<?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-10618373</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:41:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3s official blog :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-115262520541229385</id><published>2006-07-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T06:40:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man... This place is rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i heard half the class din turn up for school after the World Cup Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet we weren't missed by the teachers.... We'd have been either very rowdy/very sleepy if we'd been in school anyway. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with RJ and having school the following day after the World Cup... Even VJ found an excuse to make it a half day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope everyone did well for CTs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JWtheMan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-115262520541229385?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/115262520541229385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=115262520541229385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/115262520541229385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/115262520541229385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2006/07/man.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-114739924198815191</id><published>2006-05-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:00:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rawwwr</title><content type='html'>this place is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's better off dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-114739924198815191?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/114739924198815191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=114739924198815191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114739924198815191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114739924198815191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2006/05/rawwwr.html' title='rawwwr'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-114218002079955931</id><published>2006-03-12T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:13:40.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What am i doing here when i'm supposed to be ... nevermind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is totally ...dead... Someone should come here and really liven things up... New template and stuff, haha maybe even some media... Maybe after CTs la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of starting to miss stuff about sch already, the pizza and our audio cable(class speakers fully utilized). Things that made boring school for me kind of bright for the past few days. Interestingly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving to go out, although the exams are hardly past... Already making big plans regarding the 1st 5 places i'll visit after the Lit paper haha, maybe even after Chem i'll set myself free alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mugging all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To XY and the "time how long u can breathe out loud for" company, i realised that i can exhale an audible breath for 50 seconds flat.  Haha. Worship me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out, JW "The" Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-114218002079955931?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/114218002079955931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=114218002079955931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114218002079955931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114218002079955931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-am-i-doing-here-when-im-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-114172836693069353</id><published>2006-03-07T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T02:48:04.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>casting spell:revive on blog.which fails ultimately.</title><content type='html'>umm. the blog is totally DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;why is no one updating! =X&lt;br /&gt;anyway. all the best people ESPECIALLY for gp common test 2mr.&lt;br /&gt;which is gonna be a really yucks paper considering the fact that it's after lessons..&lt;br /&gt;why they choose to have lessons before common tests is just wayyy beyond my comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. although everyone's gonna be very no mood to do gp 2mr..&lt;br /&gt;jiayoux! and once again, ALL THE BEST FOR COMMON TEST! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-114172836693069353?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/114172836693069353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=114172836693069353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114172836693069353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/114172836693069353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2006/03/casting-spellrevive-on-blogwhich-fails.html' title='casting spell:revive on blog.which fails ultimately.'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-113345244335406141</id><published>2005-12-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:54:03.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>surprise! i actually rmb the pw. ok i'd like to say i'm hungry now after tea and dinner and supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-113345244335406141?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/113345244335406141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=113345244335406141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/113345244335406141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/113345244335406141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-113137086574905541</id><published>2005-11-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T05:41:05.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New template! Hahah i think it's a very funny template. Doesn't make sense, but very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo one year's gone, real fast rite? Next year we're 2s03s already, weirdd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class t shirt or class sweater? it'll be ready by next jan! haha.&lt;br /&gt;click on the side poll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-113137086574905541?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/113137086574905541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=113137086574905541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/113137086574905541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/113137086574905541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-template.html' title='New Template!'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-112472589807746490</id><published>2005-08-22T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T08:51:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the pressure in the class is mounting like O_O-ly ... (O_O basically means "i don't know how to describe so whatever feeling i am feeling will be replaced with O_O") with the stupid arrival of promos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i was feeling rather blah just now too. but i'm ok. and soooo i just pop in and tell everyone to just chill. what must come will come. not that we shouldn't prepare but yea, just try your best and leave the rest to fate or something yea? just make sure you don't regret it in the future and you'll still be a happy person! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea! so just relax ... and don't get too stressed up or else you will get depressed and den you will affect the entire class and then the entire class will get suicidal and then the school will have to close down and then without the closure of rjc, there will be less "elites" (yea rite ._.) in the workforce and then singapore will gradually disappear from the world map (notice the slippery slope here. haha. ok. bullshitting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just chill and take time off to play. mug hard people. and this is a story i think quite inspirational ... so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Marbles by Jeffrey Davis  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement shack with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning, turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know, the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about “a thousand marbles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say. “Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your Family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter’s dance recital.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, “Let me tell you something Tom, something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities.” And that’s when he began to explain his theory of a “thousand marbles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900 which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now stick with me Tom, I’m getting to the important part.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail,” he went on, “and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to roundup 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday then God has blessed me with a little extra time to be with my loved ones...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was nice to talk to you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your loved ones, and I hope to meet you again someday. Have a good morning!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show’s moderator didn’t have anything to say for a few moments. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to do some work that morning, then go to the gym. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. “C’mon honey, I’m taking you and the kids to breakfast.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What brought this on?” she asked with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, nothing special,” I said. “It has just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we’re out? I need to buy some marbles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget to make time for your frens and family =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the class's telephone,&lt;br /&gt;cheng-a-ling-a-leng (PLEASE NOTE THE PRONOUCIATION hehs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: good luck for the errr promos =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-112472589807746490?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/112472589807746490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=112472589807746490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112472589807746490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112472589807746490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/08/heys-all-as-pressure-in-class-is.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-112185997795802029</id><published>2005-07-20T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T04:49:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are Men Happier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why Men Are Just Happier People?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect from such simple creatures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS is not in your vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear NO T-shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do festive shopping for 25 relatives in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder men are happier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-112185997795802029?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/112185997795802029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=112185997795802029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112185997795802029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112185997795802029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-are-men-happier.html' title='What are Men Happier?'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-112082459456520544</id><published>2005-07-08T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T05:09:54.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misleading Signs</title><content type='html'>It's amazing, isn't it. How quickly time trickles through our fingers like water from a tap. It's been 6 months and counting since I first entered this school and already I've been whipped into the rat race of Rafflesian life. It was and still is a constant struggle to keep my head above the water as I'm not at all used to such a high calibre environment. I hope none of us will give up in this dash towards the promos and subsequently the 'A's and get through it smoothly. Yes, it is an idyllic thought and it is obvious that drilling effort is mandatory... give and take. Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misleading Signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a restroom: TOILET OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Laundromat: AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a London department store: BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an office: WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another office: AFTER TEA BREAK, STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a secondhand shop: WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING -&gt; BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in health food shop window:  CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted in a safari park: ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen during a conference: FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in a farmer's field: THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message on a leaflet: IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a repair shop door: WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR -&gt; THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-112082459456520544?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/112082459456520544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=112082459456520544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112082459456520544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/112082459456520544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/07/misleading-signs.html' title='Misleading Signs'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111985547607312719</id><published>2005-06-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:58:51.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like. there goes ECONS. out of the window.</title><content type='html'>sigh. econs today was totally totally TOTALLY gone.&lt;br /&gt;for those not taking econs. CONGRATULATE YOURSELVES FOR NOT TAKING IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;the drq was the major killer. i think no one understood what it was asking and at the same time, the questions were also quite out-of-point. anyway. i had absolutely no idea what i was writing about..(mainly crap i guess)..and they broke it up into like. separate sections and collected them section by section..damnits..that's a terrible arrangement..&lt;br /&gt;like. after 45 mins..they collected essay.. then 50 mins later..DRQ..then 45 mins later..MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;like. 45 mins for MCQ is really really ridiculous. like. it's only 20 qns? and 45 mins is a bit too absurd right? sigh. i finished MCQ with 15 mins to spare and reflect upon how little time there was to finish essay and that this 15 extra @*(&amp;)#%^#)$&amp;amp;@ mins could have helped in deciding whether the essay could be finished. damn.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. i'm apologising in advance to the econs ppl. if i dun get the A for econs..and every1 passes. i'm super sorry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in*sanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111985547607312719?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111985547607312719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111985547607312719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111985547607312719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111985547607312719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-there-goes-econs-out-of-window.html' title='like. there goes ECONS. out of the window.'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111872510281439823</id><published>2005-06-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:58:22.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok new layout cos the old pics were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to do a new one, so i juz substituted the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of this layout is 'time has no meaning'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the password is gone. so teachers can read this blog now. so be careful wat u write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111872510281439823?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111872510281439823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111872510281439823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111872510281439823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111872510281439823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-new-layout-cos-old-pics-were.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111848861199841073</id><published>2005-06-11T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T04:19:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: 孫燕姿 - 原點&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS PROOF THAT I KNOW CHINESE. ok. i am borreed. damn sianz. its lemme see 7.14 now. i bet u guys are studying! sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh! i must study. starts chanting. -study study study study study- yea. i'm studying. (yea right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look! i am mad! haha. ok. i am just wasting a space on blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hestitating whether i shld but this up a nt. ok. i should. nice entry. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i lost my wallet. i'm damn sad. shit. it's my LONGEST WALLET EVER. for like 1.5 yrs. and NOW I LOST IT. shouldnt have gone to that stupid concert. oh. and my frens insisted that it ran away from me because i mistreated it. please la. i'm like uber kind to my wallet. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and guess who is this? got prize for guessing. haha. errr. wat prize. ok. one lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos. have fun studying yea? studying is fun! i SOOOO LUURRVVVVEEEE &lt;3 x100000 (acting bimbotic) studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111848861199841073?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111848861199841073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111848861199841073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111848861199841073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111848861199841073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/06/music.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111754630822744553</id><published>2005-05-31T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:31:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An attempt to liven up this blog.</title><content type='html'>Finally got the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/padawanlearner/DSCN1206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;For your amusement.&lt;/a&gt; I was at the ROTS charity premiere, btw. And that stick thing is supposed to be a lightsabre... I think the flash washed out the blue glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v373/padawanlearner/IMG_0389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is us outside Cine! =D This time, the battery was dying. An electro-luminescent (EL) blade sabre is a battery-eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think I'm boring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end babble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MTFBWY&lt;br /&gt;Clare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111754630822744553?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111754630822744553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111754630822744553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111754630822744553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111754630822744553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/05/attempt-to-liven-up-this-blog.html' title='An attempt to liven up this blog.'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111614727417208382</id><published>2005-05-15T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:54:34.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, a dedication to a someone!</title><content type='html'>if you can't stand vulgarity, or LOVE english, please take care not to read this following letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear @()&amp;#$*)#@_,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recommend this treatment for you. why not you just go jump out of the window? i'm sure that it would be instant liposuction for you instead of wasting ur money to go for the actual thing, and besides, it would probably too girly for you right. sigh. should you jump, singapore's oil reserves for a year will be supplied already and the world would be rid of a menace. how sad that you have not decided to go for this treatment, aptly titled, boing boing splat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was today the day of ur period? first thing you came into class was to switch to ultra PMS mode. gee. i had no idea it was that easy to become pms and touchy and whiny and irritating. you just had to say some really fucktarded sentence like. " what are you in school for, to model or to study?" like excuse me. where's the bloody link? oh wait. it is oh-so-you. fucktardation to the max. how contaminating. even anthrax would be repelled by you, that's how noxious you are. and anyway, that personal attack was unfounded. and it was plain RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;AND you just had to tick us off about manners right? what about yourself? justify ur OWN BEHAVIOUR before you tick people off. such a pain in the neck like you does NOT qualify AT ALL to tell us about manners especially when you fail simple basic courtesy like treating people with respect. apparently, you can even FAIL this simple aspect. personal attacking people. saying sexist things. you can just go and jump. a world without you is so much better than a world with you which is damn screwed up because of what you DO and SAY and BEHAVE. and EXPECT people to follow you. i say. FUCK OFF. and DIE.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i forgot. is ur world one of silence and inactivity? judging from your mental capacity, i guess silence, tick and inactivity, a clear indication will be ur "oh-so-sensual" and "oh-so-attractive" "hot" bod.you make me PUKE. apparently we can't talk to each other, so we must walk around the school like a funeral just happened, or an entity which steals voices lurks around the corner waiting to steal our voices. like wow. that's utter rubbish! just like the person who suggested it, namely you. DUH. and jumping arnd the track is for conditioning, wait, u just need to condition ur fats to twist and jiggle and sag. oh well. whatever. ur just in need of a lifetime membership to sensualite slimming.&lt;br /&gt;oh finally, did you insist that everyone thinks GP 24-7? hey, go and fly a kite bitch. i swear that GP SUCKS because of YOU, and wait, so DO YOU. so why would i think of horrendous thoughts when i could occupy my mind with more delightful thoughts? well, you are just lamely pathetic and trying your utmost best and FAILING MISERABLY to control our thought.like GP is something everyone should have on their minds at every minute every second. MADAME, there is a bloody reason why the hell GP is an AO subject. YOU fool. i think that bio chem econs and maths should be occupying my mind, not some crap teacher's rubbish rambling. my goodness, we are in 2005 singapore, not 1959 soviet union! think you are some secret police? like wow. sorry propanganda is usually met with cynicism. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. this is an accurate description of what happened during GP today. ta.&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have exaggerated, but well, it's my thought! and you suck, PLEASE fall down the steps and break ur arms in three pieces and ur legs into four and sever ur whole spinal cord. hopefully you'll be bed bound..and PLS. NEVER be able to get up again. TATA. and i hate you. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. ivan here..this letter was dedicated to a certain oil field in the class. hope you all get my meaning :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111614727417208382?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111614727417208382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111614727417208382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111614727417208382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111614727417208382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-dedication-to-someone.html' title='oh, a dedication to a someone!'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111591247672085398</id><published>2005-05-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:41:16.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://publish.hometown.aol.com/sithmatmevam/images/gokupowerupsshd.gif" border="0" /&gt; Greetings all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.. Thought i would come here and blog a bit.. And bring a little bit of my blog here.. LOL.. The greetings all part... Hahah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i thought Dance Nite was gd and the dancers in our class did very well.. I thought Wanjun &amp; Minzheng's item was very gd... Both of them danced very well.. And Melissa's item was very spectacular.. The gymnastics one.. All the ribbons and batons and backflips and cartwheels and stuff.. Haha.. And i thought Xinling made a wonderful Emcee, the intonation, expression and pronunciation were all there.. Onli the dress looked slightly funny to be frank.. LOL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANGO CHUA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, who made a lot of noise and was sitting beside me, i could have enjoyed the performance to it's fullest. Oops.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TC ppl,&lt;br&gt;JW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111591247672085398?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111591247672085398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111591247672085398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111591247672085398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111591247672085398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/05/greetings-all-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111563986300116490</id><published>2005-05-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:38:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo i'm finally writing in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;it's rather pathetic, don't you think? esp with the horribly long &amp; inaccurate historic adaptation by mango. anyway i'm v bored so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;GP today was the best ever! altho i'm so-called GP rep &amp;amp; was s'posed to go look for the eff-ing potbellied tchr and didn't. as i've mentioned on my blog, he shld just &lt;strong&gt;go and die&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'm bored already. i see why no one writes in it. i can see why this blog is so dead, as samuel said.&lt;br /&gt;ladidum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can u tell i'm trying to force more words into this otherwise pathetic attempt at livening up our class blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;People of 3s: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;write&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case u dunno, the username is s03s &amp; the password is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;censored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; no, i'm not the one responsible for the lame password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ YY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111563986300116490?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111563986300116490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111563986300116490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111563986300116490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111563986300116490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/05/woohoo-im-finally-writing-in-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111478070383278261</id><published>2005-04-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T06:28:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class Poem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the midst of RJC,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lies a group of people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're gonna hate what you see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I recommend you close the window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baldwin, YY, Xin Ling, Christie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xue Ying, Wan Lin, Elsie;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yii Wen, MingJuan, Jeremy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Samuel, Tina, Jun Wee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yams, Sue Faye, Melissa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivan, Clare and Si Qi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheng Leng, Wan Jun, Andrea,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lester and Farah too!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh of course there's spastic Mango,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The obnoxious class fool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(psst...Not to forget the class couple-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Melvin and Felix.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GP lessons forever bore,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In bio, heads keep drooping,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By chemistry we're on the floor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In maths, already sleeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it's time to go our ways,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Econs, HCL and Lit-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and oh again, the odd one out-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only history twit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuses flood our PE class-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh I'm feeling sick!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In actual fact the sun's too hot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the meal we had, too big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(we can't afford to have stitches you know...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teachers, some of which we like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Lee, whom we do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although with Tina he always fights,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And his hate for AC dudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Nair, whom with we had,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A rather rough beginning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then we got the hang of it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And learnt to like the smiling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Kong, although she's new,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've hit off rather well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's very much remembered for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Releasing us before the bell!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(well, we're hungry...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I guess 'tis the poem's end,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now do PI i must;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PW's driving me round the bend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's hope for a united class!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Samuel, last stanza contributed by MJ&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/10618373-111478070383278261?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111469357812122003</id><published>2005-04-28T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T06:06:18.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poor attempt to revive the blog</title><content type='html'>K... the reason tat i even attemptted such dumb thing is cos i'm once again in the sianz mood... and when i m too sianz i will end up doing silly things as most 1st 3 months pple will noe... (the most attracive poll)... Yar so here's once again another..... stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry as i wanna stress.... is completely impulse orientated. IRMS (i reilterate my stand)... this is complete impulse orientated... and as usual i m those who do b4 thinking anything... and half the time i haf no idea wad i mdoing.. Bah bah bah... cant help it... i aint mentally inclined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar.. now to the body of this pathetic entry... (for those slow poke out there who didnt realise... i m trying to vow for the longest blog entry ever...) so now here comes an analogy... smth i dare say i m good at... cos i aint gd as most thing anyway...Yar. This is basically based solely on my pov... so if i accidentally offend anyone (yes samuel?!) pls forgive me.... then again... nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an history student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class symbolises the world. It was the time after WW1... Finally tat gay Germany is defeated and everyone gains 1 full month of break... after a possibly 1 whole year of mugging. But tat's not the pt. The pt is the world, after all those econ recovery crap, is dominated by 4 major great powers... The British, the French and the infant to be superpowers US and USSR (although now known as Russia...) So bonding yada yada yada.. international cooperation... Came for the first direct contact.. the Treaty of Versailles... if playing mafia was gay... but tat's  not the pt once again... Wah i loved to sidetrack haha... cant help myself. Anyway so the decision on Germany was made and everyone got on wif their way of lives... the US the USSR, France and Britain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of cos due to the geographical location and the involvement during WW1, France and Britain had strong ties.. (but of cos 5 pple who can deny... used to be more, but the Great Depression b4 tat wiped everyone out... and someone decided to go Australia... or to US tat) Nvm bout tat, so secretly they came together for conferences on the world econ and politics... at the secret bridge hangout. But who can help it.. all of them happened to haf odd breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the US, led currently by Roosevelt and gang...of 3 handsome pple... but since when was Roosevelt black (whoops!! haha) K so of cos i cant say much abt US.. i happened to be British if u slow poke reading this didnt realise this (rite Samuel... haha this is to get back at the dumb comments on the blog.... ) But then again, wif them again, US became one of the strongest econ pple.... A BIT THE DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But cos of their active participation, the world once again can laugh... at them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the USSR... Same here i cant say much abt USSR... but they sure r pple deprived of sex... i mean Measure for Measure who can deny tat... must be caused by Rasputin... (all those Russians reading this... pls dun be offended... this is an analogy after all) And of cos who can deny the cold weather... it's FROSTing But of cos, comes the internal revolution and all those communist crap.. and after tat... all of them became so guai... i mean Stalin lol... of cos get whipped into becoming guai, after sch never see them one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the ENEMY... HILTER... and HER Germany... GAY again.. i mean i dun personally hate her... it's jus... well let me think of a reason first. So the world is to united at this biological treat. But the world... isnt reali united. The delay of the second front (y are the US pple always standing... more often) and those USSR pple sure dun turn out much for the Yalta Conference(yar.. how many USSR peeps actually go gaf hse and still tag along after tat) Yar so world conflict?? Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow or another Hilter was defeated finally... cos the world stood up against concept maps.. YEAH But the USSR pple took the impact... how many pple died b4 the opening of 2nd front.. and of cos USSR had to apologize via sms after tat.. but the world is kinda divided... underlying tensions. To top it off... came the fact tat Brits and France cant take the econ recoil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait for part 2 haha... i gtg liao anyway... Too tired liao.. zonking off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yar till next time&lt;br /&gt;MingHao&lt;br /&gt;out of boredom and ... gayness... and lack of happiness (haha.. jus kdding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111469357812122003?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111469357812122003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111469357812122003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111469357812122003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111469357812122003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/04/poor-attempt-to-revive-blog.html' title='A poor attempt to revive the blog'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-111356632293268199</id><published>2005-04-15T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T04:58:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-blog!</title><content type='html'>Okie!&lt;br /&gt;First update in a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;Erm...pe was...... fun!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-111356632293268199?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/111356632293268199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=111356632293268199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111356632293268199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/111356632293268199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/04/re-blog.html' title='Re-blog!'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110961074582395729</id><published>2005-02-28T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T09:12:25.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm...</title><content type='html'>So how did everybody do for the O levels? &lt;br /&gt;-Zek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110961074582395729?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110961074582395729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110961074582395729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110961074582395729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110961074582395729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/umm.html' title='Umm...'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110925261059565021</id><published>2005-02-24T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:45:26.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results on Monday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh man...&lt;/span&gt; results are coming out this coming Monday! It's really worrying... Hope we get to stick together eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-Zek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110925261059565021?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110925261059565021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110925261059565021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110925261059565021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110925261059565021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/results-on-monday.html' title='Results on Monday...'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110916366072372937</id><published>2005-02-23T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:34:51.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mango Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;was a boy who loved a feather boa- which was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; and fluffy with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; spots. He brought it everywhere he went and would not sleep without it around his neck. He thought it was a fashion statement and hence he gave himself a pet-name - Madonna. He insisted he was the original- and she, the fake, who deserved to be pushed off a chimney stack.&lt;br /&gt;Madonna brought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to court and alas! Alack! He had to pay her FIFTY WHOLE CENTS! Unfortunately, he had only five. He offered to drop 45 instead. Madonna refused, and used her high stiletto heels to kick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nto oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;In the land of oblivion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, ruled by the queen called Pomelion, its citizens looked to the sky- and saw a figure up high. The figure was eating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;figs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, the small fruits strung up on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twigs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was also drinking snapple. IN FACT, it was an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Therefore it was a cannibal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mango &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;looked up and cried, "Can I join you in this wonderful rite?" The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Snapple-drinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;said, "alright!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pulled out a bottle- Snapple "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Madness".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mango&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;drank the drink and got drunk as he drank... ... ... to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110916366072372937?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110916366072372937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110916366072372937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110916366072372937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110916366072372937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/mango-story.html' title='The Mango Story'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110855734096940735</id><published>2005-02-16T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:39:42.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posthumous Poem by Robert Frost with Expert Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flip Plop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The leaves of the bamboo sit still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cricket jumped over the window sill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kite flies in the afternoon breeze;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It got caught in the leaves-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun was shining in the open sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hung the laundry out to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a dark room, a girl cries 'why oh why?';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moon answered with a sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soft snoring floats over the classroom rows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sleep the sweetest dream that student knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And upon mists of dreams the heavens sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The angels lying where no man dares peep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mellifluous sounds from the golden harp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accompany the leaps of the golden carp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a flip and a flop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a plip and a plop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man appeared selling cough drops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cough drops which really hopped!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hopped until they came upon the sea-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fell inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cure for cough was lost, alas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expert Analysis by Ms Veheeheera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is a wonderful discovery that adds to the wonderful collection of Robert Frost's much loved poems. 'Flip plop'- it was never published for an unknown reason, however, expert critics like me think that it's because the poem is of a higher calibre and hence mere mortals that existed back in the early 1900s won't have understood. Of course, in the 21st century with people like me, we are able to fully appreciate the wonderful detailed- and deceptively simplistic writing style of Mr Frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The opening lines "The leaves of the bamboo sit still/A cricket jumped over the window sill" is of much significance. I think Frost is trying to contrast the lack of motion in the initial line with the second line. This shows both the vibrant and the quiet side of nature. However, I have read deeper into the opening and I believe the cricket is some sort of a phallic object and I think it bears close resemblance to the 'Bright Green Snake" in &lt;strong&gt;Mowing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The "kite" in line 3 gets "caught in the leaves"- this shows the limited freedom of humans. No matter how unrestrained we can be, the law clamps down after a certain extent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The theme of &lt;strong&gt;Laundry &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Sun &lt;/strong&gt;is a refreshing aspect in "Plip flop". Indeed, we all know that Robert Frost does not mean this literally. In fact, I believe that this is a continuation of the previous theme of limited freedom. After being "clamped down by the law", like wet laundry, criminals are put to face the music- in this case, the hot sun to dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a drastic change in subject matter with the introduction of the "moon" in line 8, which is response to an eerie statement by a girl in line 7. I think Frost is trying to show that no matter how sunny it was or happy life can be, depression still exists and it is indeed a difficult issue to tackle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Soft snoring floats...rows" in line 9 to "The angels...peep" in line 12 is the theme of rest and recuperation. Frost is trying to show that the only cure for depression is plenty of rest. Even angels have to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The "harp" and the "carp", I believe are a commentary on poetry. Frost is trying to express that poems are just expressions of thought, and hence should not be read deeply into. However, of course, Frost was just being humble about his poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"With a flip...a plop" in lines 15 and 16 give rise to the title. Again, I suspect Frost is trying to insert a heavy sexual innuendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A man appeared, selling cough drops...hopped!&lt;/strong&gt;" A mysterious line indeed. Cough drops are believed to symbolise the uselessness of medicine in curing depression, as in the end of the poem, the hopping cough drops fell into the sea (last line). Frost indeed believes that the cure for depression is indeed lots of rest, and not medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Flip Plop" is indeed an interesting poem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall list the themes that exist in this poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Day and Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Leaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Sleep and Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Medicine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Laundry and Sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theme of Freedom and Control&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/10618373-110855734096940735?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110855734096940735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110855734096940735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110855734096940735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110855734096940735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/posthumous-poem-by-robert-frost-with.html' title='Posthumous Poem by Robert Frost with Expert Analysis'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110787671858014797</id><published>2005-02-08T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T07:31:58.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;warning: the following is just me whining. do NOT read if depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;isit just me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or does cny feel more n more unreal every year? dun even feel like celebrating it this year....excitement level:0. maybe it's natural to feel more skeptical abt celebrating as you becum older-just dont seem that great anymore. half day at sch. home. nap so tt you can stay up later. eat reunion dinner. sleep late. go kl visiting. collect ang baos. come home. bleagh. wish i could take a break from cny just this year. wish me good luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;p.s. new item this year: throwing face 3x in front of pple i dont know. yams: you owe me one, BIG TIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110787671858014797?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110787671858014797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110787671858014797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110787671858014797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110787671858014797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='cny'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110778258700541365</id><published>2005-02-07T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T05:23:07.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vain Effort</title><content type='html'>ok! since nobody besides Mango is bothered with blogging, I shall recount the entire Monday from my viewpoint! :) of course, only the relevant class stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0740&lt;/strong&gt; hurriedly dashed to the parade squre for assembly! shit! last one in the row, that means Mrs Nair can observe me. sigh. Stood beside Clare, behind Ming Juan and Elsie. Singing the National Anthem...lalala. Was hoping Mrs Nair won't notice that i'm actually mouthing. Realised Joanne was standing behind me...carried on mouthing national anthem. After all the crap, was rather bemused with the mini-chinGAY parade. okie. After college anthem(which i didn't sing either), showed Yams n Yii Wen the movie poster thing cos Yii Wen didn't check our yahoo grp. tsk tsk. Xueying told me that there was some CT-rep meeting! (oops...i was always dun pay attention to announcements!) Turns out that we have to present our beloved civics tutor with oranges tmr. After much responsibility-pushing, Xueying and I decided to let Yams present the oranges. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0800 &lt;/strong&gt;Lit Lesson with Ms Veera! Okie-what active class participation. Everyone was stoning- must be the fact the Mrs Nair insisted that we must do bio mindmap till june's common test. AGRHH. Home Burial is so long....draggy. Going to sleep.... was rather impressed by Miss Veera's interpretation of minute detail. :) Pestered Clare to fill up the Movie Poster Form. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0900&lt;/strong&gt; Chem Lesson with the Funniest Teacher. Sat beside Xueying and behind Mango. Was too busy comparing answers... Mango was particularly upset that we wrote his name on the list of pple who didn't do the Mass Spectra tutorial. That's becos he wants to remain in Mr Lee's good books. wah-so guai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000 &lt;/strong&gt;Bio Lecture with the best Bio Lecturer Mr Chan! interesting lecture. Sat beside Baldwin and MJ. MJ pointed out the 'chewy dragees' i wrote on her table a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1100&lt;/strong&gt; Math Tutorial...zzz. Mr kan thought i transferred class. Mango kept insisting how smart Yams was &lt;em&gt;from reliable sources&lt;/em&gt; and how he found her intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1200 &lt;/strong&gt;Lunch! Filled out the Movie Poster form. Persuaded Clare to draw MingHao as a mango. muahahaha. Irritated Mango. RGP told me who Mango liked. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1300 &lt;/strong&gt;PE. ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After sch: &lt;/strong&gt;Stoned at the track with some pple...stoned....played the country game. Listened to Yams and Melody(?) speak French. Zek was damn impressed. Found out from external sources that Mango likes a girl named Cat. Awww...Mango, didn't noe u changed target so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that was the day of Samuel (which involved the class only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110778258700541365?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110778258700541365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110778258700541365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110778258700541365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110778258700541365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-vain-effort.html' title='In Vain Effort'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110760814134962267</id><published>2005-02-05T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:20:03.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PPLE blog leh</title><content type='html'>Hello??? How come the blog so dead one...1 day onli got two entries... a bit the dry dun u think?? Btw NS STAR WARS POSTER!!!! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pple pls blog.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MingHao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110760814134962267?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110760814134962267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110760814134962267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110760814134962267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110760814134962267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/pple-blog-leh.html' title='PPLE blog leh'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110752720867665115</id><published>2005-02-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:19:51.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WAH</title><content type='html'>WAH.......... very ns blog leh... but y kingdom hearts? i think our class pic isnser for the template...is there a way to do it? ask Tina or Clare for the class pics ... maybe the star wars one will be ns.... and wad's wif the fired minghao????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) i m second to post yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MingHao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110752720867665115?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110752720867665115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110752720867665115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110752720867665115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110752720867665115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/wah.html' title='WAH'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618373.post-110751101854525489</id><published>2005-02-04T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T01:19:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>Muahaha...i typed the first entry. (bet u r all jealous...:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618373-110751101854525489?l=blinddeer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/feeds/110751101854525489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618373&amp;postID=110751101854525489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110751101854525489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618373/posts/default/110751101854525489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blinddeer.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>s03s</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04717567006335720579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
