<?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-9258435</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:18:09.205+08:00</updated><category term='hari raya'/><category term='snapshots.'/><category term='a letter.'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Quote/Unquote'/><category term='funny things.'/><category term='musings'/><category term='songs and sound'/><category term='the crew'/><category term='poems'/><category term='07A05'/><title type='text'>deep beneath</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1541000045164392970</id><published>2009-06-16T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:36:26.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFT!</title><content type='html'>Blogger is pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come &lt;a href="http://eitraifusion.livejournal.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; instead. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1541000045164392970?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1541000045164392970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1541000045164392970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1541000045164392970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1541000045164392970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-travellers-wife.html' title='SHIFT!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-591112012543635155</id><published>2009-06-15T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:47:48.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight will be love.</title><content type='html'>I got a cheque today! Whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading 600+ malay articles and translating them was no easy feat kay. Considering the fact that I haven't had a malay lesson for 3 years, that's an AMAZING achievement. Read more malay articles in two days then i ever did in my 19 years of living. Buahahaha. I suck. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a java chip fix (yummm) with Melle and got my Sidney Poitier book, Measure of a Man at a discounted price from Borders. Friends with benefits much! HAHA. Love you woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dreading doing all this admin work for uni. Waste time and money. And they even want to make us travel all the way to the other side of the island just to send in a letter. &amp;amp;**^$%^#%^%&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should psycho myself to think happy thoughts. I'd have to make that trip every-bloody-day starting august. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the dinner with some of the A05 people was fun~ Didn't realise how much i miss eating with all of them like how we did during our breaks last time. Let's do it often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. GSS. Wait for me. My pay will come soon! Excite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I is tired. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-591112012543635155?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/591112012543635155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=591112012543635155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/591112012543635155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/591112012543635155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/06/tonight-will-be-love.html' title='Tonight will be love.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-506366013351805781</id><published>2009-05-28T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:27:35.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Wash your body, wash your hands too!</title><content type='html'>Mr Brown the funnyman listens to the Wonder Girls siaa! Hallyu wave is slowly taking over the world. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilarious parody of Wonder Girls' "Nobody" by mrbrown and gang, also their take on the latest swine flu pandemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put the MTV and their funny rendition together, and oh my, the dance moves just seem to work well with the new lyrics! - axis1019&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I have to travel all the way to Yishun today! AIPS is having a drama performance and i'm in-charge of make up. Yet again. This will be a change though, unlike having to do only 20 faces of nice girls it will be 40+ faces of little monsters. GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take pictures though. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. AND THEN I FOUND THIS.&lt;br /&gt;BABACHAN. Remember the days when you actually memorised this stupid thing?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OPsfAhXUSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OPsfAhXUSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rolls over*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-506366013351805781?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/506366013351805781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=506366013351805781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/506366013351805781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/506366013351805781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/wash-your-body-wash-your-hands-too.html' title='Wash your body, wash your hands too!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6756194772973322313</id><published>2009-05-20T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:36:41.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>For Pipot.</title><content type='html'>I came home and my dad showed me this video. HAHA. The girls face at the end was priceless. The Japanese are really wonky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjoxaoSXAYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjoxaoSXAYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The POWER of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIKE BELL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtv2_-2mHck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rtv2_-2mHck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ULTIMATE&lt;/span&gt; Japanese craziness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOODY INGENIOUS PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NqP6WpLfes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5NqP6WpLfes&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEHHH!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6756194772973322313?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6756194772973322313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6756194772973322313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6756194772973322313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6756194772973322313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-pipot.html' title='For Pipot.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8811257463277550992</id><published>2009-05-03T14:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:26:00.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>HOT STUFF!</title><content type='html'>I want to take this opportunity to say &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THANK YOU MUCH MUCH&lt;/span&gt; to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rara and Melle for the presents, mail and lunch! I'm going to read all the books ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, Bibs, Pritz and Bhavna for dinner yesterday. At the same time &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY TWINS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Prtiz and Bhavna were craaaazzzy! They tried the chili shots till they teared up. And Pritz still said that she can tahan the spicyness only that her stomach was a little queasy. Amazing man! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Shahila for the present too! It was very unexpected and the lunch with all the mentors was superrr funnehhh! ALPI POT POT!! If you are reading this, we seriously almost died yesterday because of Jannif. He a psycho driver. Get well soon woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all my students for the well wishers! Good luck for your mid year exams!^^ sucks, i know. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's birthday has been awesome yo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8811257463277550992?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8811257463277550992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8811257463277550992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8811257463277550992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8811257463277550992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-stuff.html' title='HOT STUFF!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1072947393327007804</id><published>2009-04-26T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:00:35.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Humming Urban Stereo, my new love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahaha...I told my students i'm turning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;today and they asked me, "You sure or not?!" THANKS AH! Haha...annoyingly lovely bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much to all who gave me their well wishes today&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an Indian lunch with the familee and desserts at Canele. It rhymes! The cakes at the patisserie were super rich! Melle, one day when you are good I bring you there. Heh. They have &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crepes with Nutella and nougat ice cream&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH! I also got accepted into NTU Linguistics and Multi-Lingual Studies!! Talk about a birthday present eh? Syukur Alhamdulillah... Congrats to Babs for getting into NTU Sociology! Seems like we'll probably be going to the same school together for 16 years then eh..heee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are still waiting, if I can get in with my lousy pok pok grades, of course you guys will get in man! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FIGHTING!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, let me share with you the CUTEST korean song that has been stuck in my head for the whole week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hawaiian Couple by Humming Urban Stereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I keep humming the tune everywhere...and the video is so cute! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29pMnxD7lAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29pMnxD7lAI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1072947393327007804?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1072947393327007804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1072947393327007804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1072947393327007804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1072947393327007804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/humming-urban-stereo-my-new-love.html' title='Humming Urban Stereo, my new love.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4725518433784385119</id><published>2009-04-25T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:00:15.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Hen with Armory</title><content type='html'>Work is starting to get more exciting and tiring at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech and Drama with primary school kids is so amusing. They are so cute when they do what they are instructed but can be difficult when they start getting all hyper and lose control of their minds. Like wriggling under tables and chairs, poking each other with their pencils and sweeping the floor when ever they feel like it. But they are so CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition is getting hectic cos the Mid Year exams are comingggg. DUN DUN DUN. My schedule is soo packed now I don't have much time to meet up with my girlfriends=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DATE ME SOON AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say job well done to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Shahilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr Sannip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for our efforts for this PD. i think our group is the best la. Haha...never knew mother hen could be so violent with bludgeons and water guns. We should have a celebratory dinner date again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today's bedok corner session was superrrr funnehhh!! Bitch fest has never been so comedic. Heeee...we're are so eeevil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4725518433784385119?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4725518433784385119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4725518433784385119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4725518433784385119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4725518433784385119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-hen-with-armory.html' title='Mother Hen with Armory'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8791264581648910047</id><published>2009-04-23T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:32:17.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>The Book of Love</title><content type='html'>HEY! Should catch up a bit with my life, no? Ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I'm busy with youth programmes for sec sch kids  and speech and drama class with primary one kids (adorable!). Oh and tuition too. Earning the moolah the free and easy way while still loving what I do. Oh yes. I managed to have a pri one kid have a crush on me. *freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from kuala lumpur after getting back from hong kong. Jeles? Ahaha. Kay. Stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was one big fat gastronomic experience. My family and I just went places to eat, And shop. And get massages. Pics are in facebook. Note that in every picture there is food. We are such pigs. NYEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. I want to share this vid to all. It's a cover of Peter Gabriel's The Book of Love. Love the song and their harmonization is just amazing. Whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlpJauF5EP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlpJauF5EP4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book of love is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;long and boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's full of charts and facts and figures, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And instructions for dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love it when you read to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You can read me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Some of it's just transcendental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Some of it's just really dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love it when you sing to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You can sing me anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And written very long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And seems we're all too young to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you it's lovely~~ Do try to listen to the original one though. Very touching&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8791264581648910047?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8791264581648910047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8791264581648910047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8791264581648910047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8791264581648910047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-of-love.html' title='The Book of Love'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5973202535321017655</id><published>2009-03-31T14:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:29:08.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>It's getting hot in here...</title><content type='html'>Yesm. Back from Hong Kong folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was nice and cooling and the shopping was crazy. Will post pics when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was shopping in H&amp;amp;M when I heard this cover of Nelly's song. Nice nice so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwuIIsDjgZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kwuIIsDjgZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5973202535321017655?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5973202535321017655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5973202535321017655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5973202535321017655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5973202535321017655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-getting-hot-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in here...'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4381477463087726643</id><published>2009-03-24T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:29:38.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>REMEMBER CHARLIE???</title><content type='html'>Prepare to be dumbfounded. Seriously. Be dumb. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed the first Charlie video, let's refresh our memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Shun the non believer! SHUUUUUUUUUUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4381477463087726643?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4381477463087726643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4381477463087726643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4381477463087726643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4381477463087726643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-charlie.html' title='REMEMBER CHARLIE???'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6676630764324701243</id><published>2009-02-25T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:00:45.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>OH SNAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Results are coming out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So looking forward to it. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*twiddles thumbs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MOBAB!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the hat much much!&lt;br /&gt;It's so great that you are back^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6676630764324701243?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6676630764324701243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6676630764324701243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6676630764324701243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6676630764324701243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-snap.html' title='OH SNAP!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1564293861190905355</id><published>2009-02-12T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:32:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel busy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you have to much times in your hands, you yearn to do something more proactive. Ironically, when you are too busy, you just want to do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to feel useful in my currently useless state. Of course, being paid for it is an added bonus and a grand incentive. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Boys Before Flowers is so excite!!!!! *melts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1564293861190905355?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1564293861190905355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1564293861190905355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1564293861190905355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1564293861190905355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/02/somehow.html' title='Somehow.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-9149294924296640374</id><published>2009-01-23T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:47:07.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron &amp; Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lovely, lovely, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s.a.f.n.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.a.f.n.aimini.net/play/?fid=nfASxx1SaHPkF8Evzs4P&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s.a.f.n.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.a.f.n.aimini.net/play/?fid=nfASxx1SaHPkF8Evzs4P&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big pill looming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm a fat house cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nursing my sore blunt tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pissing on magazine photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And clean blood of Christ mountain stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big pill stuck going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-9149294924296640374?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/9149294924296640374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=9149294924296640374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9149294924296640374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9149294924296640374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/01/flightless-bird-american-mouth-iron.html' title='Flightless Bird, American Mouth - Iron &amp; Wine'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4072456319848233254</id><published>2009-01-17T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:43:53.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pity.</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like sharing much lately.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its also cos i don't think i have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One important thing that i should keep in mind though is to not make promises you can't keep. Cos i know how the disappointment feels like. The pointless waiting for a highly likely unachievable expectation that is probably self-imposed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being let down sucks but being let down by something that is self-concieved is peobably the worst thing you can possibly do to yourself. Don't make yourself vulnerable to that kind of mental and emotional torture. Cos you would have no reason to share with others this pain that you inflict on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no room for pity since you don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesm. I should keep telling myself this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4072456319848233254?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4072456319848233254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4072456319848233254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4072456319848233254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4072456319848233254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2009/01/pity.html' title='pity.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2767975754660102794</id><published>2008-12-21T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:01:46.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Tuning in with the High Society</title><content type='html'>A great Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts off with reading the newspapers with the parents while listening to Jazz in the City.&lt;br /&gt;Glazed Belgian waffles after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;A walk at the windy park while listening to your favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See saws and swings!&lt;br /&gt;And then lepak at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a great Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2767975754660102794?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2767975754660102794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2767975754660102794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2767975754660102794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2767975754660102794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/12/tuning-in-with-high-society.html' title='Tuning in with the High Society'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4533252323548621826</id><published>2008-12-17T12:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:48:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>palapala</title><content type='html'>Back in Singapore and its wet wet wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling sick at the moment and weirdly i feel compelled to update. Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Lotsa and lotsa stuff has been happening and thankfully my time has been occupied most of the time. I went for the first Indian wedding in a temple with my sis straight after visiting my grandma after hari raya haji. It was pretty weird since we were wearing our kebayas. The only ones wearing kebayas among the sea of saris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride is super pretty! She looked like a Bollywood star..fyi the groom has a major in maths thus...ah. He's my sister's friend and i think he's going to be a teacher or something. The temple and saris were all colourful and they played those festive bhangra (?) music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi5IZZbKaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Qhezm85Ergg/s1600-h/kumar+%26+priya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi5IZZbKaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Qhezm85Ergg/s320/kumar+%26+priya.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280674116999522722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Congrats to Kumar and Priya&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their pelamin (seat decor thing, i only know the malay word for it ahah) is monumental!! It's gorgeous.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi4WqEqJGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4eMGcsZgpDY/s1600-h/CIMG0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi4WqEqJGI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4eMGcsZgpDY/s320/CIMG0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280673262482367586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was the makan session with indian food and handsome shy guys giving out drinks. AHAH. Kay. The desert was nice, they had ice cream..yumm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi6GF1wPBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5-5oKmt4qNM/s1600-h/CIMG0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi6GF1wPBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5-5oKmt4qNM/s320/CIMG0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280675176901524498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oorighh...hope you guys are having fun. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi8aHv7fuI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZyMUSqZ_NDM/s1600-h/CIMG0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi8aHv7fuI/AAAAAAAAARE/ZyMUSqZ_NDM/s200/CIMG0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280677720034606818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s I'm sorry to the volunteers today for not being able to be there :( FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4533252323548621826?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4533252323548621826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4533252323548621826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4533252323548621826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4533252323548621826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/12/palapala.html' title='palapala'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SUi5IZZbKaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Qhezm85Ergg/s72-c/kumar+%26+priya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1307249081682529201</id><published>2008-11-25T13:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:20:23.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07A05'/><title type='text'>We Could Be Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you said jump! I'd say how high? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you said run! I would run and fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should the moment pass us by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you ask once Ill tell you twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ill ignore the worlds advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we could be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Debbie Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wohoo! I'll be leaving tmr. One last moment to spend the time with friends. I swear you're going to miss me. Ahahah...geez. Kay kay...5 pm date. Excite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i wonder what it's like to have a pet shark. awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1307249081682529201?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1307249081682529201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1307249081682529201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1307249081682529201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1307249081682529201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-for-moment.html' title='We Could Be Together'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1447040107546125028</id><published>2008-11-23T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:12:03.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coiffure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cut my hair! Its shorter!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more long, heavy mane.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to curl but then the hairdresser said i'd have to take 20 minutes to set it nicely every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on the 26th so Babs and Bibs, don't forget to set a date for our date! Wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for Poe-tato! Blahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay...see you when i see you=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1447040107546125028?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1447040107546125028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1447040107546125028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1447040107546125028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1447040107546125028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/11/coiffure.html' title='Coiffure'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8786475704471860626</id><published>2008-11-19T21:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:01:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like to move it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to watch Madagascar 2 with Chang and Melle after lunching with Ding Dong just now! Funneh! It reminded me of Lion King a bit but the penguins were cool. We were surrounded by little kids in the theater though...and Melle slept! See lah, stay up late to watch taiwanese dramas somemore... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melman and Gloria is the cutest albeit oddest couple ever.&lt;br /&gt;If i have a boyfriend, i want one like the giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;So sweet! Dorky but still so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;But a tad too tall? Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was a good laugh. Guess what we did after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Brave New World.&lt;br /&gt;Urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for lit to be over.&lt;br /&gt;LIBERATION!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8786475704471860626?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8786475704471860626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8786475704471860626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8786475704471860626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8786475704471860626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-to-move-it.html' title='i like to move it!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2722313169516700131</id><published>2008-11-14T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:36:09.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the damn long hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Well, the A's did take over my life for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge has been such a bitch this year.&lt;br /&gt;The probability of me entering uni now is slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs paper is a GONER. Kaput! Vamoosh!&lt;br /&gt;Maths was one of the hardest maths papers i've ever taken in jc.&lt;br /&gt;History, can forget about my A or B.&lt;br /&gt;Lit is still pending since i'd have to wait for eleven days till the next paper. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i guess there's nothing much that i can do about the results since what's done is done. Now i'm just going to spend and treasure my quality time with my classmates and friends before i leave Singapore after my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE MUST MISS ME KAY! ahah..not shy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat BK after history paper with rara, melle, jane-t, chang and nic yesterday. Had a good laugh after so long and i still managed to embarrass myself. Then after rara and melle left, Jane, myself and the guys walked all the way to Pasir Ris Park and made one big round. There was so many seconday school ppl having bbqs and chalets outings! Soon, soon we will be just as liberated! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little weird waking up this morning and realising that i didn't have to bury myself among heaps of notes. Madagascar outing after lit lecture soon. EXCITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Dah.&lt;br /&gt;I want cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2722313169516700131?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2722313169516700131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2722313169516700131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2722313169516700131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2722313169516700131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-damn-long-hiatus.html' title='Back from the damn long hiatus.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1267640935000343080</id><published>2008-10-11T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:41:48.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07A05'/><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;They are the important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that my jc life is about to end is such a bittersweet feeling. I'd have to say, these past two years has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. I've been taught many things about life, created great and strong friendships, broken some and realise the true meaning of trust and other-centredness. I've come to make sense of my personal flaws and have been trying to improve myself (i hope). Even if the a's only manage to drive me close to insanity, the journey has been memorable and filled with laughter, tears, and much lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will truly miss 07A05. They've been integral in my life for the past two years. The ups and downs, we've been through it all.  Ms Tan made us write little notes for each other during our last cme lesson. Even on a small post-it, the little words from everyone made me feel significant and appreciated. Especially those from the people who i'm not really close to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we will study hard together and get our asses in uni!!!!!!!!!!! Must must! Yesm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SPCeuGe_GVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0zYE9154lFg/s1600-h/gg_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SPCeuGe_GVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0zYE9154lFg/s400/gg_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255875279993117010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So weird. We look like we're waving to Fabian's spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1267640935000343080?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1267640935000343080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1267640935000343080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1267640935000343080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1267640935000343080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SPCeuGe_GVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0zYE9154lFg/s72-c/gg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8012256174751450345</id><published>2008-09-30T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:00:19.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari raya'/><title type='text'>yay yay besok hari raya!</title><content type='html'>My body is seriously not cooperating in feeling the yayness of the whole festivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY must i have super cramps from hell today?!?!?!?! &amp;amp;*^*$%$&amp;amp;^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i'm quite happy that fasting month is over. Now i can stuff my face when i study in the day. Ahaha..i am so...blahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will regain back the weight i have lost so that my uniform won't feel so huge and airy. I MUST!!!! Bibs said i've become more bony =( With all the stress and studying, my weight loss this year have beat all my past records leh!! FEED ME PEOPLE! I will eat more ketupat and rendang yummm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the sad thing is the fact that i have a history test on thurs and econs test on sat. How to enjoy myself like that?! Urghh..but i guess it's expectedd seeing that the A's is only about a month away *chills*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Kalau ada salah-silap atau terkasar bahasa, ampun maaf dipohonkan. Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kkz, time to stay up till 4 AM to compensate for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Where's my face mask?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8012256174751450345?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8012256174751450345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8012256174751450345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8012256174751450345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8012256174751450345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-yay-besok-hari-raya.html' title='yay yay besok hari raya!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8420309463314355014</id><published>2008-09-20T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:48:06.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>Ninja Cat</title><content type='html'>Watch watch! This cat is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="412" height="322"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.30" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=9746138&amp;vid=3510825&amp;lang=en-gb&amp;intl=sg&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video05/3510825_rnd334ba01f_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="412" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=9746138&amp;vid=3510825&amp;lang=en-gb&amp;intl=sg&amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/us/sch/cn/video05/3510825_rnd334ba01f_19.jpg&amp;embed=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8420309463314355014?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8420309463314355014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8420309463314355014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8420309463314355014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8420309463314355014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/ninja-cat.html' title='Ninja Cat'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8860624414842393707</id><published>2008-09-12T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:59:53.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>If we could be together, for awhile.</title><content type='html'>As i was walking back home today,&lt;br /&gt;I saw two cats under the void deck sitting across each other, face to face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were taking turns mewing. SO COOL RIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8860624414842393707?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8860624414842393707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8860624414842393707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8860624414842393707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8860624414842393707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-we-could-be-together-for-awhile.html' title='If we could be together, for awhile.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4736389513610459597</id><published>2008-09-11T23:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:30:51.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer says "NO".</title><content type='html'>I got my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt; in two years today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yesh&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; amazing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gahaha&lt;/span&gt;. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I turned into a sleeping monster while suffering from fever, a throbbing headache and blocked nose. Apparently the doctor said that if your sinus passage is blocked, it will induce pressure on the brain thus giving you really bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt;. Her explanations reminded me of my bio lessons in sec sch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahah&lt;/span&gt;. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stethoscopes&lt;/span&gt; and thermometers are cool gadgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a horrible nightmare, though it was during the day...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;daymare&lt;/span&gt;??? Anyways, the point is, it was horrible. All the drama that happened this year was playing in my sick, literally not figuratively, head like some soppy film fest that refused to end. Started with that moronic-insensitive-blockhead that migrated to another country without saying a word, followed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Machiavelli-&lt;/span&gt; reincarnate episode, and ended with me being chased by some scary looking bird at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jurong&lt;/span&gt; bird park. LIKE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?! Can my dreams get any weirder!!! I haven't been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jurong&lt;/span&gt; bird park for over a decade. And to be chased by a bird?! Oh. The bird wasn't flying though. It waddled. But it wasn't a penguin and it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and taller than me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; its a bloody monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. The fever fried my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for medication.&lt;br /&gt;Although being chased by a bird/monster/mutant was just way too bizzare,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling a little &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick. It makes me think funny. No good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4736389513610459597?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4736389513610459597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4736389513610459597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4736389513610459597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4736389513610459597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/computer-says-no.html' title='The computer says &quot;NO&quot;.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4332780436564540491</id><published>2008-09-08T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:20:58.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DYSTERIA - disturbed and downright hysterical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prelims results are shitty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super shitty x100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst exam results in my 2 years of JC life.&lt;br /&gt;And it had to be the prelims.&lt;br /&gt;The first time EVER i freaking FAILED my GP paper. (like wtf?!!)&lt;br /&gt;My grades for my two best subjects dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Econs is still  a beautiful U grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND THE A'S IS IN 7 WEEKS.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW BLOODY AMAZING MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urggh, i feel like curling up and eat chocolates. So i bought chocolates today to eat after i break my fast to drown my sorrows. But did i eat them? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...cos my dad and bro passed my their runny nose and sore throat virus to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even Cadbury can't save me. &amp;amp;^*^%^%$%#@$%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But i'm not giving up though. I mean i know that if i were to get shit grades, prelims would be the best time cos i'm only more resolved to work harder. Gotta start cracking! crack crack. Omg, I think i'm so funny. Anyways, thanks guys for the encouragement and effort to make me smile by insulting my height again (nyeh!). And yes, we will work harder together!!! MUG MUG MUG. So easy to say, so hard to do..but we'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you must falter, be wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s. i'm starting to worry over my weight loss. i thought my uniform was supremely huge today. shit. i'm drowning in my school uniform. what an imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4332780436564540491?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4332780436564540491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4332780436564540491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4332780436564540491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4332780436564540491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/09/dysteria.html' title='DYSTERIA - disturbed and downright hysterical'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1273484905777103267</id><published>2008-08-31T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:05:08.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote/Unquote'/><title type='text'>Quote/Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No dream is foolish, though some are not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;A few dreams come true quite by accident, while others happen only if you make them so or perhaps get help along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, keep on dreaming your dreams and work towards those ends, and one day, mayhap, some of those dreams will be realised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Liaze, Once Upon An Autumn Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. Happy 18th Birthday Melle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1273484905777103267?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1273484905777103267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1273484905777103267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1273484905777103267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1273484905777103267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/08/quoteunquote.html' title='Quote/Unquote'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5304263166114644127</id><published>2008-08-16T20:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:47:17.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a walking zombie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRELIMS IN 2 DAYSSSSSSSS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so wth am i doing online?!?!?! heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i need a break from econs and all that shit. so i find solace in the world wide web. let's see, so many things happened ever since the last time i posted anything. I don't know what to talk about except grief about my pathetic state and my worsening panda eyes so i'll shut up. So pictures will do, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Presenting 07A05! Kudos to my lovely babs for taking time to tolerate our nonsense to take our equivalently lovely pictures. Love you woman. Our date how ah? Heee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235100847228122450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 341px; height: 227px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbQe9pg9VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zzg6z5ZkB6I/s320/07A05+class+pic+2008.jpg" border="0" height="218" width="323" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Class picture 2008 - minus Fathimatu, Eliza, Angela and Chai Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Compare it to last year's picture. Look at how much we've changed!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235105184200497106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 337px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbUbaITl9I/AAAAAAAAAMI/bCLqUNui5YU/s320/07A05+class+pic+07.jpg" border="0" height="206" width="326" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys - the silent trumpet boy, mean and black boy, (cheap..jk!) sloman boy, "i will steal you food and touch your nose" boy, the..er..alien, and clever comment but horrible humour old man. the people who find much joy in tormenting me every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235107166763054018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbWOzwDc8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1adpawXdIxE/s320/A05+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This time round with Chai Ling who rushed after her Chinese Paper!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235109307955555426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbYLcUILGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/cpoLFoZM6XU/s320/07A05+pic+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;National Day Celebrations on 080808! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235110150759462626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbY8gAPNuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zKDjbcvjbW8/s320/national+day%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmaties! It's kind of sad that our days together are numbered. Everyone must miss me kay! Ahah, not shy siaa. Anyways, my family had the photoshoot for the family portrait earlier this month. Tadaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235112660761969314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 212px; height: 303px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbbOmfeAqI/AAAAAAAAAMo/95uQr6E0YoE/s320/CCF00822008_00003_Family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok. End of Post. Back to studying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i'm going to eat my cheeesee cake!!! Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5304263166114644127?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5304263166114644127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5304263166114644127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5304263166114644127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5304263166114644127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-walking-zombie.html' title='i&apos;m a walking zombie.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SKbQe9pg9VI/AAAAAAAAAMA/zzg6z5ZkB6I/s72-c/07A05+class+pic+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-114461899772386352</id><published>2008-07-25T16:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:20:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blow wind blow.</title><content type='html'>the weather is effing cold these days. it's nice but not helping me concentrate in studying cos i feel the urge to sleeeeeep! no good yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test test. tmr is the econs test. shite. then next week is history test. grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, road run was on wed. it was ok other than the bit where i had to run 3 km in the freaking rain and the fact that half of the girls from my class pon =( Good job to the guys and Angela for doing really well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DARYL, I STILL HAVE A SCORE TO SETTLE WITH YOU. you pig. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i accompanied Fathimatu in her 2.4km test agian today. She finally passed! Good job girl! Then it dawned to me that i ran 5.6km in 3 days. O.O My thighs hurt like hell but think of the muscles!! Positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp lesson was super funny. Constant suaning of Wei Chang who unfortunately was absent to defend his intellegence and Babs breaking into a series of songs (as per always) to give the class a direct definiton of what "tacit" is. Clue: You say it best, when you say nothing at all~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, probably seeing coffee bean guy again tmr. ahahaha. not shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkz, need to study E-C-O-N-S.&lt;br /&gt;the most exciting subject in the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;i should keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i need to scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRELIMS IN 3 WEEKS HONEYBUNCH.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;excite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-114461899772386352?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/114461899772386352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=114461899772386352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/114461899772386352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/114461899772386352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/07/blow-wind-blow.html' title='blow wind blow.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3573934467146064411</id><published>2008-07-17T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:53:03.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the rebel in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so little time, so much to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet, i don't seem to be doing much. worrisome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need need need to buck up. stop doing things that don't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;these days, i realise things that i don't normally am required to do have been falling into my lap. there seems to be a role reversal somehow. i wonder if this is really what i need right now. why must someone else's change in perception of another have to affect me of all people. and i have no power nor right to refuse. sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's ok! have to take things in my stride. it's for the benefit of others. have to keep telling myself that, or i'd start wallowing in self pity again. no can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is it. the prelims is so close. it's either study or die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what the fuck have &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; been doing lately?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a lovely reminder from mr mcavoy (hot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3573934467146064411?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3573934467146064411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3573934467146064411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3573934467146064411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3573934467146064411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/07/rebel-in-me.html' title='the rebel in me.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8260130373845756499</id><published>2008-07-09T22:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:15:47.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Big Blue Mountain Burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to both my siblings!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SHTPgV4lUtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6-yTnwzIwjU/s1600-h/RSCN0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221026022566482642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SHTPgV4lUtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6-yTnwzIwjU/s320/RSCN0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is 23 while my younger bro is 16. Unbelievable but true. After my mom, they are the next two wonkiest people in my life. It's in the genes. HAHA. Righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our favourite song of the month. All My Only Dreams by The Wonders. Super lovely. Can you imagine someone serenading to you this song. I'd swoon if swooning is actually possible. Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/WDOgColqiZ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/WDOgColqiZ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every night I pray, I'll have you here someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If I could only have one wish you'd be the girl whose lips I'd kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All my only dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If I could have just one request, stay with me girl I confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All my only dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Any waking hour it seems, I only have you in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So every night I pray, I'll have you here one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If I could have just one request, stay with me girl I confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;All my only dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Really thankful that my group managed to complete most of the gp presentation already. Not bad right Suharara! You'll present it with us next week=) Good job to the DZ, Nic and Chang. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance today. My bruise is back. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is a new day. Gotta make full use of it.&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIX WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;. How exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8260130373845756499?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8260130373845756499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8260130373845756499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8260130373845756499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8260130373845756499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-blue-mountain-burger.html' title='Big Blue Mountain Burger'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SHTPgV4lUtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6-yTnwzIwjU/s72-c/RSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3234399297163331949</id><published>2008-07-08T20:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:40:54.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a letter.'/><title type='text'>Back in Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. I admit. I was just plain lazy to post anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling where you simply can't form what you are thinking into coherent words? That's been happening a lot to me lately. Anyway, there's just too many painful things to recollect and say that it takes up too much of my energy. And studying is already sapping up too much of whatever energy that i have left in me. Grr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I'll say regarding this particularly messy matter is that as the weeks pass, the pain of betrayal starts to recede. Honestly, there is no hatred. No anger. None. But one thing for sure is the sense of disappointment. Your ability to totally dismiss the fact that something is wrong while the whole class already knows about it is downright unacceptable. I believe in my stand that i was nothing but nice to you, even on that day. I may have raised my voice and for that, I am sorry for not being able to contain my frustration. At that point, it was just too much to handle. For someone who was there when i had one of the worst "fight" with a friend, you've seen the real me. The childish, unfeeling and disgustingly unreasonable me of the past. I vowed to myself never to do anything of that sort again. But of all people, you ALMOST made me lose it. I don't know if you'll ever read this, but all i can say is that i am willing to put everything pass us. Even so, how am i to forgive someone who does not even want to be forgiven. Where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the two years of my jc life, i have cried so hard only twice. And both times, it had to do with you. One thing that you have taught me is that I have a weakness. And it's the fact that i give my trust away too easily. Apparently even a decade long of friendship doesn't guarantee an honest friend. Yes. You've managed to make a fool out of me successfully. But it seems like you had no clear purpose in doing so. If there's ever a day when you are finally enlightened about your motivations, please do tell me cos I'd really like to know why you would discard our friendship just like that. I think you owe a lot of people an explanation. It's now just a test of your bravery to stand up for your wrong doings. If you were brave enough to stare at me straight in the eye that day, your feigning ignorance is just a pathetic excuse of your cowardice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. Stand up and speak up. Face the music with grace and dignity. At least prove to me that there is still a part of you that i thought i knew and has never change. Don't give me all this shit. Don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3234399297163331949?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3234399297163331949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3234399297163331949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3234399297163331949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3234399297163331949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4256188738996626346</id><published>2008-06-29T22:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:04:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To catch a falling star.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I'm so sick and tired of essaaaaaaaaaaaaays!!!!!!!!! 3 lit essays is equivalent to an academic suicide. I haven't even read up for the econs test tmr. Deep shitzzz. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Yes. That's my death cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. I had to let some steam out before i explode. I think staring at my laptop all day, trying to finish up as much crap as possible is affecting my eye sight. My astigmatism has probably worsened. Dangg. Should start eating more carrots or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyu, the cat under my block, followed me home yesterday. Quite scary at first but i think it was really frightened or something since it was breathing so fast. I sat down with it for a while since i can't possible let the cat follow me into the elevator. Now, I have upgraded from talking to birds to talking to cats already. I am now certified as crazy animal-talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tmr will be a new day. I hope it will be a day for change. Revelations? Acknowledgment? I don't know. All I can say is that I hope tmr will produce a positive turning point rather than a sinister one. It's your call. There is only so much a person can take. Even the calmest of waters will tremble when pricked. Much as I wish to be, I am no Dalai Lama. Even though I can't wait for tmr to come, I have to admit that I am super really scared of its outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;And mind you, I'm not referring to my econs test. That's probably a gone case already. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt; HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY JANE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4256188738996626346?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4256188738996626346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4256188738996626346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4256188738996626346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4256188738996626346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-catch-falling-star.html' title='To catch a falling star.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-541750793147996124</id><published>2008-06-28T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:05:52.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Swallowed in The Sea</title><content type='html'>A fetish for Coldplay. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oogso0FtISw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oogso0FtISw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="405" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-541750793147996124?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/541750793147996124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=541750793147996124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/541750793147996124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/541750793147996124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/swallowed-in-sea.html' title='Swallowed in The Sea'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5938705752864089569</id><published>2008-06-28T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:37:52.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07A05'/><title type='text'>Just beat it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Had a nice Friday night outing. Went to watch an outdoor screening of those classic black and white movies outside the National Musuem, Under the Banyan Tree. My whole family ended up being there. Surprisingly, the turnout was really good! A good end to one hella crazy week. And listening to Michael Jackson's hits in the cars while cruising in the city was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the june babies birthday celebrations! Snagged pics from Melle again. AHAH. Supplier. Wishing a &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 18th BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; to Sherlene, Alfie and Nic. Jane's one is tmr so have a little patience:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUT8NDV5ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PDVYDadWqx4/s1600-h/bday+cake+june+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216597668395345298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUT8NDV5ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PDVYDadWqx4/s320/bday+cake+june+babies.jpg" width="114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake that brought horrors to many of our uniforms. Look at what happened to my shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216847710275823378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGX3WjpM5xI/AAAAAAAAALw/bhbtvl-KWt0/s320/s320x240.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;So gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;*Alfie, you watch out!! Haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy: Nicholas the Meanie Ong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUUhdF_UII/AAAAAAAAALY/CFjhOcb6RNY/s1600-h/nictheplastichead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216598308356575362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUUhdF_UII/AAAAAAAAALY/CFjhOcb6RNY/s320/nictheplastichead.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL! This picture cracks me up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The day continued with the normal cake smashing and bashing. Funny shit. Though i'd have to say that Fabian was super pitiful. A sprained ankle, ripped pants and getting bashed although he wasn't the birthday boy. Haha. Poor guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="justify"&gt;Anyways, the day before that, we got the guys their very belated birthday presents. Nic a fishing game thing, chang a pillow, dz a softball glove meant for 4 year olds and fabian a coin box. So fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUWWO1GFEI/AAAAAAAAALg/V7XTPZDgqMM/s1600-h/bday+msgs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216600314572313666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUWWO1GFEI/AAAAAAAAALg/V7XTPZDgqMM/s400/bday+msgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that yesterday was the first time in 10 months since the guys and the girls actually spent our breaks together. It felt right. It felt like how things used to be in J1. I never realised how much i missed that feeling of togetherness . 10 months. So guys, thanks for making things right even when things started to go all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayy, let's not dwell into anything negative. It's a happy post so i shall end it here. We didn't manage to get a full class picture but this is part of the group of people who has made a mark in my jc life. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUYxaaZwKI/AAAAAAAAALo/gJ5B6kzYrho/s1600-h/grp+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216602980561305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUYxaaZwKI/AAAAAAAAALo/gJ5B6kzYrho/s400/grp+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5938705752864089569?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5938705752864089569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5938705752864089569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5938705752864089569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5938705752864089569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-beat-it.html' title='Just beat it.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SGUT8NDV5ZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PDVYDadWqx4/s72-c/bday+cake+june+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7131266095266916089</id><published>2008-06-22T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:19:09.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUT THE * UP ALREADY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>There is a monster mutant crazy psychotic toad in the field opposite my block CROAKING LIKE CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYY. It is so loud it drowns the music coming from the laptop that is sitting in front of me. I can hear it from my kitchen. &amp;amp;^$^%%&amp;amp;(*)^$#$&amp;amp;^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a toad be so LOUD?!?!? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy. It's so scary!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia plus toad croaking = shit face on the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AH MR KATAK.&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stomps off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7131266095266916089?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7131266095266916089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7131266095266916089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7131266095266916089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7131266095266916089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/shut-up-already.html' title='SHUT THE * UP ALREADY!!!!!!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7606639288958802490</id><published>2008-06-17T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:14:32.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote/Unquote'/><title type='text'>Quote/Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; shall shape the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whether I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; shall be no man's doing but my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only I hold the key to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Elaine Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7606639288958802490?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7606639288958802490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7606639288958802490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7606639288958802490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7606639288958802490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/quoteunquote.html' title='Quote/Unquote'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-478467753608721364</id><published>2008-06-16T15:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:27:39.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots.'/><title type='text'>Cos i'm so damn bored.</title><content type='html'>Kay. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYSE-fpmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LJGwLcwCCsQ/s1600-h/clarke+quay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYSE-fpmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LJGwLcwCCsQ/s400/clarke+quay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212373495432452642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Clarke Quay a few weeks back. Look at how small the donuts were! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm suppose to be studying econs now but i just can't focus. So yes. Let me introduce you to my study table!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYWaKXOJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LpAs5R1oslE/s1600-h/DSCN0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYWaKXOJrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LpAs5R1oslE/s400/DSCN0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212378257442088626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaaa! Erghh..look at how thick that file is!! And that focus sign is useless.&lt;br /&gt;Let's explore~~&lt;br /&gt;(sial la, like so free like that but who cares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYbgfXSLvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p5WJRao3jYA/s1600-h/table+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYbgfXSLvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p5WJRao3jYA/s400/table+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212383863716851442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. Note the circled date on the Sheng Siong calender!! Econs test. *dies*&lt;br /&gt;And i still keep Hong's valentine's rose. My first attempt in drying a flower. Now i'm trying to dry some flowers from Manifestasi. Geez, i'm so sentimental. The windmill from a junior, the rose from my not so secret angel and the other flower from Vaness! And a board filled with weird stuff. I even have the definition for market failure up there since promos! Need to clear up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh! I want to show this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYeqLiwYJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4_HOT6vKkxI/s1600-h/DSCN0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYeqLiwYJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4_HOT6vKkxI/s320/DSCN0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212387328729833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYfGi8wM6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xQ4ObFw-HKc/s1600-h/DSCN0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYfGi8wM6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xQ4ObFw-HKc/s320/DSCN0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212387816049226658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babachan gave this to me in sec sch. Cute right! She's so lazy, she got a card that requires her to tick what she wants to say o_O Haha. If you noticed, i drew a copy of this but on a post it and pasted it on the mag holder. That was during the exams this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my food stash is actually bigger than just a pack of fisherman's friend. The mentos box contains my thumbtacks!! But must not spread to the world about my gluttony right. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expanding so much that i popped by dance pants button (it was 1 month ago though) and i felt like suffocating in my own clothes. OMG. Maybe i'm just growing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHA. A bit stalled ah my growing process. ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. I discovered something amazing while shopping! Cannot tell here. Shy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, Happy Father's Day to Bapak! Hope you enjoyed yesterday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok. Must get back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYjp6HNkAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qmyVYQNMO7M/s1600-h/DSCN0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYjp6HNkAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qmyVYQNMO7M/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212392821609041922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-478467753608721364?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/478467753608721364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=478467753608721364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/478467753608721364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/478467753608721364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/cos-im-so-damn-bored.html' title='Cos i&apos;m so damn bored.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SFYSE-fpmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LJGwLcwCCsQ/s72-c/clarke+quay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5836094080848851723</id><published>2008-06-13T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:10:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeird.</title><content type='html'>Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was study day again. Almost suffered from hypothermia in Tampines library for 7 hours again. The same H2 Math guy from tpjc sat beside me gain! He sat beside me on monday as well!!! Melle thought he was some 35 year old man at first. Poor boy. HAHA. What a coincidence. Maybe he recognised the two of us, seeing that we are (in)famous in sch, no? Hee...*chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a chocolate donut. Gulped down teh tarek. Mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Did econs. YUUUUUCCCKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;For 7 HOURS. Bloody amazing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this other guy, whose identity is Hadi after Melle snooped at his paper when he was in the toilet, sat at the same table as us 3 tpjcians. Upon further investigation, he is a sec 4 student from pasir ris sec doing an amath paper. So poor thing!!! I remembered the times when i sat down suffering while cracking my brains to even decipher an amath question. HAHA. So pathethic sia. But he didn't look so confused, just very bored. Can tell that he couldn't focus at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, Melle? You read the same page for 15 mins right? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An he had this geography textbook that i wanted to read!!!! Anything was better than econs. Seriously. Take note, though, that neither Melle nor I spoke to these two guys throughout the whole time we were sitting on the same table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before we left, I gave Hadi a Snicker Bar.&lt;br /&gt;The tpjc guy left long before then.&lt;br /&gt;He was so shocked but still managed to force out a 'Thank you'.&lt;br /&gt;And i told him to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;And i rushed out of the reference room super fast.&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;DID NOT&lt;/span&gt; POISON THAT SNICKER BAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. I am a bit weird like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5836094080848851723?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5836094080848851723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5836094080848851723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5836094080848851723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5836094080848851723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/weeeeeeeird.html' title='weeeeeeeird.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8673375080719764443</id><published>2008-06-11T11:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T16:29:38.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Viva la Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;It's the third week of the hols but it feels as though it has just started. I've managed to finish all my homework except for the three disgusting lit essays! Accomplishment! Haha...sad to think that it is things like these that manage to uplift my spirits by a micro bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Kung Fu Panda with Melle yesterday as a reward for studying for 7 hours straight! (power!) It was the first time watching a movie while being surrounded by so many little kids and they're quite amusing. The way they laugh at funny scenes made it all the more hilarious. So cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to come to terms with regards to some matters lately and i realise that there will always be a time when things that you hope has settled is brought up again. The constant reminder of something that you are trying to push away makes it harder to let go. I guess all the things that has happened in the past or present can't be easily erased. There is no point in bearing grudges. It only makes you bitter and cynical. I'll take it as a form of nourishment to guide me into being a better person as a whole. Yesm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Aaaand...Coldplay's new album is awesomeness! All of their songs are like poetry. There's this underlying meaning that is begging to be deciphered. I heart Coldplay. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4azWdysCxG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4azWdysCxG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I used to rule the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now in the morning I sweep alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I used to roll the dice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One minute I held the key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Next the walls were closed on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For some reason I can't explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Once you go there was never, never an honest word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That was when I ruled the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;People couldn't believe what I'd become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Revolutionaries wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For my head on a silver plate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For some reason I can't explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Never an honest word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8673375080719764443?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8673375080719764443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8673375080719764443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8673375080719764443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8673375080719764443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la Vida'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4749869437298553355</id><published>2008-06-03T17:24:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:06:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the irony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always thought that the Shakespearean play, Othello, was rather soppy and too exaggerated a tale to hold any significant meaning to me. Doing an essay on Othello is one woolly mammoth that is equivalent to being tortured by a flying dagger. Even so, if there is one amazing thing about this whole play will be just this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Iago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"However, the most important factor that gave birth to the tragedy would have to be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iago’s cunning manipulation&lt;/span&gt; and observant skill in using the natures of Othello and Desdemona against each other. He &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;incorporated the strengths and weaknesses of the other characters&lt;/span&gt; as well and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;uses them as pawns in his scheme to bring Othello down.&lt;/span&gt; Iago’s &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;duplicitous nature&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;expertise in manipulation&lt;/span&gt; allowed him to play with the differences between Othello and Desdemona and gain the upper hand as the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;director of the whole play&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gained the trust and loyalty&lt;/span&gt; from Othello, where he vowed to the heavens “Witness that here Iago’ doth give up the execution of his wit, hands, hear to wronged Othello’s service.” (3.3.466) and thus &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gives him total accessibility in messing with Othello’s mind&lt;/span&gt;. Hence, as a character who &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;epitomizes the trait of deceit&lt;/span&gt;, he played a more instrumental role in birthing the tragedy as compared to the differences in nature between Othello and Desdemona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;- an extract of my own woolly mammoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, i &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; my literary skills fascinates even myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pity that 4 marks will be deducted since the essay is looong overdue.I am so tardy now, i don't even recognize myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOTE: Classmates, please don't copy and paste ah!!! Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This week has been a freakin roller coaster ride. Nothing seems to be going right and i'm starting to lose my focus to study. Daaang. FOCUS FOCUS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Speaking of which, good luck rara and bab for tsd prelims!!!! And Happy -advance- 18th birthday to Sherlene! Hope you enjoyed the cakes:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p/s i miss my kopi sessions with baba and bibs. i need hugs and for you guys to humour me ASAP!! i need to laugh at something other than my pathetic state.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4749869437298553355?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4749869437298553355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4749869437298553355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4749869437298553355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4749869437298553355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/06/hell-and-damnation.html' title='Oh, the irony.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3681936361846823694</id><published>2008-05-31T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:17:53.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan-freakin-tastic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;MANIFESTASI IS OVERRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should feel sad or happy. gahh...mix emotions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kayangan Lestari&lt;/span&gt; was awesomeness, right pi?? Haha. I think Perdayu did a great job. The casts and all the budayas. The audience was amazing man, there were people sitting on the audi floor. It was that packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! My knees can finally heal in peace. I got a souvenier from yesterday:  another super big and purple bruise  formed on my left knee after countless of rehearsals before the big show. But it was all &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;worth it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really miss my dance girls. I'm so sorry if i kinda reprimand you girls while trying to apply makeup for 14 girls and myself in a span of less than an hour. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;STRESSSSS&lt;/span&gt; but everyone looked gorgeous! Knowing that this is the last time i'd be messing around with your pretty faces may be a relief but i'll really miss it. At least the J1s made us senoirs cry before applying our make up with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;super pretty bouquets of flowers&lt;/span&gt;!! They are now sitting prettily in my mom's vases and bottles all over my house. Gahh..i love you guys so much. After all the shit that we have to go through, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;it is worth it when you can enjoy the moment with the very same people who had  suffered with you&lt;/span&gt;. For &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Mai, Hannah and Izzati&lt;/span&gt;, being in the jawatan kuasa  must have been a crazy experience but i have to say that you guys did an amazing job and all your efforts were not in vain. RESPECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SUHARARARA&lt;/span&gt; for the card. Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;alpipi&lt;/span&gt; for coming. Aha, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;eliza&lt;/span&gt; had to usher but thank you for being a part of the audience anyways. The audience was amazing and there was so much pressure in knowing that the graduated seniors have high expectations. Yet, there have been nothing but praises. Perdayu did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Manifestasi 2008: Penemuan Dalam Pertemuan&lt;/span&gt; will be up soon=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last highlight before hardcore mugging is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to focus today but i guess i'm still experiencing the after effects of euphoria and lethargy seeing that i slept only at &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2+ am&lt;/span&gt; the day before. And it was self-imposed and not for the reason of studying. Yes, yes, i know. Sufie dah gile ke pe??? (eww,  i cannot make it as a minah...yuckk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, i took an opportunity to run since the weather was so nice and cloudy today. I ran from&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; my house to the end of Pasir Ris Park &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue: WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (hey it's really far ok..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i just stoned at the water breakers sweating like a freaking monster. There was a bunch of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;aunties&lt;/span&gt; standing in a circle, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;singing hymns under a tree &lt;/span&gt;while their little kids run around (the circle) with their maids. Fascinating. Anyways, i then continued running from that end of the park all the way to the field outside the mrt station and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;leg cramps&lt;/span&gt; in addition to that nasty bruise. Smart move woman. Very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I need to finish my literature essays by tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I can. I will. I must!!!!!!!!!" - the aunite who give long sermons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3681936361846823694?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3681936361846823694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3681936361846823694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3681936361846823694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3681936361846823694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/fan-freakin-tastic.html' title='Fan-freakin-tastic!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3827752479177766993</id><published>2008-05-29T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:56:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipation anticipation</title><content type='html'>MANIFESTASI IS TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. After one month of hard work, bruises and sacrifices, tomorrow is what it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the purple bruise to disappear from my  knees. Yessa! tmr is going to be awesome. i hope the audience will enjoy our production cos i know that A LOT of effort was put into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayangan Lestari is going to be great. We will perform our utmost best, yes? YES! This would be the last performance for the J2s. I'll really bask in this experience cos it would probably be the last time i'd preform in tpjc. And i'd miss all the other girls! Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3827752479177766993?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3827752479177766993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3827752479177766993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3827752479177766993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3827752479177766993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/anticipation-anticipation.html' title='anticipation anticipation'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-291220511023852988</id><published>2008-05-24T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:12:44.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The toll of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manifestasi&lt;/span&gt; is slowly creeping in. Five hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; for two days in a row and more rehearsals in the coming week till 9pm will be a killer. BUT, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Manifestasi&lt;/span&gt; in only SIX DAYS away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*panic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stuff over 800 audience in an auditorium meant for 600? Tricky tricky. Time to juggle studies and dance properly though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesm&lt;/span&gt;. Have to give up giving up. Kayangan Lestari will rock. Today's potluck was a success=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;topsy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes, i think i have changed into an emotionless bitch with all this crazy things happening in my life. Or is it just that i have become too exhausted to care? Too numb to show any sense of shock? Or just too shock hence the numbness? I'm starting to confuse myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is a sense of disappointment. Especially knowing that people are forming impressions of me that are false because of some baseless lies or figments of your imagination. Gossip has no effect on me anymore but i absolutely hate it when it implicates the people i care for as well. Stop. Just stop it. Seriously, before it becomes too big a deal for me to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naivety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that this is my weakness but sometimes, i think it is the one thing that makes life bearable. I know, pathetic, isn't it? Maybe you think i care too much. But maybe i don't even care at all.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-291220511023852988?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/291220511023852988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=291220511023852988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/291220511023852988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/291220511023852988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-and-my-island.html' title='Me and my island.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1839039240513592243</id><published>2008-05-18T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:03:43.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Pound Gospel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there's one thing i admire in a person, it would be their sense of passion. People with passion have a sense of purpose. And with a sense of purpose, one's life is filled with meaning and they are driven to achieve their goals. I remember saying this to Fabian as i was walking back to school a few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irregardless whether or not a person is passionate regarding a hobby, a sport or even passionate in love and life, it is a trait that i look up to. Maybe it's because i still have not found something in which i am really passionate about. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; find it sooner or later. I must because i want to have a sense of purpose. Isn't that what we life should be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, there is a fine line between passion and obsession. It is a fact that these two terms are hard to define or distinguish. More often than not, they tend to mix. Therefore, there must always be some form of balance in life. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yin&lt;/span&gt; and yang. People have shown me that a passion that has transformed into an obsession can become their downfall. Now, where's the sense in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesm&lt;/span&gt;. It may seem that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; mumbling nonsense to myself. But after 7 hours, things are making more sense to me now than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kame&lt;/span&gt;! You have shown me that passion and purpose are fundamental aspects of life. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; ever find my passion one day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; hope to be just as passionate as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1839039240513592243?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1839039240513592243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1839039240513592243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1839039240513592243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1839039240513592243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-pound-gospel3.html' title='One Pound Gospel'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3875304209929576565</id><published>2008-05-11T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:29:37.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>The sweetest love song.</title><content type='html'>During the long car ride, the radio started playing this song. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went across the causeway so that my mom can eat her Kenny Roger's. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love you banyak-banyak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LBlB-ShcdS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LBlB-ShcdS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longer than there've been fishes in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Higher than any bird ever flew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longer than there've been stars up in the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stronger than any mountain cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truer than any tree ever grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deeper than any forest primeval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3875304209929576565?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3875304209929576565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3875304209929576565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3875304209929576565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3875304209929576565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetest-love-song.html' title='The sweetest love song.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-232867567484286500</id><published>2008-05-10T23:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:40:10.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another week down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, i can't wait for the week to be over. And then i realise with the passing of every week brings me a week closer to the A's. Dangg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been crazily energy draining. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the bruises on my knees will every disappear. They're turning from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after every dance practise. I don't want a &lt;strong&gt;permanent bruise&lt;/strong&gt; *eeek!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! I passed my &lt;strong&gt;2.4km run&lt;/strong&gt;! Only Fathimatu and i ran though. But its ok, will cheer for the rest when their test comes. So glad it's over. Now i can finally say tha that will be LAST 2.4km run napfa test that i'll ever take. Unless the teachers screw up the timing results sheet thus forcing me to run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing Highlights of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Nic the resident monster pulling my backpack at the lecture theatre for gp. Noting that we were at the topmost row of the damn LT and there was NO EMPTY SEATS for me to fall on or even an inch of floor space, i gave out a shriek or fear causing the people in the front rows to turn only to see me &lt;strong&gt;MIRACULOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt; fall onto Dizy's lap -.-" Paiseh paiseh. And all the guys still dare to laugh so loudly. Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) That same monster that has &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grown a sudden attachment to my backpack&lt;/span&gt; simply had to use it (or me rather) as a balance in the bus on our way to school since he was standing on the steps near the entrance door. The bus suddenly jerked forward so this smart person pulled my backpack, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with me attached&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; forward causing me to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crash into Azli's chest&lt;/span&gt;. *Bangs head on wall* The torment that i have to go through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see this freaky pattern appearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I got my revenge during gp when Mrs Or told nic to stop giving out his barbaric laughter in her class cos its...well, barbaric. GAHAHAHA. Take that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why are some of my classmates such monsters??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WHY WHY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but needless to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love my class still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-232867567484286500?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/232867567484286500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=232867567484286500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/232867567484286500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/232867567484286500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/tell-me.html' title='Tell me.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5615500708921427573</id><published>2008-05-03T14:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:35:15.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Mars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a long hiatus, this post is long overdue. Have been busy busy and just super tired to even write a post on the many events that has happened in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Songfest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This year's performers were quite disappointing, except for Malaque who won for the soloist category! Her voice is awesome. Then Melle, Liyi, Eliza and i went to eat at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Teh Tarek&lt;/span&gt;. I love my &lt;strong&gt;BEEF fried rice&lt;/strong&gt;. oooh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Me turning 18!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196040766273373026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 259px; height: 187px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwLjBAsQ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/7ESBRxWHBE4/s320/sf1.jpg" border="0" height="175" width="245" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Still can't tell right? Gahaha...ergh. Thanks to 07A05 for the cake and the girls for the pressies! I really appreciate them, especially the handiwork by Liyi, Rara and Melle. My dad came back from Hong Kong just in time for the birthday so i'm greatful for that. I realised it felt kinda weird when my dad's not at home. I suppose i'm more used to my mom having to travel overseas due to work since she's been doing since i was young. But it feels different when my dad wasn't around telling me to eat dinner, not to sleep so late, calling me to ask what time i'm coming home, asking me why i keep asking him for money...the works. Gyea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) Sports Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAWK wins again! Yay! I think this sports day will be the MOST memorable one cos the class actually put in a lot of effort in working together for the gallery design, events and cheerleading. Staying back till super late and getting chase out of school by the irritating uncle on a bike was funny and exciting at the same time. Carrying boxes of cardboard from freaking NTUC with the girls, knotting the 8465484 stars (k la, not that many but still) with a string that you can't see at night let alone with the light of day, painting the damn stars and blowing balloons was tiring but looking back now, it was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you 07A05!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics that i kapok from Melle. Thanks sexy..hehe! They're nice pictures=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOSBAsQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iFfxXNEJBUs/s1600-h/h6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196043772750480290" style="width: 339px; height: 237px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOSBAsQ6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/iFfxXNEJBUs/s320/h6.jpg" border="0" height="188" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOYBAsQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/T_oXZefybVg/s1600-h/h19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196043875829695410" style="width: 331px; height: 206px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOYBAsQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/T_oXZefybVg/s320/h19.jpg" border="0" height="195" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOcxAsQ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/J5wZ7_-6FyE/s1600-h/h15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196043957434074050" style="width: 323px; height: 208px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwOcxAsQ8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/J5wZ7_-6FyE/s320/h15.jpg" border="0" height="189" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PLUS! I actually won a medal!! Ahahaha. Never expected that Hawk would win for Novelty Race. First time winning a medal in a sports event. Wohoo! The day was going well until...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Econs test &amp;amp;%(*%^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The reason why things were so dreadful throughout the month of April. After much confusion and begging, the test was postponed to right after sports day. This is the test that really drove home the fact that i am in J2 and will be taking my As and how little time i have to study while commiting myself to my cca and such. But this is really due to the fact that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Manifestasi is in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dance practice &lt;strong&gt;thrice&lt;/strong&gt; a week lasting from &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; hours is turning my legs into jelly and giving me bruises. But, i think our piece for this year is going to be great. It's so different and stylo! Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Support TPJC's Manifestasi 2008!&lt;/strong&gt; -End of PR-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Honestly speaking, i can't wait for May to be over cos i need a HOLIDAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5615500708921427573?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5615500708921427573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5615500708921427573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5615500708921427573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5615500708921427573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-mars.html' title='Back from Mars!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/SBwLjBAsQ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/7ESBRxWHBE4/s72-c/sf1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8356097873605635599</id><published>2008-04-12T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T22:40:14.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>To My Lovely Bibbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should have posted this yesterday but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 18th Birthday Bibs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still remember the times when you were my height and we were line-up partners in primary school? Sigh, look at how tall you are now. I swear one of the not so many reasons why i hardly grew taller was because of your super painful smacks. Hehe. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my present yesterday was a bit wonky. Hahaha...so, i'll be making you gingerbread cookies! Nice nice. Hope you'll love them&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTpy_L1dALA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aTpy_L1dALA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have no fear for giving in&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving over&lt;br /&gt;You'd better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;Its better to say too much&lt;br /&gt;Then never say what you need to say again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8356097873605635599?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8356097873605635599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8356097873605635599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8356097873605635599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8356097873605635599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-my-lovely-bibbles.html' title='To My Lovely Bibbles'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4593376503598810967</id><published>2008-04-11T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:45:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard work do pay off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aren't you glad that PW is over &amp;amp; you all have such good results? Last year was indeed a trying time for everyone. Think back to what you were doing last year, this time? Have you forgotten, well, let me remind you - drafts after drafts of PI! (haha- sadistic me is enjoying your almost audible groans). For most of you, the word PW brings back memories akin to an ordeal; i'm sure many of you put in many late nights, burnt weekends, endured countless PW meetings and rewriting numerous drafts. For me, PW brings back memories of late nights, burnt weekends, countless PW meetings and rewriting numerous student drafts. Hey wait, that pretty much sounds the same! :) Forgive me for many a times i appeared the ruthless taskmaster, traumatizing you with my infamous scrawling of red- inked comments - the byproduct of insanely juggling 10 projects at the same time. How wonderful it is that we've all come out of this with much to celebrate when not so long ago, we were teetering on the edge &amp;amp; feeling so overwhelmed. Congrats to everyone - regardless of whether you are A or B graders- you've made it! Thanks to you guys, i am now quite the expert on condoms, bras, chimps, air travel, graffiti, crocs, cup noodles &amp;amp; some smart guy who invented some form of questioning :P . I'm sure you must be EE right now. What were you thinking? Extremely Exhilarated, of course. Well done, peeps! You've Exceeded my Expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Luv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mrs Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yessa! I got an A for project work! Credit has to go to my awesome group members Justine, Jane and Chang. All the toil and suffering did pay off. I really feel that this would not have been possible without Mrs Or pushing us all to do our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Justine for being the ever so efficient leader. Sorry for always making you stressed up when Chang and I stare blankly at you after your super long list of instructions. Like Melle said, we tend to be a bit gong-gong. But we love you all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jane for your super power skill in summarizing. Without you, our essay would never have been able to be 3000 words long. And thanks for wearing jeans, thus being chased out of the library, and leaving Chang and I in the hands of Justine for that one particular meeting that lasted for more than 3 hours ah!!! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chang for balancing the smart vs not so smart ratio in our group. HAHA. It's good to know that i wasn't the only clueless one when the other two were babbling on about KI. Plus, i'm sure Jane and i feel honoured in teaching you how to use Google. I know it has changed your life significantly for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW was a really tremulous experience but with the group members that i have, they made it one that was meaningful and most importantly, bearable. It is also undeniable that PW has allowed 4 strangers to know each other better. For that, i'm eternally greatful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4593376503598810967?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4593376503598810967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4593376503598810967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4593376503598810967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4593376503598810967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/hard-work-do-pay-off.html' title='Hard work do pay off...'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5322003814572921730</id><published>2008-04-11T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:50:02.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What major is right for me!</title><content type='html'>Found this quiz thing on Arini's blog. Quite cool and the most awesome thing is the fact that the results are really what i am considering to take if i ever get into university at the rate that i am going right now. Try it yourself &lt;a href="http://http//quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="heading18"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You scored as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="heading14Bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History/Anthropology/Liberal Arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                      &lt;tr&gt;                                                  &lt;td class="txtNormal"&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in History, Anthropology, or related majors (e.g., African and African-American Studies, Chinese, Classics, Cultural Studies, Economics, English, French, Geography, German, Greek, Hebrew, International Studies, Philosophy, Sociology, Women's Studies, or other Liberal Arts majors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right major for you will be something&lt;br /&gt;1) you love and enjoy and&lt;br /&gt;2) are really great at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                             &lt;/tr&gt;                                   &lt;tr&gt;                                                    &lt;td&gt;                               &lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                                                    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            History/Anthropology/Liberal Arts                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="100" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            HR/Business Management                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="94" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Psychology/Sociology                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="94" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;94%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Education/Counseling                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="88" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;88%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            French/Spanish/Other Language                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;81%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Accounting/Finance/Marketing                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Visual &amp;amp; Performing Arts                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            English/Journalism/Comm                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Political Science/Philosophy                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;69%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Religion/Theology                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Nursing/Athletic Training/Health                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Biology/Chemistry/Geology                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Physics/Engineering/Computer                                       &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;44%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;                                                                             &lt;td&gt;                                            Mathematics/Statistics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;                                          &lt;table width="28" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;                                               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                                &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                               &lt;/tr&gt;                                            &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                       &lt;td&gt;                                            &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;25%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                                      &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If i ever even think of majoring in Maths, it is the first indication that i have been possessed by aliens. Feel free to shoot me in the head. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5322003814572921730?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5322003814572921730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5322003814572921730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5322003814572921730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5322003814572921730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-major-is-right-for-me.html' title='What major is right for me!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8573494314983000084</id><published>2008-04-10T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:34:29.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>essay eating computers!! rarrr!</title><content type='html'>Grrrr...i can't believe the school pc hanged after i wrote 6 paragraphs worth of my history essay!!!! Pissing me off man. My document wasn't even recovered! This is so sad=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to retype everything again. Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;Never ever use pc 06 in the sch library again.&lt;br /&gt;Wretched machine. I kill you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8573494314983000084?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8573494314983000084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8573494314983000084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8573494314983000084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8573494314983000084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/essay-eating-computers-rarrr.html' title='essay eating computers!! rarrr!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-960320729639120281</id><published>2008-04-08T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:38:51.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fumble and mumble</title><content type='html'>it's funny how i have not been so interested about going gaga over a person anymore. yes, i am intrigued by some weird tendencies of people who often pass by and such but the novelty of it all normally starts to wear off after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then comes along cool bag guy. thanks for saving me at the road.&lt;br /&gt;greatly appreciated. pity you're younger. hah. righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayy...time to do econs!!&lt;br /&gt;the enthusiasm within me is suffocating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-960320729639120281?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/960320729639120281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=960320729639120281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/960320729639120281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/960320729639120281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/fumble-and-mumble.html' title='fumble and mumble'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6415196860786988923</id><published>2008-04-04T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:34:56.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Sponges</title><content type='html'>ZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt; of dance straight today.  My legs are turning into jelly.&lt;br /&gt;The performance is tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! i found the original mtv for Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler from the 80s. For a nice song, I SWEAR it is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;weirdest video i have ever seen in my life&lt;/span&gt;. It makes no sense at all. Like men wearing goggles suddenly getting splashed by water from god  knows where,  barely dressed men dancing ballet, some ninjas, people with  light coming out from their eyes (reminded me of bibbles' class photos) and some pontianak instances. Like i said, it damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to watch it to believe it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/55nTwg5NIPM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I need you now tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I need you more than ever&lt;br /&gt;And if you'll only hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;We'll be holding on forever&lt;br /&gt;And we'll only be making it right&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll never be wrong together&lt;br /&gt;We can take it to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;br /&gt;Forever's gonna start tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6415196860786988923?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6415196860786988923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6415196860786988923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6415196860786988923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6415196860786988923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/04/sponges.html' title='Sponges'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-9172060074135694777</id><published>2008-03-30T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:39:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'till we meet again at Trafalgar Square.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks guys for your support! April is going to be an exciting month! With birthdays, performances and concerts coming up, it will be the last stretch before hard-core mugging takes place. It's sad that we have lessons till 6.30 on the first of April. I's still hoping that it's a joke. Or else it would be three days in a row of coming home before 7. Sighh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been having dance practices four times a week for Pidato commencing Sat! Sacrificing time during the weekends to go to Yew Tee for practise has almost become a ritual. I can't believe Hem actually have to make that 1 hour long trip from Yew Tee to school every singe day. Salute! It's fun though having dinner at Causeway Point with the girls at 9 pm. Fruit coktail and ice shavings - heaven. I suppose more dinners will come with Manifest looming in 9 weeks. Must go kay! Loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give up giving up, you've got to hang in there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-9172060074135694777?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/9172060074135694777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=9172060074135694777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9172060074135694777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9172060074135694777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/03/till-we-meet-again-at-trafalgar-square.html' title='&apos;till we meet again at Trafalgar Square.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8341403101358983848</id><published>2008-03-25T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:34:52.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma belle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today went past pretty fast for a tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides one torturous hour of pe, suhara and i managed to survive. can you believe it, almost all the other girls from our class managed to get mc. So in our spe group, only rara and i had to go through the endless physical training. And mr samad chose this day to do the mountain climbing thing. my poor legs :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back some of the papers. sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected econs is the ultimate shit. It's kinda depressing when all the effort slogging over something doesn't pay off. Even so, YOU CANNOT GIVE UP PI!!! yesm. Self-motivation. I need to do that a lot now. Or i'll end up strangling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oorigh, time to get back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to screw up the As now, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8341403101358983848?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8341403101358983848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8341403101358983848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8341403101358983848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8341403101358983848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/03/ma-belle.html' title='Ma belle.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6572843591033864577</id><published>2008-03-23T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:24:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeeeeeew teeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmmph. i realised that i must have been super irritated at my bro for venting his anger at me in the previous post. i guess he's just going through that "rebellious" phase that we all had to face but it can be damn irritating. especially when you did not do anything wrong at all. apparently my grandma and maid was quite scared when we were both screaming at each other in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i made peace with a packet of Twisties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is just a universal fact that siblings will fight. i guess these fights are the most cutting but it is what makes the relationship stronger. it made me realise that my siblings and i are quite stubborn people that can flare up quite easily when provoked. yepp. the only patient person would probably be my dad. when he's angry, he'll be very quite about it but you'll more or less know that he's fuming i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly though, i find it harder to get angry at friends. i was once told that i like to give excuses when it comes to admitting their mistakes and flaws. i don't know if that's a blessing or a curse but it set me thinking. Maybe i value relationships too much. When i fight with my siblings, it may be all crazy and loud but i know that they'll always be there. I know that our rift won't last. Maybe that's why i am more cautious when it comes to friendships. Cos to some, friendship is like following where the wind blows them, but to me, a friend, no matter how anal, is someone i could depend on even if our path never cross again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to other things, i can't believe i just had cca on a sunday all the way at yew tee, choa chu kang there. dedication dedication dedication. that's the only thing that makes it seem less like torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adieu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6572843591033864577?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6572843591033864577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6572843591033864577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6572843591033864577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6572843591033864577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeeeeeew-teeeeee.html' title='yeeeeeew teeeeee'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1528432787316182786</id><published>2008-03-18T18:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:07:16.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><title type='text'>Move your body baby!</title><content type='html'>ZZZOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video as i was video hopping one of those videos posted on tpjc.net.I just think this boy looks like Crayon Shin Chan dancing...super cute la!!! Especially the beginning. His expression is priceless! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pw0zRb3bgMQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pw0zRb3bgMQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;So young and already attached. What is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two more papers to go! Excite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1528432787316182786?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1528432787316182786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1528432787316182786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1528432787316182786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1528432787316182786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/03/move-your-body-baby.html' title='Move your body baby!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-9125437738355417673</id><published>2008-03-08T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:53:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOO YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Econs exams was s-h-i-t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On to bigger and brighter things! Specially for my ALPI POT POT, here's picture of the new hot stuff in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So awesome laaaaaaaa...Lee Dong Wook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175376255079450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R9KhSJ8AhvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U1qw_p59qhU/s320/mygirl03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Gyeaaa, you got me addicted to watching that whole show all over again. Thanks ah! And i heard him singing Creep. So hot. *melts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, yesterday was Preethi's surprise birthday dinner! Pity the twins didn't come but they had that INCUBUS CONCERT to attend. -.- I jealous. But they probably went specifically for SAOSIN doing the openning act. And i haven't seen some of the crew for some time, especially Bhavna! That girl's going for a tour of Europe during the poly break. No fair!! Sad isn't it when other people are our doing amazing things and your just stuck in this dusty rut studying your brains out. Sighhh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Melle and I brought some of the girls back to SAC so that she can collect her o-level cert yesterday. SAC is soo small. I think, if Melle were to sing her rendition of Unbreak My Heart in the classroom, you'd be able to hear her from the bus stop outside the school. Yes, it's that small. Or you can say she's that loud. Either way. Hehehe...that's revenge for always suan-ing me in your lj! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And to my dear Eliza, I hope you had an awesome dinner. I wish i was there to see you scream at the gong gong (or whatever it is you called it) that your dad showed you. HAHAHA. No, it is not a conspiracy. What are the odds meeting ______'s family at Simpang?!? Hahaha. So funnehh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last thurs, Ee Ting said that some of the Jamiyah kids were asking about my classmates and i. I feel so touched but at the same time guilty. To think that we have made an impression and that they actually rememered our names while here i am obsessed in my own studies and lack of a life. I want to make a trip back, to visit them or something. Anyone wants to join me??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meeep. I feel like eating cinnamon buns and eclairs. Feed my need! I swear studying has made me chubbier. My pants are getting tighter @.@ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eurrgh...it's homework and revision time. LITERATURE ESSAYS. HISTORY READINGS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bring on the wolly mammoths! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to really focus. BANZAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-9125437738355417673?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/9125437738355417673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=9125437738355417673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9125437738355417673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9125437738355417673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/03/phoo-you.html' title='PHOO YOU.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R9KhSJ8AhvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/U1qw_p59qhU/s72-c/mygirl03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4327323322561896576</id><published>2008-02-28T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:25:13.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more.</title><content type='html'>I need a distraction. Although it sucks that econs is in a week, it's one hell of a big distraction that i'm grateful for. Place all this eurgh-ness aside and get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more crap. Positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO FOCUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. One day down.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should win the oscars or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i even amaze myself. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4327323322561896576?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4327323322561896576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4327323322561896576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4327323322561896576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4327323322561896576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-more.html' title='No more.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6706610846051369424</id><published>2008-02-27T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:09:48.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>So i guess it was just a pretense. A staged act.&lt;br /&gt;Using me as a tool to hide your fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me real deep.&lt;br /&gt;Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6706610846051369424?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6706610846051369424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6706610846051369424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6706610846051369424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6706610846051369424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-9039009263312106079</id><published>2008-02-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:08:49.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiarity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom is away in Shanghai. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dance is getting harder with only 5 Year 2s around to teach 15 plus Year 1s. But i guess we'll pull it through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Econs still has not made any sense to me despite the fact that the paper is about a week away. Deep shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm getting disappointed and was at a point to not even try to even care about you anymore. It has been almost a week but the knowledge still nags at me. Maybe it's just one of those times when you start to think about that someone and you are just trying to find a reason to hate them. I need to get this out of my system. I'll just say this once. I won't say it again cos i may end up engulfed with guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're rude and insensitive. The world does not revolve around you. It does not have to conform to the way you want it to. Wake up. I try not to bother. Try not to care but its hard. And you are not making it any easier. This whole shit depresses me and i don't need anymore burdens. Sometimes, i wish you just didn't exist. Sometimes, i wish that we have met sooner. But from what it seems, you don't give a damn about anything else unless it concerns you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At times like this, i seriously wish i can push you off the peak of freaking Mount Kinabalu. Gyea...I hate this, but i hate myself more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop this nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The real you have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's no need for any pity or regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me be cos it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We both know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-9039009263312106079?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/9039009263312106079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=9039009263312106079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9039009263312106079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/9039009263312106079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/familiarity.html' title='Familiarity...'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-405150514735387501</id><published>2008-02-23T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:45:43.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dionysus 17&lt;3</title><content type='html'>TPJC Orientation 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for giving me a reason to keep smiling and go all high despite all the other shit things that are happening. I hope you guys had an awesome orientation and remember the fun times that we had together. Bubble tea treat next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i will stop calling you guys every night. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win, hor. OK!&lt;br /&gt;You guys were great. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-405150514735387501?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/405150514735387501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=405150514735387501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/405150514735387501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/405150514735387501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/dionysus-173.html' title='Dionysus 17&lt;3'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2813275366940744917</id><published>2008-02-21T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:48:45.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a letter.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Shit You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...but i know i'll miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for the &lt;strong&gt;biggest shock of my life.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if i should push you down a rocky cliff or spend what ever remaining time we have reminsicing. Yes, I am unreasonble but it is your own fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're such an ass for dropping such a bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND TO THINK THAT I'LL PROBABLY NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN FROM TMR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could you not consider the &lt;strong&gt;seven years&lt;/strong&gt; worth of friendship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could you not consider how i would feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How could i not consider you selfish, you selfish prick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My friends said that it may be hard on you as well but isn't leaving it till the very last minute even harder? For BOTH of us?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I am not mentally prepared for this. My mind has not yet registered the fact that soon you won't be just a stone throw away anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can tell that you feel guilty. Please don't tell me you were planning to leave without telling. Even if that was indeed your initial plan, don't tell me, cos i'll be crushed. And you'll be the &lt;strong&gt;number one asshole in my life.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm angry because i know&lt;strong&gt; i'll miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm angry because you are an &lt;strong&gt;important person in my life&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm angry because...somehow, i have suddenly become someone &lt;strong&gt;insignificant&lt;/strong&gt;. Unworthy of knowing that you are leaving, only till the very last minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just let me hate you for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos maybe it'll be easier for us to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. sorry girls for not being able to go for the dinner! i'm really really sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s.s &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY LIYI &amp;amp; ELIZAAAAAAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2813275366940744917?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2813275366940744917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2813275366940744917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2813275366940744917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2813275366940744917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/shit-you.html' title='Shit You...'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3041584454488289659</id><published>2008-02-17T18:53:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:20:48.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snapshots.'/><title type='text'>@ Keppel Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kayangan Lestari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gSvEy8a8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tWdvyOUyZto/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gSvEy8a8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tWdvyOUyZto/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167901172358212546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So proud of them. We did well=)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. click on the pics for a clearer view. blogger is being a bitch yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gUjEy8a_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VjctfxSPidM/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gUjEy8a_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/VjctfxSPidM/s320/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167903165223037938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Year 2  dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gViky8bCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d6ersgCEo7M/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gViky8bCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d6ersgCEo7M/s320/DSC00985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167904256144731170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hannah and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gVJ0y8bBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m0Yp21MPgUc/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gVJ0y8bBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m0Yp21MPgUc/s320/DSC00966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167903830942968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gU4ky8bAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fvH3VDEKkhU/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gU4ky8bAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fvH3VDEKkhU/s320/DSC00978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167903534590225410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole troupe again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's quite sad to think that after the posting, some of the Year 1s won't be there anymore. I guess what's left would only be fond memories of endless torture and pain from bending. Salute!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gT1ky8a-I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MD_UnO-ZBjc/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3041584454488289659?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3041584454488289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3041584454488289659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3041584454488289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3041584454488289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/tarianees-keppel-club.html' title='@ Keppel Club'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R7gSvEy8a8I/AAAAAAAAAHA/tWdvyOUyZto/s72-c/DSC00973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-418066421777724872</id><published>2008-02-16T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:28:16.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07A05'/><title type='text'>Wise man says only fools rush in. Maybe he's right.</title><content type='html'>The past week has been eventful and not as pain inducing as the last. Many weird and odd moments. AND the stupid lit test. Bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tarian performance @ Keppel Club!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Had to climb a freakin hill at Telok Belangah to get to the country club while everyone else drive up in their Mercedes. Blahh. Performance was great and Kayangan Lestari looked awesome! I'll post pics soon, i hope. BTW, they made the most to-die-for fried chicken there. Yummeh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST MOVIE EVERRRRR. I cried so many times laa. It's so lovely. I wanted to throw a stone at the exit sign seh. Anyways, I want my own Irish Jerry! His accent is so cute! Haha. Thank you dearies for the Haagen Daz fondue set session. We must have one again soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valentine's Day!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you friends for your pressies! Presents from people i don't know are lovely as well, so mysterious. Heh. No offence to my male classmates who are really sweet for giving us their token of friendship BUT Hong is SWEETERRRRRR. Hahaha. And to whoever my angel is, thank you for the big ass rose. It's amazing how i didn't feel sleepy even during that damn test despite staying up till two making those red scrolls for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SLP booth sales!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job 07A05! We did really well! $1000++ in 2 days is a miracle. HAHA. I still can't believe curly hair guy asked me to be his gf (jk of course)! Don't be sad rara! Hahaha. I think i'm a good advertiser or what ever you call that person who attracts people to the booth. Heh. Maybe i should volunteer to be a member. It was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesm. And HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY Chang! He was damn stinky during gp with all that cologne cum air freshener nonsense. Headache inducing. Good job guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: Orientation and birthday celebrations again! EXCITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-418066421777724872?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/418066421777724872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=418066421777724872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/418066421777724872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/418066421777724872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/wise-man-says-only-fools-rush-in-maybe.html' title='Wise man says only fools rush in. Maybe he&apos;s right.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7753472636939224167</id><published>2008-02-10T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:57:15.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the crew'/><title type='text'>Roll me a love letter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R67IGUy8a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sRCfsmfOuro/s1600-h/cny+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R67IGUy8a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sRCfsmfOuro/s400/cny+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165285833627691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual Chinese New Year gathering at the twin's place. FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with this crazy bunch can never be boring. We've been doing this every year, for the past 3 years. It's nice to know that everyone more or less knows what is happening in each of our lives although we have to go to different schools. Pity Pearlo and Bhavna didn't come though. It's ok, there's still next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Erlianna's bro's wedding today. Met all the pri/sec schoolmates again, especially Alysha. Haven't seen her for the past 4 years despite the fact that we only live a few blocks away from each other. Headed to Toys'r'Us after that to get a pressie for her best friend. We lugged one big ass yellow-toys'r'us-wrapping papered (??) box all the way to downtown east. He better appreciate the present seh. Damn heavy. But he seemed happy! Yay! Haha...i don't even know that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The break has been well spent. Time to catch up on homework now! Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i have to bring a pail to school tmr -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7753472636939224167?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7753472636939224167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7753472636939224167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7753472636939224167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7753472636939224167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/roll-me-love-letter.html' title='Roll me a love letter.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R67IGUy8a7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/sRCfsmfOuro/s72-c/cny+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7210075271557335747</id><published>2008-02-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:43:30.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dong chiang dong dong chiang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CNY holidays = break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went visiting in the afternoon to aunty dorothy's place. i swear i ate non-stop. my sis kept talking and i kept stuffing myself. the whole mess on the table was made by me and me alone. gasp! control thyself sufie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, went to Little India with Ming Lee to do threading. &lt;strong&gt;Pain la pisang!&lt;/strong&gt; My eyes were tearing like crazy when they did the upper lip. Eliza did her whole face. Wax. *pengsan* Walked around in shades after that cos of slightly swollen face. Funneh. Vanity comes with a price, they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to think that Melle said it didn't hurt. She must be an alien. Gahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Need. To. Be. Productive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, i shall attempt to do my homework. Attempt being the operative word. Going to the twins house to celebrate tmr! Yayness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7210075271557335747?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7210075271557335747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7210075271557335747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7210075271557335747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7210075271557335747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/dong-chiang-dong-dong-chiang.html' title='dong chiang dong dong chiang'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4335285263367870201</id><published>2008-02-05T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:07:06.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th Rara Sexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whooot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163479663229264802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R6hdZXu746I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ng2QUbEtjig/s320/cupcakes!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Haha. Suhara actually really thought we baked this. Obviously not la woman! But it's gorgeous innit? Hope you love the whip cream surprise as well...hehehe=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had nine periods of lessons straight today, 7 being lit. Is that even legal? Being in year two is tough. Sometimes, i feel as though my feet is about to gove way. I start to blank out and have to stop and think about what i have to do next all the time. The list just never seem to end. And to think that it's only the beginning of Feb. January was hell. I guess it will only be worse in time to come. Got to gear up Sufie!! Ajaaa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ohh! CNY performance tmr. Blahh. I hope i don't screw up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;To all my chinese friends, Happy Chinese New Year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4335285263367870201?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4335285263367870201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4335285263367870201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4335285263367870201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4335285263367870201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-18th-rara-sexy.html' title='Happy 18th Rara Sexy!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R6hdZXu746I/AAAAAAAAAGo/ng2QUbEtjig/s72-c/cupcakes!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4176304854436307499</id><published>2008-02-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:46:09.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny things.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>My Name is Bob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My bro showed me this video. Comic Relief. I like funny videos that people make to entertain the masses. Reminds me of good old times. Hahaha...kay secret! So embarrassing. Nips. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS. Here's the guide on how to be emo. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="405" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. Econs test was the shit man. I'll end up winning the long term award in ms tan's remedial class. gahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh!!!! Wishing my grandma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 70th BIRTHDAY!!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4176304854436307499?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4176304854436307499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4176304854436307499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4176304854436307499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4176304854436307499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-name-is-bob.html' title='My Name is Bob'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4829520654501880861</id><published>2008-02-02T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:35:05.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a letter.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote/Unquote'/><title type='text'>She looks out her window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, i took a look into someone else's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see how the soul of a person is bent and broken.&lt;br /&gt;His strength and fear having a hell of a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, life is a wreck with only shambles left. The grip that has kept him intact all along has now broken free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i believe in him. I know he has dreams and aspirations. I respect that. He has the strength of an ox an i'm sure once everything starts to settle down, he'll bounce back. Back to a life filled with vigour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that life is a test. A game with many obstacles in between. Some minute, some like a nuclear explosion. Epic. And like every game, it will come to an end at one point of time. From there, another game begins. There is no reason to give up. When you meet a downfall, you pick yourself up and continue with the game. Play it well, play it with your utmost sincerity and effort, play it with an end in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we don't noramlly say much to each other, i know that you are going through a rough time. I know you don't want to talk about it. But just so you know, i think you are a great person and you are meant to do great things. I won't smother you with pity cos that's not what you want and you deserve more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need a reality check sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never give up what you want just because life is not following your agenda. Life can never be controlled or pre-determined by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4829520654501880861?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4829520654501880861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4829520654501880861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/she-looks-out-her-window.html' title='She looks out her window.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8637046288633113992</id><published>2008-02-02T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T19:59:56.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIONYSUS we say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite being super shagged after one of the most tiring week ever, quite a few of us manage to stay alive throughout the ogl camp. It was fun. Made new friends albiet one is a &lt;strong&gt;psycho freak&lt;/strong&gt; who called me &lt;strong&gt;fat&lt;/strong&gt; and has a disturbing way of making &lt;strong&gt;french fry juice&lt;/strong&gt;. Ass la u &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;siew long&lt;/span&gt;. My dance partner some more. Hahaha. He made me choke on my coke and soggy fries. x_x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wet games was fun. It reminded me of the times during girl guides when we rolled around in flour, egg, water, mud and other mysterious stuff. Then came along &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICHOLAS ONG&lt;/span&gt; the monster who attacked my face with his grimy flour-covered hands. Pain sia. His palms are like bricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides the fact that the council managed to get &lt;strong&gt;free expired tomato sauce&lt;/strong&gt; from sheng siong that stink like crazy, all else was good. Bibs watch was deadly. Eliza just kept screaming like a raving lunatic. Crazy la u Ming Lee. Ahahaha. (p/s if you're reading this, dont forget to take a pic of your kitten!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dionysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I like my orientation family. The games were pretty decent i suppose. Hopefully the year 1s will enjoy it just as much as we did. The mass dance was...blahh. I prefer last year's one. And must cheer cheer cheer!! Ohhh!!!!!! The other girl who goes to the same bus stop as me for the past year but has never spoken to anybody at the bus stop before cos she's kinda shy (fooyoh) is in my group. I know her name at last. Ahah. She's nice=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zomg. Have to study for &lt;strong&gt;econs test&lt;/strong&gt; on monday. Heard it was tough. PLUS i have to meet the classmates again tmr. &lt;strong&gt;SLP&lt;/strong&gt;. sighhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need a break from school related stuff. Can't wait for Chinese New Year!!! Family reunion tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8637046288633113992?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8637046288633113992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8637046288633113992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8637046288633113992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8637046288633113992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/02/dionysus-we-say.html' title='DIONYSUS we say!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6015733447488051032</id><published>2008-01-28T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:17:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You caught me off-guard.</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been supremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork consumes me.&lt;br /&gt;Social life has abandoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things are simply just going to get worse in feb.&lt;br /&gt;Dance practise, orientation, subject tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, looking forward to all the birthdays of the feb babies and the chinese new year gatherings!&lt;br /&gt;haha. It'll be fun. I hope. If there is no homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what we need? We need to sit down and have a long talk. It was too sudden just now. You just popped up from nowhere saying things you would normally never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You caught me off-guard. Now i'm running and screaming.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6015733447488051032?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6015733447488051032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6015733447488051032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6015733447488051032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6015733447488051032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-caught-me-off-guard.html' title='You caught me off-guard.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5891390665490003295</id><published>2008-01-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:26:15.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a tiring day. It was a trying day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melle killed an ant with my pencil case during history. She laughed so hard when she saw that the head was stuck on my pencil case causing Mr Ali asking her to stand for "playing in class". Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer in the library exploded in front of Liyi and I today. I SWEAR it was super loud and embarrassing. I practically jumped off the chair. HAHA. Everybody's head turned towards us. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's pe with Mr Samad tmr. *dies* AND tarian all the way till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my schoolbag is getting heavier. Or maybe it's just the burden of having to go through the whole sombre process day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have to say is: Think about. Then ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5891390665490003295?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5891390665490003295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5891390665490003295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5891390665490003295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5891390665490003295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/smelly-feet.html' title='Smelly Feet'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6377157572106584100</id><published>2008-01-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T13:28:31.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the crew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>When Will I See Your Face Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was a long but fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the day by studying with Melle at the Airport. Finished Lit and History SBQ Essay! Power!! As per normal, we laughed at crazy things and kept disturbing Chang who was dying while trying to do his econs mind map. Muahhahaa...we did it already! We got so bored we started singing the Name Game Song. Pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met some juniors that i used to book before as a prefect at Popeyes. Haha. They still recognise me. Love the Cajun fries. Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. I had the sweetest surprise when Bab told me what happened to her! Hahahaha! I saw the post already Bab!! So cute la!! Oh wait, Ms M, i mean. Haha. What is it with people declaring their love for another on their blogs these days? Is it a new trend or something?? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, i met up with the crew minus Bab and Bhav for Pearlo's bbq birthday party! It's so nice to meet the whole crew again. Played our funny games while the three fools did that super weird japanese anime dance. Haha. Shared stories and school songs. "Po, Temasek, po!"Hahahaha. I think since we all lead different paths now, times when we meet up and catch up on each other is one that is truly cherished. I guess blogs are the only other way for us to keep informed. I realised that when i speak of somethings that is linked to my past, u guys are the ones that gets me best. I feel blessed to have such great, albeit wonky, friends=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="335" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rsxxob3d0As&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rsxxob3d0As&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="335" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I Am, everyday&lt;br /&gt;Since you said, you’d come again,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not fair, cos’ you’re not here,&lt;br /&gt;I wait in vain, but nothing has changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m a flower, soaking in the Rain,&lt;br /&gt;If I could wish one thing, I’d hear you call my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So when will I see your face again,&lt;br /&gt;When will you touch my life again,&lt;br /&gt;When will I breathe you in again&lt;br /&gt;I think I love you …will I see your face again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Little thing, like the rain coming,&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me a certain kind of way,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me girl, where are you now,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I don’t know how much longer I can wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m a dreamer, waiting for the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When you’re coming in, I know my life’s begun,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me girl…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6377157572106584100?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6377157572106584100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6377157572106584100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6377157572106584100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6377157572106584100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-will-i-see-your-face-again.html' title='When Will I See Your Face Again'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6339037840934612870</id><published>2008-01-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:50:34.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote/Unquote'/><title type='text'>Quote/Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes I wonder why I have to go through this. A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; that has to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;borne alone&lt;/span&gt;. But I suppose as is with most things if you don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fully grieve&lt;/span&gt;, you'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fully heal and grow&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Sister, the skinny anaemic monster:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6339037840934612870?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6339037840934612870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6339037840934612870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6339037840934612870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6339037840934612870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/quoteunquote.html' title='Quote/Unquote'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3194791091255096437</id><published>2008-01-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:51:47.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='07A05'/><title type='text'>Beep.</title><content type='html'>This week has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datelines to meet, lessons with psychotic teachers and really crazy classmates to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all the other things that have to take place as well. All i can say is that i'm trying. Really. I am. Never doubt it. I know i am one who is prone to blunders but i'm trying my best. I WILL get better at this. I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i must have owed my bunch of crazy friends something in their past life. Haha. They are SO MEAN LA. Threatening to pull my eyelash somemore, right alfie. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one day where everyone seem light hearted. Besides the fact that i was the target to all misfortunes, it's nice to see everyone laughing. We should do these kind of gathering more often girls! I just hope chang and dizy stop trying to cast magic spells on my head. Pain seh. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should spend some time with the other girls as well. They're really awesome! I never knew they can be so crazily funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very sweaty (thanks to pe with mr samad and tarian) and blahh kind of day. Sounds pretty normal to me. Sad right?=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-3194791091255096437?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/3194791091255096437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=3194791091255096437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3194791091255096437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/3194791091255096437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/beep.html' title='Beep.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7517109745479168961</id><published>2008-01-12T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:50:35.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peapods and Teapots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY LEGS HURT LIKE ^$%&amp;amp;*(!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's pe was a killer. All the jumping janes and burpies what not is cramp inducing! Eliza and I was practically waddling around the whole day. Stairs or anything with a gradient are my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisrt we went for the orentation thing which was super funny. Saw some juniors from hmt at temasek, not sure if they recognized me. Unfortunately we had to run around a bit. I was the station master of the gunny sack race with Hannah. Everyone seemed to have fun so all's good=) And yes, eliza was jumping in a gunny sack. HAHA, sorry babe, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went to Orchard. Met her mom and they went to shop for some things. Those two are so alike it's scary. Arguing over shoes and bedsheets. O_______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy in the mrt wore a shirt that was of the same material as eliza's new bedsheets. That was pretty amusing. I need a massage. I can't feel my toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7517109745479168961?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7517109745479168961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7517109745479168961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7517109745479168961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7517109745479168961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/peapods-and-teapots.html' title='Peapods and Teapots'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2099841382367488133</id><published>2008-01-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:24:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of my element.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't it strange. When you enter a lecture theater, someone whom you have never seen in your life greets you with your name. People whom you have never talk to or see before knows you so well. Name, class and whether or not i'm single o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then you feel so bad cos you don't know how to address them cos at one point of time there must be some reciprocation to a conversation, yes? And then you start to feel foolish cos you have to ask the girl next to you the name of the people who are talking to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then a whole entourage which you have been hoping to avoid, though knowing it's bloody impossible, plonk themselves beside you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, maybe not the entourage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's just one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dilemma dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2099841382367488133?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2099841382367488133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2099841382367488133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2099841382367488133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2099841382367488133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-has-only-just-begun.html' title='Out of my element.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7606492196539297628</id><published>2008-01-08T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:08:43.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lit essay is shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That sums up the post for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But it's still shit though. Babs and i have been online for the past 4 hours trying to figure out how to crap through the essay. Whe you've reached the point where you have to think to write crap, you have a shit essay. Blahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Revision vs Reconstruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wth is the bloody difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm on the verge of crying out of exasperation. How incredulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lessons were a bore today. The weather has been really windy and cold. Ballet is the new badminton. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okaayyyy, i need to get back to the piece of shit work. Focus sufie, focus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need another carton of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chocolate milk&lt;/span&gt;. Pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Literature essays are big wooly mammoths in dusguise."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7606492196539297628?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7606492196539297628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7606492196539297628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7606492196539297628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7606492196539297628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-lit-essay-is-shit.html' title='My lit essay is shit.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-5362030782133507434</id><published>2008-01-07T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:51:30.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the peanut?</title><content type='html'>I yearn to be a sloth. I don't know why but school seems to be sucking the energy out of me these days. Major headaches and super long naps. How unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something is wrong but i don't know what it is. Maybe it'll just take time for me to register back to the school mode. So lazyyy. School is tres horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat a banana split.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-5362030782133507434?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/5362030782133507434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=5362030782133507434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5362030782133507434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/5362030782133507434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheres-peanut.html' title='Where&apos;s the peanut?'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-811651720065184491</id><published>2008-01-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:38:20.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baubles and Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R398r9hSkiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LObyXGi_vbo/s1600-h/cupcakesonly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151973593425547810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R398r9hSkiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LObyXGi_vbo/s320/cupcakesonly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;today was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and went for miss tan's wedding. she looked lovely and the whole mass reminded me of sac. all the hymns were so familiar. i love eclairs and cupcakes! Congrats ms tan and hubby on your wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the service, liyi, jane, eliza, melle, rara and myself headed to airport for lunch at sakae! it was fun looking at rara cringe when she bites into something unfamiliar. heehee...mystery shrimp patty with mayo and fish flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we walked a bit when i saw my little cousin running like a crazed monkey in his barney t shirt. saw the rest of the family nearby. then we headed to coffee bean where we parked our asses for over three freakin hours. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about EVERYTHING. school, anal teachers, weirdos, boys, various anatomy, orientation, toys, kids...etc. i think our topics of discussion might have frightened away some of the people around us. liyi was being super funny, my back ached. and then all of a sudden people started throwing the nipple around. funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight. got to start with homework. essays due monday. bleugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-811651720065184491?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/811651720065184491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=811651720065184491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/811651720065184491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/811651720065184491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/flying-nipple.html' title='Baubles and Bells'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R398r9hSkiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LObyXGi_vbo/s72-c/cupcakesonly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4347113400583946807</id><published>2008-01-04T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:54:12.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop me with a chainsaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Three days have passed since the school year officially started. Not surprisingly, there is one mountain pile of homework for the weekends already. ^*$*%^$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started off pretty slowly at first but i guess everyone just needed time to warm up. Like in  a microwave. Blahhh. I haven't seen Bibs at all for the past three days. WHERE ARE YOU WOMAN!?!? Bab and i now have gp together! The odds. GP test was interesting and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classrooms are painted sunny yellow and salmon pink now. How blinding. Actually, i remembered telling Eliza to make the school paint the walls to make it look more welcoming during a feedback session. Gahahhaha. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I was devastated by the fact that my Mr Gay is no longer teaching me history!!!!!!!!!!!! So sad! Now we cannot have fun during history tutorials anymore. No more sudden outburst of laughter cos Mr Ali is so strict. Oh well=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...Miss Tan's wedding is tmr. Looking forward to what we'd do after the service. Hmm, wonder how she'll look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will slowly turn back to how it was. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You were once a dumpling, but you're now a tempura prawn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4347113400583946807?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4347113400583946807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4347113400583946807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4347113400583946807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4347113400583946807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2008/01/chop-me-with-chainsaw.html' title='Chop me with a chainsaw'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2058054729166244203</id><published>2007-12-31T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:24:49.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Bizzare Love Triangle - Frente</title><content type='html'>A few more hours to a new dawn, a new day, a new year. I think 2008 will be a great and trying year. This past year has been one for new experiences and friendships in which will always be treasured. Jam packed with many harsh as well as good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for the new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) start saving money!!&lt;br /&gt;2) study study study. it's gonna be the a-level's baby!&lt;br /&gt;3) SHINE! ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Simple and hopefully easily achievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is an old video of an old favourite song. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;Its no problem of mine but its a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And its what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd never see just what were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2058054729166244203?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2058054729166244203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2058054729166244203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2058054729166244203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2058054729166244203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/bizzare-love-triangle-frente.html' title='Bizzare Love Triangle - Frente'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4117541618183588313</id><published>2007-12-26T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:35:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabby Sticks &amp; Fishy Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't believe this. It's happening again. This roller coaster ride. I thought it was decided a year ago. A whole freaking YEAR (and a few months, i think). Now i'm back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, yes, i was pleasantly surprised when you called. It was nice to have that warm and fuzzy feeling where i know that there is someone whom i can truly depend on. Talk about things that one would not talk about in polite converstaions. One whom i don't have to set any boundaries. I missed that friend who will always try to do random and stupid things and accommodate my  (rather inane) whims. And then all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KABABOOOM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i should give you a good whack for making me go through that whole yoyo phase again or be flattered by your act of utter stupidity. Though admittedly, it was rather hilarious. Sorry, my bad. What ever it is, i have really thought about my priorities for the upcoming year.  But as i said earlier, no promises. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4117541618183588313?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4117541618183588313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4117541618183588313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4117541618183588313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4117541618183588313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/crabby-sticks-fishy-fingers.html' title='Crabby Sticks &amp; Fishy Fingers'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8265113527510803852</id><published>2007-12-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:49:23.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coated with Bread Crumbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sis and i are having trouble trying to open a carton of Magnolia milk. The power of plastic. Or maybe our hands are just weak. Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell off a bike a few days ago when my sister wanted to roller blade at the park. The gears got stuck and it left me with a gash on my knee. It started to leak. But there was no toilet so i ended up walking, while i bleed and get infected by germs and bacteria  flying in the air, pulling my sis along with her blades on over the humps in the park for about two hours. Why the hell are there freaking humps in the park anyways?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I fell in front of the horses. I'm so ashamed! How am i to face the four-legged creatures again!? No. Not really. I'm not ashamed. It was just a very painful experience. Bloody too. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'll have one big scab on my knee. I hope it won't leave a scar or turn purple like Gloria's wound till she had to go for surgery (that's what Melle said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating a lot lately. That's good, i hope. I'm sure it will be hell during pe next year. Pure H-E-L-L. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I received $200 from some CDC or was it CC? I have no idea. But it's money so who cares. I have to collect it in school though. Bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in a week. I need to slowly start setting my brain in motion again. Next year is a serious year. SUPER DUPER serious. Constant vigilance is a must, but i'll make sure i play hard too;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8265113527510803852?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8265113527510803852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8265113527510803852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8265113527510803852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8265113527510803852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/coated-with-bread-crumbs.html' title='Coated with Bread Crumbs'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2163062933669664936</id><published>2007-12-19T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:31:33.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee's Knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm baaack! Yesm. My trip to kuala lumpur was good! Basically, it just a place to shop and stuff yourself with food.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145514714231640546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R2iKXthSkeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7_eTlsFRQ54/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view outide my hotel room. It was only a five minute walk to the twin towers. I think KL looks pretty at night. It was nice to get out of Singapore for a change. My siblings and i walked practically everywhere. I swear, the taxis there are out to extort money. ^$*&amp;amp;%*^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the day after i came back was my daddy's birthday! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 47th Bapak! &lt;/span&gt;Hope you liked the dinner at the steakhouse. I loved the cake with the chocolate ganache. Yummmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, not really in the mood to talk much. I'm off to watch some movies! Much love:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2163062933669664936?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2163062933669664936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2163062933669664936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2163062933669664936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2163062933669664936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/bees-knees.html' title='Bee&apos;s Knees'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R2iKXthSkeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7_eTlsFRQ54/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7223313992268311092</id><published>2007-12-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:44:26.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Sand between my toes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Headed down to East Coast with Melle and Rara for our potluck picnic today. We had apple crumble and super spicy tuna sandwiches. Nice nice. Then we kinda slacked on the beach, staring into the sky with our feet in the sand. Good times. Today was a good day. The sense of being carefree is only evident when you step away from the normal hustle and bustle of everyday life. We should do this more often. Yepp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom just told my siblings and i that we will be heading for kuala lumpur on saturday with my uncle's family. Quite surprising and very unexpected. So miss me, yes? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s if you are reading this, i'm really sorry for not keeping my promise. this trip just cropped up all of a sudden, with no warnings whatsoever. i really wanted to visit you and hopefully make u feel better. keep smiling ya. even if i'm not there physically, i'm with you in spirit. ahaha. cliche. stay strong kay. much love! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fLUjCTR1avQ&amp;amp;rel=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terus melangkah melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;Belah hati perhatikan sikapmu&lt;br /&gt;Jalan pikiranmu buatku ragu&lt;br /&gt;Tak mungkin ini tetap bertahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan mimpi terasa mengganggu&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba untuk terus menjauh&lt;br /&gt;Perlahan hatiku terbelenggu&lt;br /&gt;Kucoba untuk lanjutkan itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau bukanlah segalaku&lt;br /&gt;Bukan tempat tuk hentikan langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Usai sudah semua berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Biar hujan menghapus jejakmu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7223313992268311092?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7223313992268311092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7223313992268311092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7223313992268311092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7223313992268311092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/sand-between-my-toes.html' title='Sand between my toes.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1415986452164992216</id><published>2007-12-13T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:30:27.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Potter Puppet Pals</title><content type='html'>Heya! I realised that i haven't been posting any of my infamous youtube video finds. So, enjoy Potter fans! I promise, this video is cute in the Charlie the Unicorn kinda way.  Ahaha. You're in for a rather similar experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1415986452164992216?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1415986452164992216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1415986452164992216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1415986452164992216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1415986452164992216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/potter-puppet-pals.html' title='Potter Puppet Pals'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-779459699788497250</id><published>2007-12-12T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:26:09.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I managed to finish the book Night by Elie Weisel yesterday. It further reminds me how an account in a book is able to pull you into another world. Experience the pain and suffering that had once been experience by the author himself. It gives you the ability to form your own impression of the Holocaust. It allows you to feel the struggle in which Elie questioned his own faith, his own God. What has become of the Almighty being in which he praised and worshiped? Does He really hear the cries of the many Jews that were burnt alive and left to die in the hands of their assassins? These questions haunt Elie but eventually, there is nothing else that is able to give him strength other than his faith and the very will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an insight on the harsh reality of war and how a person come to realise that in such a situation, it is every man for himself. To hear your father call your name as he die but you are unable to move out of fear, to know that your mother and sisters are burnt alive for the very fact that they exist, to know that all that you have once possessed and loved are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19wBMs1hvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P3HQhF8xTTE/s1600-h/DSC00449_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19wBMs1hvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P3HQhF8xTTE/s400/DSC00449_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142952465371858674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book gives a whole new meaning of night. It is hard to not feel blessed when I look out of my window to see how the night in my life is far more welcoming, as it brings about another new day of great possibilities. But to Elie then, night was only an indication of a day closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-779459699788497250?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/779459699788497250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=779459699788497250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/779459699788497250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/779459699788497250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/night.html' title='Night.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19wBMs1hvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/P3HQhF8xTTE/s72-c/DSC00449_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-8097567815061805540</id><published>2007-12-11T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:37:06.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping</title><content type='html'>How spazz. hahaha. I think i'm becoming rounder ya'll! Woohoo! So sai kang must carry the shopping basket. Apparently the brother is too tall and the sister too small. Blahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19zAss1hxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HdJ5azT-dU4/s1600-h/DSC01179_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19zAss1hxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HdJ5azT-dU4/s320/DSC01179_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142955755316807442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-8097567815061805540?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/8097567815061805540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=8097567815061805540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8097567815061805540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/8097567815061805540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/grocery-shopping.html' title='Grocery Shopping'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/R19zAss1hxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HdJ5azT-dU4/s72-c/DSC01179_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2506126201440356715</id><published>2007-12-10T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:25:07.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Tell Me About It - Natalie Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During this rainy season, it's really nice to just lounge on the couch and drink a nice cup of tea while listening to the crooning of awesome jazz singers. This is a real nice composition by Michael Franks. Make use of the holidays to sit down and relax the mind. Set your thoughts in order before all chaos break loose when school reopens. Sit back and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BHjxBcv0dv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BHjxBcv0dv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, when we touch I shiver&lt;br /&gt;Just body language can you blame it&lt;br /&gt;My love's like a raging river&lt;br /&gt;And I think you're the one to tame it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2506126201440356715?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2506126201440356715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2506126201440356715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2506126201440356715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2506126201440356715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/tell-me-about-it-natalie-cole.html' title='Tell Me About It - Natalie Cole'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6175617593264062066</id><published>2007-12-10T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:36:29.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote/Unquote'/><title type='text'>Quote/Unquote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We're so busy thinking about our own bruises, our own scars,&lt;br /&gt;Till we forget how to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;But if we just take the time to peek into someone else's world,&lt;br /&gt;Even the unforgivable can be forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;- Spring Waltz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6175617593264062066?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6175617593264062066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6175617593264062066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6175617593264062066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6175617593264062066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Quote/Unquote'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-6253274420539394619</id><published>2007-12-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:31:56.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustafa and Megawati.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday is family day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bright and early with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared-me-shitless panda eyes&lt;/span&gt; cos i couldn't fall asleep until like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5am&lt;/span&gt; despite the fact that i went to bed promptly at midnight. My biological clock is all wonky. Totally loco. Got to do something about this. Shall drink chamomile tea or something before i sleep tonight. Bahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Today was a family outing day. After a short trip to my mom's office we went to Mustafa Centre. Walked a bit. Shopped for necessities yada yada...and then. DUN DUN DUN. We saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-president of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Mdm Megawati, shopping in MUSTAFA CENTRE. Oh, the irony. There were all the body guards and such but guess what they bought. Yesm. The people to forever at the cashier counter to scan in only god knows how many forks and spoons. Isn't this bloody amazing! Basically, she came all the way to Singapore to shop at Mustafa Centre for...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cutlery&lt;/span&gt;. Yesm. Her coiffure looks the same as when she's on tv. Gravity-defying. Amazing, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Mustafa Centre though. It's the store that sells everything that they can possibly sell. You'll find really cool and crazy things there. They were selling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crocodile eggs&lt;/span&gt; for $4.50 at the chocolates section and an unpriced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;statue of an Italian chef&lt;/span&gt; at the  ceramic-ware section. No wonder Megawati shopped there. It's just so unconventional. Think about it. How many supermarkets sell cocoa coated crocodile eggs and Italian chefs the size of a hobbit here? Precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walking round and round we went to have lunch at an Indian restaurant around the corner. I like Indian food. It has this ability to make you feel so contented after eating. I'm not referring to the same old prata and curry but other dishes like the naans, thosais, chapathis, tandoori etc etc. Awesomeness. And all the sauces and gravy. With a nice cup of teh tarik during this cold and clammy morning. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyeaa, basically that's how i spent the most part of the day. My sister's cup of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buttered sweetcorn&lt;/span&gt; exploded in my bag earlier. Now everything in it smells corn-y. Bleugh. And there is a dried vegetable looking thing (which is really just a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dead, flattened, baby house lizard&lt;/span&gt;) by the side table in my living room now. Say it with me, eeeeeeeew. How sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love my fellow friends. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-6253274420539394619?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/6253274420539394619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=6253274420539394619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6253274420539394619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/6253274420539394619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/mustafa-and-megawati.html' title='Mustafa and Megawati.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-7990407941108615701</id><published>2007-12-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:07:51.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frappes and Fartma, The Large.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Being the typical Singaporean that I am, how can i pass the opportunity of getting free Starbucks caffeine fix. So i met with Babachan and we queued for about 20 min to get our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Java Chip Frappe&lt;/span&gt;! Real good. Not intoxicating-ly sweet like the other kind of frappes. I love! $6.10 for a tall so it makes sense to order it when it's free innit. Ahahaha, free rider i am. Thank god the queue at the Simei branch wasn't so bad. We even managed to get nice comfy sofa seats. Yayy! Thumbs up to Starbucks open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about things a plenty. Had flashbacks about primary and secondary school and it reminded me of this tragic incident regarding our primary school discipline mistress Mdm Mong. Poor soul. She tripped over a trolley bag, it was the "in" school bag then, and then missed the steps of the circular foyer (aka the dry swimming pool) and fractured her ankle. The danger of being surrounded by primary school students. Ohh! And we talked about Mrs Filma too, the supposedly retireed relief teacher! Wonderful woman, in all sense of the word. Besides scaring the shit out of every girl in school, she has the amazing ability of insulting you to your face and tripping over her own toes. Ahaha. Being the class leader before, i remembered having to go up and down the class to fetch her anything she asked for and getting scolded when the chalk board wasn't clean.  Blahhh. Fartma rules! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. I have single-handedly destroyed the family pc. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-7990407941108615701?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/7990407941108615701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=7990407941108615701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7990407941108615701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/7990407941108615701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/frappes-and-fartma-large.html' title='Frappes and Fartma, The Large.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-4670737311758805808</id><published>2007-12-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:54:49.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kababooom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took a bus ride all the way to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOODLANDS&lt;/span&gt; today with rara and melle. We were that free. We haeded to Causewaypoint. So we walked around and stuff. We wnet to kiddy palace and played with sesame street puppets and i saw the &lt;strong&gt;most gorgeous furry polar bear&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! It's big enough to envelope you in its furriness but not huge enough to engulf you from breathing. I love that thing. Gahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we had lunch and i had a plate of &lt;strong&gt;artery-clogging fried kway teow&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so good. I promise i'll eat healthy for the next two days. After leaving the two so that they can watch Enchanted, i braced myself for the lonely bus-ride back to the east. The queue for 168 was so horrifyingly loooong. I even managed to make friends with a couple of polythechnic people while waiting for the bus. They thought i was &lt;strong&gt;a student in their poly&lt;/strong&gt;! Eh, first time seh. Normally people assume that i am still a secondary school student when i'm not in uniform so this is an upgrade! Ahahhaha...geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My sis passed her driving test at her third attempt today. &lt;strong&gt;Congrats woman!&lt;/strong&gt; But i still won't ride the car you're driving yet. Ahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-4670737311758805808?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/4670737311758805808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=4670737311758805808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4670737311758805808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/4670737311758805808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/kababooom.html' title='Kababooom!'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-2389026131418327331</id><published>2007-12-01T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T19:48:52.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogi Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was a nice day. I cycled all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; Park! And talked to horses. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yesm&lt;/span&gt;. Pitiful, isn't it. People seem so distant these days that i end up talking to horses. Oh well, they were really good listeners and they were really pretty! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, after chit-chatting with them for a bit, i cycled to the seaside and i was so amazed by the many groups of families with their tents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; pits. I missed those times when my whole family, with cousins and all, had one of those mass picnic things. I guess we all just grew older. Sat down at a nice spot under a palm tree, enjoying the sea breeze as it caresses my skin. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheyy&lt;/span&gt;, so poetic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Blahh&lt;/span&gt;. The sea breeze was really nice though. Cold and strong. Goosebumps inducing. I like. All of a sudden the peace and quiet was ambushed by this group of small kids screaming when the waves was approaching. Funny beings they are. Ran about with them for a while and we started to throw rocks into the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then i heard this boy asked his mummy. "Ma, if we throw the rocks into the sea, won't the fishes be hurt?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sighh&lt;/span&gt;. The beauty of innocence. He was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; in throwing the rocks in fear of hurting a fish. It's amazing how a young child can have so much more compassion as compared to the adults. It was really eye-opening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So basically, i spent the day cycling, talking to horses and playing with a bunch of kids that i do not know. Oh my god. I need therapy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-2389026131418327331?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/2389026131418327331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=2389026131418327331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2389026131418327331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/2389026131418327331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/12/yogi-bear.html' title='Yogi Bear'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1836275522851087309</id><published>2007-11-30T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T18:25:48.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs and sound'/><title type='text'>Ache - James Carrington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another brilliant song. Trust me. When i say brilliant, i mean brilliant. When you really fathom the message it's trying to put across, the deep deep longing that pains the heart and the listeners, it's one tear jerking piece. I love it. I love to listen to this song when i need to sit and think. One of my favourite accoustics songs ever. Enjoy and be prepared to be moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/IUv9YHQy-M/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IUv9YHQy-M/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it strange, the way things can change&lt;br /&gt;Life that you lead, turned on its head&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly someone, means more than you felt for&lt;br /&gt;A house and its yard, turns into home&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I meant to say,&lt;br /&gt;Many things along the way&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I ache, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that it took, writing words for my book&lt;br /&gt;Seems to have broken off&lt;br /&gt;The gate that I shut, last time I got hurt&lt;br /&gt;Seems to have opened itself&lt;br /&gt;Oh the world it's spinning now, it's trying to catch me up&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to appreciate, here and now&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I meant to say, many things along the way&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you I ache, for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1836275522851087309?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1836275522851087309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1836275522851087309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1836275522851087309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1836275522851087309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/11/james-carrington-ache.html' title='Ache - James Carrington'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-1145950974140055949</id><published>2007-11-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:34:16.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be elusive now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking at my horoscope and i found this. I think it applies to most of us. Sometimes, all we need is just to express what we really need to say in the simplest way possible. No need to shout. No need to go around in circles, meandering away from the main point. Just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophisticated language can be a veil to hide what you truly mean but are too afraid to say. But fancy talk can also be a tool to help folks understand what exactly it is that you mean at a high level. Which way you choose to use your stunning vocabulary is up to you, but it would be a shame to waste all your verbal skills by encouraging miscommunication. Camouflage is not your object. Don't be afraid to speak the truth, and don't cater to the lowest common denominator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9258435-1145950974140055949?l=deep-beneath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/feeds/1145950974140055949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9258435&amp;postID=1145950974140055949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1145950974140055949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9258435/posts/default/1145950974140055949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deep-beneath.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-be-elusive-now.html' title='Don&apos;t be elusive now.'/><author><name>Sufie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tx5b39KJU_8/Sfb6EXg_sdI/AAAAAAAAASQ/1aD8AOrP5hU/S220/pi+hk.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9258435.post-3154736426515821784</id><published>2007-11-26T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T20:00:04.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly devoted to youuuuuu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today melle and rarster came over to my house! We made brownies and watched Grease! The brownies with vanilla ice cream was decadent and the movie wonky. John Travolta graced us with his youthful charm while Olivia Newton John belted her songs in that amazingly high voice. Nice nice. We wanted to ride my bikes but we ended up sitting by the river and planning what to do for the rest of the hols instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several attempts by rara to hang upside down like that man on the monkey bar, we slacked in my room. Melle strummed the guitar, unfortunately, while we sat down talking abt random things. Today was a good day. I ended up walking around my whole neighbourhood alone after i sent them off. I like my neighbourhood. It's lively and home-y. I should take more night strolls with the accompaniment of music. It's really calming. As good as yoga. 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