112798502996704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2010/03/empty_17.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-8319503626202231215</id><published>2010-03-17T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:00:15.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Sitting here in this room&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone is deep in slumber&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Something I have been battling with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this emptiness within me&lt;br /&gt;An emptiness only One can fill&lt;br /&gt;Yet I hesitate so much to reach out &lt;br /&gt;To the One who heals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spirit yearns to stop &lt;br /&gt;But my flesh pulls me back&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it difficult to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that I have &lt;br /&gt;Is above all the love in the world &lt;br /&gt;Yet I search for a love&lt;br /&gt;That will never last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it has to be me?&lt;br /&gt;Most of me wants this to stop&lt;br /&gt;But a part of me wishes otherwise&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-8319503626202231215?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/8319503626202231215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-3070312924949317712</id><published>2009-02-19T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:03:32.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unified</title><content type='html'>was feeling really uneasy all day yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;was looking for events to happen&lt;br /&gt;went to bed at 11 pm and slept till 2 am ... still nothing happened except some amazing dreams...&lt;br /&gt;funny, to me my dreams are always so real sometimes i feel that my dreams are my reality and these waking moments are in fact my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how can i support that when many times my dreams do not relate to each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i unify my dreams and my waking moments.&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are messages from my subconcious mind while i am resting my concious. Bringing out the messages i would have usually missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;and my concious mind puts these messages into actions or remedy the next waking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i unify my concious and my subconcious mind for my unified reality. making it whole. making it full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt in my dream that i was awake yet i know i was dreaming but i wasn't sure. then i looked out of my window in my dream to see two men shouting on the streets ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what do i do? i don't know what is real and what is not?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, i wake thinking. this is indeed a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then the next day, i woke up and read a text recieved during the night. my friend told me that he has thought of the name for his tuition centre which he has been wanting to open all this while. 'Unify'!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been searching for a suitable name for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it not then my subconcious mind's questioning answered in my concious world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that not a unification indeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish all religions, cultures, people be unified someday or perhaps that is a bit far fetched and idealistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, At least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may i then wish that every one's heart be unified one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unify... Be Unified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-3070312924949317712?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/3070312924949317712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=3070312924949317712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3070312924949317712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3070312924949317712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2009/02/unified.html' title='Unified'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6324113422842981054</id><published>2009-02-19T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:48:02.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the clock</title><content type='html'>tick tock tick tock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time is ticking away&lt;br /&gt;but what have i done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it matter,&lt;br /&gt;does it count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in what matter and in what ounce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock that makes us measure our worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i hadn't done enough?&lt;br /&gt;so what if i want to do more?&lt;br /&gt;if i weren't doing it NOW&lt;br /&gt;does it count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so count not what i had done&lt;br /&gt;or what i was to do&lt;br /&gt;but what i do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i live in the now beyond time beyond space&lt;br /&gt;yet amongst time and space, i create and fulfill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6324113422842981054?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6324113422842981054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6324113422842981054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6324113422842981054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6324113422842981054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2009/02/clock.html' title='the clock'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-3517446557167456341</id><published>2008-09-23T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:27:27.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cliche.</title><content type='html'>Life's a cliche.&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we took things for granted,&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing only we start to lose it.&lt;br /&gt;We may be sad, we may whine.&lt;br /&gt;We may do things we've never done before....&lt;br /&gt;But after these periods, we still have to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't stop for one individual.&lt;br /&gt;Time doesn't hasten for one individual.&lt;br /&gt;But to realise our mistakes and never to commit it again, its up to us individually.&lt;br /&gt;Currently working hard for my dream, whatever setbacks there will be, i only said "Lets try harder next time" GOGOGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life, this life we are leading. Is it really ours?&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, we derailed from what we want in life because of some simple comments. Comments like "you can't do this, this is not for you,etc"&lt;br /&gt;Think again, we are literally leading a life that others think we can. Limiting ourselves within their narrow vision, changing yourself because of someone.So maybe its time we start finding back what's our own purpose in life and that when we can say 'YES, this is my life story'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on, we remember all the times we had together ,and as our lives change come whatever, we will still be friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, leaving only trails of memories. Looking back in our life, we realise there are some things we could have done but didn't. When we are old, we DO NOT regret on the things we have done, but instead, we regret on thing that we DIDN't DO.&lt;br /&gt;So friends, look in our present life, maybe its time we untie our knots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-3517446557167456341?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/3517446557167456341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=3517446557167456341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3517446557167456341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3517446557167456341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/09/cliche.html' title='cliche.'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6042550576606981068</id><published>2008-09-14T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:21:15.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop, breathe.</title><content type='html'>running running running&lt;br /&gt;always running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong with running&lt;br /&gt;but we forget to appreciate the breathing&lt;br /&gt;that kept us running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breathe is what keep us alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running and moving help us to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't get lost in running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop. breathe&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the miracle that is not to be reached&lt;br /&gt;but that already exists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6042550576606981068?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6042550576606981068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6042550576606981068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6042550576606981068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6042550576606981068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/09/stop-breathe.html' title='stop, breathe.'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-1335461881115107356</id><published>2008-09-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:16:01.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>existence of the self</title><content type='html'>why do we have partners?&lt;br /&gt;why do we want a car?&lt;br /&gt;why do we want a big house?&lt;br /&gt;why do we wear expensive clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partners are the tool to the realisation of the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we have someone touching us &lt;br /&gt;we feel good.&lt;br /&gt;but more than feeling good we actually feel ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often have you stood infront of the mirror and think,&lt;br /&gt;'is this really me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to feel our existence&lt;br /&gt;we need to feel we are real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence we buy a car&lt;br /&gt;excuse being&lt;br /&gt;'i like it' but ever asked why you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or being i need it from point A to point B&lt;br /&gt;get a bus, take the public transport&lt;br /&gt;we need our own space&lt;br /&gt;our excuse is,&lt;br /&gt;'i hate public transport!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come on face it Patrick, it's an extension of you,&lt;br /&gt;of your freedom, your security, your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i admit it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to feel that we exist&lt;br /&gt;some have more need to do that than others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but realise that no matter how strong your extending fortress is,&lt;br /&gt;you are only YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so build on the inside for a real existence &lt;br /&gt;build within yourself the belief&lt;br /&gt;the strength&lt;br /&gt;the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face the existence of the self from the inside &lt;br /&gt;then all your extension on the outside will become real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the physical gets old&lt;br /&gt;the spiritual just grows...'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-1335461881115107356?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/1335461881115107356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=1335461881115107356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1335461881115107356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1335461881115107356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/09/existence-of-self.html' title='existence of the self'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-688838573988308546</id><published>2008-08-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:44:11.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fishing</title><content type='html'>how i come out with these titles&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but feeling very encouraged when i get comments from people i dun know&lt;br /&gt;encouraging me&lt;br /&gt;supporting me&lt;br /&gt;its a real blessing and encouragement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe fishing came from me thinking about fishing for praises&lt;br /&gt;fishing for encouragement&lt;br /&gt;support&lt;br /&gt;good wishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey dun we just sit and fish and pray for a good catch?&lt;br /&gt;well isn't the best part of fishing in the waiting and the chatting and the anticipation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the fishing dun fish for the fish, but for yourselves...&lt;br /&gt;the fish is only a bonus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-688838573988308546?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/688838573988308546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=688838573988308546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/688838573988308546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/688838573988308546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/08/fishing.html' title='fishing'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5010211897127867647</id><published>2008-08-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:27:02.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>water</title><content type='html'>emotions running through the fingers&lt;br /&gt;through the touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we feel with our fingers&lt;br /&gt;yet we tell someone to feel with the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fingers types the fingers plays the fingers feel&lt;br /&gt;yet we touch with the hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt life an irony&lt;br /&gt;words, irony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;with your fingers and your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we contradict what we say with how we feel&lt;br /&gt;is it to protect or to harm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we protect ourselves&lt;br /&gt;do we hurt others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we hurt others&lt;br /&gt;are we really protecting ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel with your heart&lt;br /&gt;touch with your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the truth is within that cannot be touched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running waters&lt;br /&gt;touch&lt;br /&gt;and feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-5010211897127867647?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/5010211897127867647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-7877721133802032179</id><published>2008-08-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:56:02.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue</title><content type='html'>blue&lt;br /&gt;the time for actions&lt;br /&gt;the time to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do if i havent got red&lt;br /&gt;the kundalini&lt;br /&gt;the life force within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actions seem weightless&lt;br /&gt;the world seems light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fire is burning&lt;br /&gt;but wherefore&lt;br /&gt;what of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep searching&lt;br /&gt;and found nothing&lt;br /&gt;but the haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i too slow?&lt;br /&gt;am i too stuborn?&lt;br /&gt;or simply too lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too distracted perhaps&lt;br /&gt;by the fanciful things around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to see&lt;br /&gt;trying to hear&lt;br /&gt;trying to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never listening to what is within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard but not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm the mind&lt;br /&gt;calm the soul&lt;br /&gt;perhaps someday&lt;br /&gt;i will learn to feel the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue blue i beseech you to move forward and red do come from within...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-7877721133802032179?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/7877721133802032179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=7877721133802032179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7877721133802032179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7877721133802032179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue.html' title='blue'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-747911449940762899</id><published>2008-05-16T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:36:39.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without me...</title><content type='html'>As far as i try not to assume&lt;br /&gt;but i feel&lt;br /&gt;and see&lt;br /&gt;day by day&lt;br /&gt;we're drifting away&lt;br /&gt;how u say&lt;br /&gt;dat i'm assuming&lt;br /&gt;but i think&lt;br /&gt;u realize you're avoiding&lt;br /&gt;how much i&lt;br /&gt;try&lt;br /&gt;and try&lt;br /&gt;to have you here&lt;br /&gt;but i think you&lt;br /&gt;gave enough hints&lt;br /&gt;that you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;i've become nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;real fine&lt;br /&gt;without me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-747911449940762899?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/747911449940762899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=747911449940762899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/747911449940762899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/747911449940762899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/05/without-me.html' title='Without me...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6035199103242851156</id><published>2008-03-18T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:45:29.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awaken</title><content type='html'>walking, sleeping, working &lt;br /&gt;all for a living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying still, waking, thinking&lt;br /&gt;all for a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living a life for a life worth living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is worthy for me may not be worthy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why lay your worth in what i do &lt;br /&gt;or let what i worth affect what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your worth be yours &lt;br /&gt;and mine be my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for then we all find our self worth &lt;br /&gt;which when put together &lt;br /&gt;becomes THE awakened worthiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one is never complete &lt;br /&gt;for all is never too if all is seperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awake awake &lt;br /&gt;for all our awakening is needed to fulfill THE worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be awaken when you read &lt;br /&gt;be awaken when you see&lt;br /&gt;be awaken when you hear&lt;br /&gt;be awaken when you speak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your speech then contribute to the other's worth and awakening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write in riddles &lt;br /&gt;i write in rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no meaning &lt;br /&gt;there is no find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is taken is in your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6035199103242851156?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6035199103242851156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6035199103242851156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6035199103242851156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6035199103242851156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/03/awaken.html' title='awaken'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-4209938233082048791</id><published>2008-02-24T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T06:05:19.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why god?...</title><content type='html'>why god?&lt;br /&gt;why do you always give me something so good and then take it away from me?&lt;br /&gt;do i not deserve goodness or do you not want me to see how the goodness would turn bad and i be even more disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;i question myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dun deserve it&lt;br /&gt;maybe they shouldnt have been presented to me at all&lt;br /&gt;is the the hard way for me to learn detachment?&lt;br /&gt;if attachment is such a suffering&lt;br /&gt;why make me feel?&lt;br /&gt;why give them to me and take them away from me?&lt;br /&gt;will there be one you ll allow me to keep and blossom with?&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday i will prove myself worthy of the one&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday you will answer me why...&lt;br /&gt;but with faith and trust i believe all you do is good&lt;br /&gt;and all is yet to come and yet to go&lt;br /&gt;all is already here&lt;br /&gt;and all is gone...&lt;br /&gt;is that why, god?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-4209938233082048791?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/4209938233082048791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-1327152051791402820</id><published>2008-01-28T02:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T02:40:49.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>others</title><content type='html'>many times when i have followed others&lt;br /&gt;when i have watched others&lt;br /&gt;but what do i want&lt;br /&gt;i am confused&lt;br /&gt;what do i want i am misleaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god greatness of the universe do guide me and show me wisdom with the purest of hearts&lt;br /&gt;so that i may find truth and not be distracted and guided by ego and physical pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times i looked and succumbed to the the flesh and listen to the bodily needs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is beauty and innocence so easily overlooked and taken advantage of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is sincerity and truthfuless so often abused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wickness of the heart is but the misleded&lt;br /&gt;of greed and want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of not having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of desertment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fear of unforgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we only realized that life is of abundance and practice faith and believe&lt;br /&gt;then we would have a blissful life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-1327152051791402820?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/1327152051791402820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=1327152051791402820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1327152051791402820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1327152051791402820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2008/01/others.html' title='others'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5078789661216613693</id><published>2007-10-10T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:02:18.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clouded mirror cracked windows</title><content type='html'>passion like fire&lt;br /&gt;love clouded by desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking through a cracked window&lt;br /&gt;into a clouded mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seems lifeless&lt;br /&gt;and heart beating without a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking to a life of sleeplessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleeding is less painful&lt;br /&gt;cutting through the heart with a razor blade and yet feel not pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i been numbed for a good reason&lt;br /&gt;or just too painful to register&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or simply too numb&lt;br /&gt;too numb to hate for all is filled with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps someday i will know the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now as the saying goes...&lt;br /&gt;time heals everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is...&lt;br /&gt;pain such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;and sadness filled with beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving while in pain is the ultimate test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why such profoundness in the late night hours&lt;br /&gt;or shall i call it the early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is a such a strange concept&lt;br /&gt;love even more so&lt;br /&gt;hatred exists not in the pain nor the in the heart&lt;br /&gt;just filled with love yet love being so beautiful is also painful&lt;br /&gt;but love is such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall i defend myself or shall i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i lonely or am i scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i just know the answer&lt;br /&gt;when i am with me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clouded mirror&lt;br /&gt;cracked windows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-5078789661216613693?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/5078789661216613693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5828496086795223718</id><published>2007-09-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:50:10.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>distorted messages</title><content type='html'>Been a long time, since i smelled this page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back home from somewhere yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;i had a distorted idea that life is but burdened by us wanting to be someone&lt;br /&gt;or to achieve something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing wrong with that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will get what we ask for... its just a matter of time and how they will arrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but things come with a reason and a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we ready to pay for the price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the reason we want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it spoke to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask for nothing and seek nothing for you have already everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me decide and give you what is best for you... what you are most ready for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you choose to decide i shall oblidge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will therefore not be answerable for your outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well said. point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would i know what is best for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hidden forces are always hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people always say they do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that is why they are called the hidden forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my conclusion is therefore ask for nothing and seek nothing&lt;br /&gt;but listen to the rythm of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pulsation in me leading me&lt;br /&gt;guiding me&lt;br /&gt;telling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aspire not&lt;br /&gt;but be inspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek not&lt;br /&gt;but be looked after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask not&lt;br /&gt;but to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the knowing is in you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLD YOU IT WAS RANDOM AND DISTORTED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... did it make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-5828496086795223718?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/5828496086795223718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=5828496086795223718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/5828496086795223718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;travelling with many to realise that we are after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why search so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why look so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not stop to see and realise we are not so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always searching, always looking, but shame, what a shame that we are seldom seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons we give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons are all we ever give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there need no giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is all for us to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-7712433750572100881?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/7712433750572100881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-2936721127509965826</id><published>2007-09-04T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T09:15:51.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos are coming and I am regretting why i didn't start revising earlier.. I really pray that i make through this year... Well today was a nice.. I was studying in the morning and went for GAP meeting... Its also known as the MI prayer group... Well we really had alot of fun.. Playing games and oh yeah i brought James, My drama dude.. I really feel so good to bring a friend today.. I dunno if he did enjoyed the whole meeting but i hope he did... "God Help James in in whatever he does and let him know that even if the whole walks out on him, you will always stand by his side... As how you proved to me that no one can be like you, show yourself to him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out after that and had alot fun... I got to know this dude from Germany and he is really nice guy but the sad part is, he has to go back to Germany this week.. If just i knew him a little earlier.. Anyway, i will be bringing him to HAW PAR VILLA.. I have never gone there before so yeah guess i will be learning something with him.. Ok i gotta go and sleep... I am like really tired... Take peeps, Love you all and Jesus loves you all too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-2936721127509965826?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/2936721127509965826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=2936721127509965826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2936721127509965826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2936721127509965826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/09/promos-are-coming-and-i-am-regretting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-8293549592951110827</id><published>2007-08-30T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:39:51.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile....</title><content type='html'>Today... I heard the news that my Friend passed away... He went up to his flat and jumped... I dunno why... I spoke to him last week for the first time... WE have always said or HI to each other but the first we sat down and talked some life issues.... I didn't know that he was facing such a terrible time.. I could have done something to help but i didn't... Sadly he is gone... He was such a joker.. Making stupid remarks making people laugh all the time... He had the courage to jump from a flat...Why didn't he have the courage to live on... ALSON.. You will be missed by alot of people... I can't accept the fact that you are gone... But you will live on in my heart forever... I will always remember that once, a dude named Alson made me laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE Humans are so precious.... So precious that we can't take pressure... It just needs one jump to end our life... we are so Fragile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-8293549592951110827?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/8293549592951110827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=8293549592951110827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8293549592951110827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8293549592951110827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/08/fragile.html' title='Fragile....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-592485828023409137</id><published>2007-08-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:24:30.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winner,The Dreamer</title><content type='html'>The loser is always part of the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner is always part of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser always has an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner always has a program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser says, "That is not my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner says, "Let me do it for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser sees a problem to every answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner sees an answer to every problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser sees a sand trop near every green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner sees a green near every sand trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loser says it may be possiblt but it is too difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner says it may be difficut but it is possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-592485828023409137?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/592485828023409137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=592485828023409137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/592485828023409137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/592485828023409137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/08/winnerthe-dreamer.html' title='The Winner,The Dreamer'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-1705308595914403707</id><published>2007-08-26T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:00:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a long time since i blogged normally.. Or maybe this is abnormall...AHHH whatever... Anyway alot happened this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arts Festival was really demanding... Staying back in school to rehearse everyday was practially madness.. But nevertheless it was fun.. My fellow actors was awesome.. Having alot of fun with them and gay moments...LOL..And finally when the day came... I gave it my best shot and man.. I was impressed with my self... I did pretty well.. I almost cried while acting the character that i played... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That madness is over and now time to mug for my promos... Seriously... I am dying... I have got so much to do yet so little time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-1705308595914403707?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/1705308595914403707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=1705308595914403707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1705308595914403707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/1705308595914403707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/08/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-9093553272150493791</id><published>2007-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:26:03.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-your guardian angel-</title><content type='html'>When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can’t replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’m stronger I’ve figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’ll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I’ll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you’re my, you’re my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I’m here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you’ll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I’ll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;div 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angel-'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5307663350011257528</id><published>2007-08-20T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:28:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an empty bird cage</title><content type='html'>a little heart beating so fast&lt;br /&gt;while a minute ago it was just as normal as any other day.&lt;br /&gt;the cat pounced on me&lt;br /&gt;and brought me down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;i was this little bird&lt;br /&gt;full of pride...&lt;br /&gt;proud&lt;br /&gt;of my ability to take flight&lt;br /&gt;of my ability to escape from those vicious paws and curious minds...&lt;br /&gt;but it was my carelessness&lt;br /&gt;that took my pride.&lt;br /&gt;i struggled through the attack&lt;br /&gt;she was like a block of skyscrapper ripping at me in all directions&lt;br /&gt;i struggled&lt;br /&gt;i failed&lt;br /&gt;i gave in to fate...&lt;br /&gt;but came a lady screaming and taking me away from my harm&lt;br /&gt;but it was too late&lt;br /&gt;my little heart has bled&lt;br /&gt;but yet not to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;for the last night of my very short life&lt;br /&gt;i sat in a luxurious cage she had&lt;br /&gt;yet he took me to another place&lt;br /&gt;i listened as the world goes by&lt;br /&gt;for the last time&lt;br /&gt;i slept and in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i struggled to stay awake till he came with a worm in his hand&lt;br /&gt;'good morning' i heard him say&lt;br /&gt;but before i could say 'goodbye',&lt;br /&gt;i choked on my last breath and went away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cage'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-4091366168819704328</id><published>2007-08-10T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:22:36.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why i learn to fly</title><content type='html'>when i fly&lt;br /&gt;i see not one in view&lt;br /&gt;when i dive&lt;br /&gt;i lose myself in view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i stop to look&lt;br /&gt;i see all things in view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they soar, they dive,&lt;br /&gt;they wonder why&lt;br /&gt;yet only i can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus i just stop to view&lt;br /&gt;and through viewing i then learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not how you move&lt;br /&gt;it's not what you see&lt;br /&gt;it's how you learn to&lt;br /&gt;move when you are still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how you soar&lt;br /&gt;and how you dive&lt;br /&gt;and how to understand&lt;br /&gt;your view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i sit to learn&lt;br /&gt;to view&lt;br /&gt;to understand the lessons&lt;br /&gt;in my view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i soar, i dive, i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;yet i am still sitting still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'llcome one day&lt;br /&gt;when i shall understand&lt;br /&gt;when i return&lt;br /&gt;to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall fly&lt;br /&gt;with wings opened wide&lt;br /&gt;yet understand&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;i shall soar&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;i shall dive&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;have i come to understand all things in view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fly'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6660286927118161614</id><published>2007-08-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:09:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>What is LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is my mom and my dad married for 26 years. Love is when I gave everything i've got without never asking anything in return. Love is when my dad hit the hell out of me trying to correct me. Love is a fact not fiction. Love is love. Love breaks all barriers. Love makes everything possible. My friends are my family. THAT is LOVE. Love is when grandpa and granny walk down the streets holding hands. Love is when a boy and a girl dress up and go out just to smell each other. Love is giving your french fries to that speical somone without wanting any of theirs. When that special someone calls your name, you know that your name is safe in their mouth, thats love. Love is walking into someone's life when everybody has walked out. Love is when u realise when there is no one to hold u tight, there is me. Love is when u make time for sacrifices. Love is what the world began with and what will bring the world to an end.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give all the love you have got, before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6660286927118161614?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6660286927118161614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6660286927118161614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6660286927118161614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RrfYgVK642I/AAAAAAAAAAs/k8b0iCIshnY/s200/LPIC0162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095779553343365986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see i do &lt;br /&gt;you see you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we imitate those who succeed&lt;br /&gt;and find it so hard to be where they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is because those who got there&lt;br /&gt;went there their own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we try and try &lt;br /&gt;but they just dared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so afraid to be our own leaders&lt;br /&gt;to make up our own mind&lt;br /&gt;to make our own decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence, we are followers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so much safer to follow&lt;br /&gt;and try to be where they were &lt;br /&gt;and when we dun get there&lt;br /&gt;we say, 'life's not fair!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the contrary,&lt;br /&gt;life is fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got there because they dared&lt;br /&gt;they got there because they created their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore be daring&lt;br /&gt;be brave&lt;br /&gt;be yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;create your own dream/s&lt;br /&gt;follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;listen to your little voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun just monkey see monkey do&lt;br /&gt;you get me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-1408119171710508886?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/1408119171710508886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=1408119171710508886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6582675543662630991</id><published>2007-08-06T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:28:17.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future...</title><content type='html'>future is always in the future&lt;br /&gt;if you worry about the future&lt;br /&gt;you have missed the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to forget that we live in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past..&lt;br /&gt;we have achieved&lt;br /&gt;we have failed&lt;br /&gt;we have recieved&lt;br /&gt;we have given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the future we might&lt;br /&gt;recieved, give, achieve, fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if we dun live in the NOW&lt;br /&gt;we are as good as dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as good as a thought till we are in the present future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we so often run ahead of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;that we never change up with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;hence never at the future&lt;br /&gt;always in fear of the uncertainty of the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we forget how we looked when we were twelve &lt;br /&gt;without the reminder of a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live the moment by the moment&lt;br /&gt;treasure each and every breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for without just one we discontinue our existence&lt;br /&gt;be thoughtful of our &lt;br /&gt;every move&lt;br /&gt;every word&lt;br /&gt;every thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send out your wishes &lt;br /&gt;believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your future come to you&lt;br /&gt;let the promise be fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;dun sabotage yourself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6582675543662630991?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-1290649604402297429</id><published>2007-08-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:37:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace from within</title><content type='html'>why do i always feel like i could be more interesting&lt;br /&gt;why is it that other people's lives always seem more interesting than ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because we believe that we dun deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dun deserve to be rich, to be healthy, to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do we look down on ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit here infront of the window looking out&lt;br /&gt;at the forest of high rise flats in singapore&lt;br /&gt;feeling caged in by the window grills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trapped&lt;br /&gt;i dun deserve to be free &lt;br /&gt;i dun deserve to think &lt;br /&gt;i dun deserve to speak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked up at the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve as all of us do&lt;br /&gt;what i have &lt;br /&gt;you have &lt;br /&gt;what i can attain&lt;br /&gt;you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;felt my skin grew into the air &lt;br /&gt;collided and merged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt the trees in me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt i deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-1290649604402297429?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/1290649604402297429/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-2320933255630257906</id><published>2007-08-02T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:28:10.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be 'your' rain...</title><content type='html'>The rain rain rain...&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to be the one who holds you&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to be the one your close to&lt;br /&gt;I want to be so much more&lt;br /&gt;The love that your living for&lt;br /&gt;The air you breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything that touches you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;Washes away the pain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sun that shines on you&lt;br /&gt;Warms your world each day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sky that holds the stars for you&lt;br /&gt;So you never lose your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that kisses your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough for me to be around you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything that surrounds you&lt;br /&gt;The sun to light up on your skin&lt;br /&gt;Each breath that your breathing in&lt;br /&gt;Or that you need&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be everything that touches you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;Washes away the painI wanna be the sun that shines on you&lt;br /&gt;Warms your world each day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sky that holds the stars for you&lt;br /&gt;So you never lose your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that kisses your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain&lt;br /&gt;And even in your sleep when your dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the only thing you see won't you be there in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain that falls on you&lt;br /&gt;Washes away the pain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sun that shines on you&lt;br /&gt;Warms your world each day&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the sky that holds the stars for you&lt;br /&gt;So you never lose your way&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the wind that kisses your face&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the rain I wanna be the... rain&lt;br /&gt;Rain... The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-2320933255630257906?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/2320933255630257906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=2320933255630257906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2320933255630257906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2320933255630257906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-it-make-you-think-why.html' title='I wanna be &apos;your&apos; rain...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6178153270538247604</id><published>2007-07-29T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T03:37:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking water</title><content type='html'>water flowing&lt;br /&gt;in the stream&lt;br /&gt;down the river&lt;br /&gt;to the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the sky&lt;br /&gt;came the vapour&lt;br /&gt;pouring down&lt;br /&gt;through its sleeves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circling of water&lt;br /&gt;seem so deemed&lt;br /&gt;but who decides&lt;br /&gt;and who to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where fore comes it&lt;br /&gt;where for goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking water or&lt;br /&gt;thinking soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6178153270538247604?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6178153270538247604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6178153270538247604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6178153270538247604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6178153270538247604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/thinking-water.html' title='thinking water'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5778067915283634298</id><published>2007-07-18T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:06:00.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just live it</title><content type='html'>many months in a strange land has taken me into empty unfamiliar situations&lt;br /&gt;life has taught me to stop thinking&lt;br /&gt;but just live it experience it and observe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did i always ponder about the future? worry about what it may bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future will always be the future&lt;br /&gt;the past is gone...&lt;br /&gt;so why did i always worry about the future and missing the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i planted the seed in the present and cared for it's growth with love and passion then the results will come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the results weren't what i thought it to be at least i have enjoyed my present life ... which is NOW... NOW... NOW... NOW... NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad to learn to just live life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-5778067915283634298?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/5778067915283634298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=5778067915283634298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/5778067915283634298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/5778067915283634298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-live-it.html' title='just live it'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-2049053797429829107</id><published>2007-07-18T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:19:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shadows</title><content type='html'>shadows cast upon a brick wall&lt;br /&gt;cast upon a tree&lt;br /&gt;cast upon a broken front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are but shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have no emotions&lt;br /&gt;no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like shadows,&lt;br /&gt;our past and future are but a projection within the time scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can get distorted on different surfaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are the key to the shadows and we have the choice to be where we want to cast it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so choose how you want to cast your shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no good or bad&lt;br /&gt;just a projection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful shadow or not lies in the heart of the beholder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-2049053797429829107?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/2049053797429829107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=2049053797429829107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2049053797429829107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2049053797429829107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/shadows_18.html' title='shadows'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6882107563249297868</id><published>2007-07-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:48:13.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irony</title><content type='html'>it has been a very rewarding yet a very upsetting day for me...&lt;br /&gt;how could it be right?&lt;br /&gt;what irony... yet irony exists for a good reason i have just realized today...&lt;br /&gt;it makes you see both sides of the story and thus making it full and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have learned about confidence.&lt;br /&gt;confidence is strength gained through practice...says he.&lt;br /&gt;yet faith is confidence before practice...&lt;br /&gt;it's the ultimate knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that whatever strength or knowledge you know or prossess&lt;br /&gt;it is meaningless if others are not there to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;there is only so much you can do for yourself&lt;br /&gt;and much more needs approval from others as of universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a universe has no reason for existence&lt;br /&gt;if it does not stand the test of human destruction&lt;br /&gt;for a greater understanding of it powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is thus not an arrogance but a test of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet knowing that you have no control of all yet you createall...&lt;br /&gt;that is the beauty of creation&lt;br /&gt;that is the beauty of faith&lt;br /&gt;that is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;that is irony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6882107563249297868?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6882107563249297868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6882107563249297868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6882107563249297868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6882107563249297868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/irony.html' title='irony'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-602002658672725788</id><published>2007-07-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:02:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does it make you think why?</title><content type='html'>doesn't it make you think why good things always come to an end?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you feel relieve that bad things have ended?&lt;br /&gt;isn't it better just not to feel?&lt;br /&gt;or is it better to feel everything?&lt;br /&gt;do we wanna get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;or do we wanna forget everything?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you think what is the best way to be?&lt;br /&gt;to experience life to its fullest?&lt;br /&gt;or to live it untouched?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you think why we exist?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you think why we are the way we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop. be still. feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...let the answer come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-602002658672725788?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/602002658672725788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=602002658672725788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/602002658672725788'/><link 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myself here not to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there ever enough times to remind myself its enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope i finally live it enough to know that enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-5192689893078937731?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/5192689893078937731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=5192689893078937731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/5192689893078937731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/5192689893078937731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_09.html' title='enough is enough'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-2917814810537801090</id><published>2007-07-09T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:28:58.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be like a child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;why is it that when we were kids&lt;br /&gt;knowing that it is too far to jump across&lt;br /&gt;too high to jump from yet&lt;br /&gt;we take the leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as we age&lt;br /&gt;we worry&lt;br /&gt;we worry if we are gonna hurt ourselves&lt;br /&gt;we worry that if we would succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isnt the thrill in the roller coaster ride and not the end of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just have to enjoy the ride while on it and not think back and see if it was a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many doors are opened to us&lt;br /&gt;yet we let them bypass&lt;br /&gt;fearing that the door might close behind us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if we don't enter&lt;br /&gt;how would we know if we were in the right door after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;at least we have experienced more of life&lt;br /&gt;making us wiser and it fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose to live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;hence i take what we call risks&lt;br /&gt;and children call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should let the child in us come out and conquer our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear or losing, fear of not attaining, fear of regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME... play with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-2917814810537801090?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/2917814810537801090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=2917814810537801090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2917814810537801090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/2917814810537801090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-like-child.html' title='be like a child?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-4756741022356446403</id><published>2007-07-08T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T04:07:44.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious moment</title><content type='html'>this moment or that?&lt;br /&gt;what is your most precious moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are always asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your most memorable moment?&lt;br /&gt;what is the funniest moment in your life?&lt;br /&gt;what is the saddest...&lt;br /&gt;what is the happiest...&lt;br /&gt;what is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about precious?&lt;br /&gt;what is the most precious moment in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me... this is. this is and this is....etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting distracted by what people have, what people expect and what people want, which in turn make make me want to have, make me expect, make me want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind racing ahead of me wanting and expecting...&lt;br /&gt;like a bondage from the material world.&lt;br /&gt;like a bondage from the darkened mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got what i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;i was not happy.&lt;br /&gt;but wanted more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sit and contemplate.&lt;br /&gt;i sit and listen.&lt;br /&gt;i sit and be.&lt;br /&gt;i. be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;or this (this...this...this...this...)&lt;br /&gt;precious moment have made me whole...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-4756741022356446403?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-135605069899336161</id><published>2007-07-06T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T08:57:30.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;the moon shines not of its own source&lt;br /&gt;but reflects relentlessly the brillance of the sun&lt;br /&gt;little did he know he is so admired for being him&lt;br /&gt;and the sun faithfully shares her with us by hiding behind the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a relationship between him and her&lt;br /&gt;that gives us the variety of day and night&lt;br /&gt;and of knowing and feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon reflects his rays&lt;br /&gt;showing his power and displaying her beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often we take advantage of their efforts&lt;br /&gt;and forget to reflect on its purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time you see the sun&lt;br /&gt;be gratified for she gives us life&lt;br /&gt;and the moon&lt;br /&gt;that he reminds us to reflect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-135605069899336161?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/135605069899336161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=135605069899336161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/135605069899336161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/135605069899336161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/reflection.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-5379088088639424948</id><published>2007-07-05T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:27:23.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/UQowXWp47Y/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/UQowXWp47Y/aus=false/" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  kiss me, out of the bearded barley&lt;br /&gt;nightly, beside the green green grass&lt;br /&gt;swing swing swing the spinning step&lt;br /&gt;you wear those shoes and I will wear that dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh kiss me, under the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;lead me out on the moonlit  floor&lt;br /&gt;lift your open hand, strike up the band,&lt;br /&gt;and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me, down by the broken treehouse&lt;br /&gt;swing me up on its hanging tire&lt;br /&gt;bring bring bring your flowered hat&lt;br /&gt;we'll take the trail marked down your father's map&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh kiss me, under the milky twilight&lt;br /&gt;lead me out on the moonlit floor&lt;br /&gt;lift your open hand, strike up the band,&lt;br /&gt;and make the fireflies dance&lt;br /&gt;silver moon's sparkling, so kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Me'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-4006075489640070454</id><published>2007-07-04T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:15:57.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journeying within</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;manys months have passed... many journeys taken.&lt;br /&gt;now i am back to my confused state.&lt;br /&gt;finding what i have forgotten or put away about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey is hard.&lt;br /&gt;the journey is complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from outside we go in to the within&lt;br /&gt;and from within we shine outwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind reflects my world and my world reflects my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why such theories are so easy to understand yet so difficult to practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my journey within started in 2005&lt;br /&gt;in a wayward direction&lt;br /&gt;why now it seems like it is going in many more ways?&lt;br /&gt;am i distracted? am i exploring my possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey within is a parallel to the journey outwards...&lt;br /&gt;does it then mean i am unsure of my mind? or unsure of my world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray i am moving in the desired direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to see when there is someone else involved and so lonely when there is not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i journey&lt;br /&gt;i journey&lt;br /&gt;i journey&lt;br /&gt;within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a journey within can only be journeyed alone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-4006075489640070454?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/4006075489640070454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=4006075489640070454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/4006075489640070454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/4006075489640070454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/journeying-within.html' title='journeying within'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-6384567632535000883</id><published>2007-07-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:10:45.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>less and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;less and more come together&lt;br /&gt;we realise that we learn less as we learn more&lt;br /&gt;less in comparison to the whole&lt;br /&gt;and the whole seems to get bigger and bigger&lt;br /&gt;and it now seems like an endless pit&lt;br /&gt;we keep trying to see the end&lt;br /&gt;but realized we cant&lt;br /&gt;we keep trying to trace the beginning&lt;br /&gt;but we can only guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;to learn less or to learn more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not what we learn&lt;br /&gt;its what we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowledge is never ending&lt;br /&gt;but wisdom puts an end to all things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-6384567632535000883?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/6384567632535000883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=6384567632535000883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6384567632535000883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/6384567632535000883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/less-and-more.html' title='less and more'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-3111818050219477871</id><published>2007-07-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:07:01.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Its me again... Oh my freaking goodness... Its more than a month since i even smelled this page... Anyway.... where can i begin from.... June Holidays should be the best way to start... Went for a overseas CIP trip to Cambodia.... AWESOME is the best word i can find in the dictionary... seriously.... although it is a country that needs serious development, I really enjoyed myself... Living Life in a village.... No lights, no air con, no computer... NOTHING... but there were millions of stars that lit up the whole sky... AWWW. That was the best part of the trip... Standing in the middle of a field, with three other people who really rock.... gazing at the stars under the moonlight... (SIGHS)... SIMPLY AWESOME....Oh ya not forgetting the best part... I ate Fried Crickets..... I know it sounds utterly disgusting but it tasted awesome...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RofIt_QbKAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0DiidGLSEiY/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RofIt_QbKAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0DiidGLSEiY/s200/DSC01688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082251396910884866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... Holding in my hands is the biggest cricket i have ever seen.. It tasted really good, though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole trip enriched me with a great experience... I learned how to live simply during those times.... Made quite alot of new friends who really touched me their friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt that though we have alot of things... we are never satisfied... They nothing much yet they are satisfied.. Best piece of advice i heard from someone, "&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" onclick="toggleShoutout();"&gt;In the Comfort Zone, there is no Growth.... and in the Growth Zone, There is no Comfort.&lt;/span&gt;" This was said by Reuben, the guy who gave up his comfort in Singapore who is now serving in Cambodia... SALUTES to him... Rock on Reuben...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot describe the experience i had... To jus say it in two words... Like  i always say... "SIMPLY AWESOME....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno when i am gonna come back here but till I do.... Impossible is nothing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-3111818050219477871?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/3111818050219477871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=3111818050219477871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3111818050219477871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3111818050219477871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RofIt_QbKAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0DiidGLSEiY/s72-c/DSC01688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-8791570169755944764</id><published>2007-05-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T05:01:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Long time never come to this page. Really busy nowadays... Super Busy in school and sometimes I feel it is my own fault that I am so busy. So active in many stuff. Hip Hop performance was a disaster today but i still had fun. Seriously.. Although I forgot my last step.. Arrgh.. But I still think I did well. Thanks to my all my co-dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like a coke of can. Alot of people are jus shaking me too much and I think I am like so gonna burst out any moment. I really put in a lot of effort but there were a few who didn;t appreciate it... Sad Story man. but no matter what happens, there is always my great sweet princess who never fail to cheer me up when i am down. Dunno what my life will be without her. Seriously, she is an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had a lot of things to buy and without my another guy friend, i dunno how i would have managed it. He was really good and seriously helped me out. Love ya bro, God bless. People have really been a blessing in my life. They really rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go now... Need to but alot of stuff for fund raising tomorrow... damn tired ah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-8791570169755944764?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/8791570169755944764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=8791570169755944764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8791570169755944764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8791570169755944764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-4846351021381577232</id><published>2007-04-25T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T06:52:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life!</title><content type='html'>School was kind of fun today... Oh actually it was more like madness... I have a drama performance this coming Friday and we had our first rehearsal like today. It was really madness... Was in school up to 6.45PM... and i wonder why it has to rain everyday... Sian ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of today was seeing my enlistment letter. I am suppose to report on 15th June 2007 for my full time national service.. I can't imagine myself doing NS so fast..LOL... CAn't got to school tmr.... Gotta settle my stuff A.S.A.P... Have to go to Immigration office also... To extend passport.. Gonna be a long day for me tmr man... GOtta rush back after all my tasks for lessons and DRama rehearsal.... CAn somebody accompany me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip hop group has finally gained some recognition by the whole school. everyone knows that a Hip Hop group exists in MI. How EXCITING? Nows that gonna be another burden but it is my PASSSION. FOund some real nice people who shares the same passion as ME. Thanks DUDEZzzz.. Although Life can get stressed out real badly, there are real nice people who makes these stress go away.. REally important what kind of people you mix around with. They can break you or make you... ANyway, talked too much already.. time to go now.. Life is not easy.. Learn how to Live it.... Ayte....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-4846351021381577232?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/4846351021381577232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=4846351021381577232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/4846351021381577232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/4846351021381577232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/live-life.html' title='Live Life!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-7950778862089164162</id><published>2007-04-24T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:46:21.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol.....</title><content type='html'>Tuesdays are the worst days in my opinion. School freaking ends at 6pm... Thats damn tiring.. I was seriously serioulsy stoning during GP lesson... gotta really buck up big time... ok time to sleep. Nitez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-7950778862089164162?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/7950778862089164162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=7950778862089164162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7950778862089164162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7950778862089164162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/lol.html' title='Lol.....'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-3156020526481029922</id><published>2007-04-23T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:07:01.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RizEb1ly4LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bop_rEDUoho/s1600-h/easter+sundae+8-4-07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RizEb1ly4LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bop_rEDUoho/s320/easter+sundae+8-4-07+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056632464151339186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.... This is me.... AFter church... Actually wanted to post it a long time ago.... This was on easter.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-3156020526481029922?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/3156020526481029922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=3156020526481029922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3156020526481029922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/3156020526481029922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3cG8keFxjdQ/RizEb1ly4LI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Bop_rEDUoho/s72-c/easter+sundae+8-4-07+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-7413500422042708118</id><published>2007-04-23T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:11:30.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better!</title><content type='html'>Quite a funny day i would say... Watching some earth week action in school.. wearing all kind of funny recycled material and walking around.....Hahas....was Quite a funny sight to see...Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class finally sat down together and discussed something after such a long time... Hopefully my class comes back together like how it was on the first month of school... SORRY if i did anything wrong to anyone... Jus felt saying this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOtta improve on my standing broad jump.... The teacher in charge of my class for PE today was horrible. She refused to explain to me what my mistake was. HOW SICK? Nvm.. Anyway got a long day tmr... Lots of subjects tmr... Gotta mentally prepare myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-7413500422042708118?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/7413500422042708118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=7413500422042708118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7413500422042708118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/7413500422042708118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-8768708476022648042</id><published>2007-04-22T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:56:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>Well, alot of things has happened during these few days. Good things and bad things. I realised that the class I am in is not as good as I thought. People i thought who were the best turned out to be the worst. I seriously thought that i could really relate well with those people but they are not what i expected them to be. Now i know why people say don't trust someone too much. It really hurts when they disappoint you. But the best part of these was i came to know what kind of true friends i have in class... People who care and rocks big time.. and oh yes... I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the best speaker award for a inter-class debate competition. A competition that i wasn't even selected for. I was rejected by my teacher coz she thought that I was too aggressive and wasn't able to emphasize my point clearly. At first, it felt real bad but i took it as constructive criticism. I made up my mind that i will improve and make it to the debate team next year....but some things happened and i got into the team like damn last minute....and i won the best speaker... Felt so good to shut some people's mouth and see the look on their pathetic faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst news that i couldn;t bear was when I heard that my church has closed down. Very depressing.. Couldn't do anything... couldn't study, sleep, eat. I have been there all my life but Life is like that.. Never know what you gonna get.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still must do assignment la.. Sian eh... MI life is becoming more and more demanding....... Any advice anyone.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-8768708476022648042?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/8768708476022648042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=8768708476022648042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8768708476022648042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8768708476022648042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2749442952858074064.post-8380311497524797270</id><published>2007-04-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T04:25:25.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Rocks..</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day blogging. I din know what blogging was all about.. how pathetic... Anyway... I am a dreamer who is full of dreams... and mind you... i dun just live in dream land but i work hard to make all my dreams come true.... Once.. I thought I'll never make it life... Actually thats what everyone said... so stupid of me to listen to them .... but since 01st January 2006... i learn something new... Don't care what people say.. Just do it... Dream Big, achieve big.... this is all for now.... Will be back with more info about me. Take care people. Love you all... God bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2749442952858074064-8380311497524797270?l=dr3am3er.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/feeds/8380311497524797270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2749442952858074064&amp;postID=8380311497524797270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8380311497524797270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2749442952858074064/posts/default/8380311497524797270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dr3am3er.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-rocks.html' title='Life Rocks..'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02057922449063852704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
