<?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-5021051955085072650</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:39:20.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes on In My Head</title><subtitle type='html'>HMMMMMMMM............</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-3650511432205977731</id><published>2010-02-18T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:49:56.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes so I head back to Melbourne today at exactly 1.20 pm.&lt;br /&gt;It seems so fast that I was back only a few weeks and now I'm leaving again what with&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year done and all my bags packed and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to another year of hard work and loads more dance. Hope to improve in all aspects this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to those of you who have spent time with me these past few months.&lt;br /&gt;It's been great having you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;Thanx for the dance, thanx for the chats&lt;br /&gt;and thanx for the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss ya'll&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm terribly sorry for the people that I didn't get to meet up with before I leave,&lt;br /&gt;but rest assured you're in this head and heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&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/5021051955085072650-3650511432205977731?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3650511432205977731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=3650511432205977731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3650511432205977731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3650511432205977731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2010/02/surprised.html' title='Surprised?'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-734280471254344993</id><published>2009-04-06T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:13:45.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya'll gonna laugh at this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hey Hey Just an update, my Flare Dance Ensemble has this annual production.&lt;br /&gt;SO yea being the avid dancer I am, I am choreographing a piece.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I am doing 3 other pieces that are along the lines&lt;br /&gt;of yea, jazz and contemporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the kicker,&lt;br /&gt;One of the pieces requires me to be....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;waxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to buff up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-734280471254344993?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/734280471254344993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=734280471254344993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/734280471254344993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/734280471254344993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/04/yall-gonna-laugh-at-this.html' title='Ya&apos;ll gonna laugh at this.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-5100044913851878635</id><published>2009-03-31T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:41:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh to dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For my dancin peeps back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little reassurance that I am&lt;br /&gt;still an avid and continuing dancer.&lt;br /&gt;The proof? Do scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SdHk3wekt8I/AAAAAAAAADI/lhgOslG4qQA/s1600-h/Photo0025.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/_BHAZFEFkke0/SdHk3wekt8I/AAAAAAAAADI/lhgOslG4qQA/s320/Photo0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319284281458341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Eric gyahahaha.&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/5021051955085072650-5100044913851878635?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5100044913851878635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=5100044913851878635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5100044913851878635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5100044913851878635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhh-to-dance.html' title='Ahhhh to dance.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SdHk3wekt8I/AAAAAAAAADI/lhgOslG4qQA/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-6889561743945595427</id><published>2009-03-08T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:50:26.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There are many degrees of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Regular happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;Sad happy mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ents.&lt;br /&gt;Short happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This however can be classified as&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SbPbCPVI3TI/AAAAAAAAADA/l70qsxLeJAY/s1600-h/n775720636_5551028_5977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SbPbCPVI3TI/AAAAAAAAADA/l70qsxLeJAY/s320/n775720636_5551028_5977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310829217121361202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insanely&lt;/span&gt; happy moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-6889561743945595427?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6889561743945595427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=6889561743945595427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/6889561743945595427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/6889561743945595427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness.html' title='Happiness.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SbPbCPVI3TI/AAAAAAAAADA/l70qsxLeJAY/s72-c/n775720636_5551028_5977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-8032292039498566748</id><published>2009-03-08T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:51:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all floating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to my Chem lecturer......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atoms in a molecule can't really touch each other&lt;br /&gt;due to the negative charge between them.&lt;br /&gt;So your ass isn't really touching the chair.&lt;br /&gt;There's that small space and you're really floating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thought huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-8032292039498566748?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8032292039498566748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=8032292039498566748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/8032292039498566748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/8032292039498566748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-all-floating.html' title='We&apos;re all floating'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-3177440926592684884</id><published>2009-02-21T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:16:29.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I went to Vic( Queen Victoria) Market for the&lt;br /&gt;night market session. Lots of food. Lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Haha some pics for u guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6q4Ey9EI/AAAAAAAAACY/pkcIhIK3PyY/s1600-h/Photo0006.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/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6q4Ey9EI/AAAAAAAAACY/pkcIhIK3PyY/s320/Photo0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305234500579685442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Band performnce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6qTvf7_I/AAAAAAAAACI/IvTSTAPCo7k/s1600-h/Photo0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6qTvf7_I/AAAAAAAAACI/IvTSTAPCo7k/s320/Photo0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305234490826682354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caricatures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SaAMaiH55OI/AAAAAAAAACo/h0WlnYJWn9U/s1600-h/Photo0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SaAMaiH55OI/AAAAAAAAACo/h0WlnYJWn9U/s320/Photo0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305254011018536162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bikers man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6pyZ7nYI/AAAAAAAAACA/neaEZUryW_c/s1600-h/Photo0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6pyZ7nYI/AAAAAAAAACA/neaEZUryW_c/s320/Photo0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305234481877851522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A final pic of Vic Market&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/5021051955085072650-3177440926592684884?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3177440926592684884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=3177440926592684884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3177440926592684884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3177440926592684884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZ_6q4Ey9EI/AAAAAAAAACY/pkcIhIK3PyY/s72-c/Photo0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-1568029504390247035</id><published>2009-02-16T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:45:00.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To that special someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"At that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I thought that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;it'd be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;want me to leave. =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I've left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;To the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;who has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stolen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZlDWVak24I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oVp73ytlARc/s1600-h/R0010810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZlDWVak24I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oVp73ytlARc/s320/R0010810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303344087190264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZlC1SthYiI/AAAAAAAAABI/nwFDXflSYgo/s1600-h/R0010810.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/5021051955085072650-1568029504390247035?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1568029504390247035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=1568029504390247035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/1568029504390247035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/1568029504390247035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-that-special-someone.html' title='To that special someone.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SZlDWVak24I/AAAAAAAAABQ/oVp73ytlARc/s72-c/R0010810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-6910158593705559682</id><published>2009-02-14T12:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:41:19.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm pretty sure I saw a fat aussie Usher on Laigon Street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-6910158593705559682?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6910158593705559682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=6910158593705559682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/6910158593705559682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/6910158593705559682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-4534723270169221466</id><published>2009-02-12T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:34:48.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;24 more hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-4534723270169221466?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4534723270169221466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=4534723270169221466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/4534723270169221466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/4534723270169221466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/02/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-4511754640149618937</id><published>2009-02-10T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:42:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;All of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;for stepping&lt;br /&gt;into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-4511754640149618937?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4511754640149618937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=4511754640149618937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/4511754640149618937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/4511754640149618937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-9207561903107979798</id><published>2009-01-27T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:42:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon....... or going rather..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For those of you who should and need to know..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Feb 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;No not Rihanna's concert thank u very much.&lt;br /&gt;It is the day I start anew, with new adventures,&lt;br /&gt;new memories, a rebirth of my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starts 12.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-9207561903107979798?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/9207561903107979798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-1439519576158290459</id><published>2009-01-01T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:18:33.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a wonderful start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had a great start to my new year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea u noe after partying with old peeps and mamaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALONE ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back what I thought was home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to be stranded somewhere in Shah Alam's industrial area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;6.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;laugh it up yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx mum thanx dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-1439519576158290459?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1439519576158290459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=1439519576158290459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A nice round TER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes people. I have the requirements to go to uni now.&lt;br /&gt;And so i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-5327664626835330830?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5327664626835330830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=5327664626835330830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5327664626835330830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5327664626835330830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-5081337548812717465</id><published>2008-11-15T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:00:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When one wishes to sing one finds a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now for the rest of the year (and quite possibly the rest of my life) it is the time to make something of myself as well as relaxing to the point of lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing of course being my lifeblood will keep me going in addition to my ever growing&lt;br /&gt;collection of self composed songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that this blog has been terribly inactive and yes it is because i have been unfaithfully lazy.&lt;br /&gt;sorry......... (but it's not like u ppl reli visit rite.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when one wishes to sing one finds a song.&lt;br /&gt;The appropriateness of this statement is shocking indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Let us see what we can make out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5021051955085072650-5081337548812717465?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5081337548812717465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=5081337548812717465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5081337548812717465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5081337548812717465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-one-wishes-to-sing-one-finds-song.html' title='When one wishes to sing one finds a song.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-8204218831204944716</id><published>2008-09-13T20:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:55:50.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's still wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;       &lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;So I'm looking at my facebook profile and there are results of a quiz i took so long ago if ya'll know what it is it's an what kind of heart do you have quiz. Anyway my result is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;Your result is: Angel's Heart   &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div style="margin: 15px;"&gt;       &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/whatheart/&amp;amp;source_type=3" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=7933783981&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=d40a22e673303f55f44c743647aef23b&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;       You fall in love quickly and easily.You give so much in a relationship, and you don't expect much in return. You love always seeing your lover and you just love them as they are.You have a huge desire to whomever you love and you stay in love forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm messed up...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-8204218831204944716?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8204218831204944716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=8204218831204944716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/8204218831204944716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/8204218831204944716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/09/somethings-still-wrong.html' title='Something&apos;s still wrong.'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-7689181092899329710</id><published>2008-08-26T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:08:57.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca533cbddede8c1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca533cbddede8c1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330186240%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10FCF5C7EE2A64D28CFF8A00412B68DDC1BBB8C.DE1C94A59D5903500C19A6BEB62BA12746AF28D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca533cbddede8c1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBiV7EnK-rYlMfzl1ptrQNIsSwvY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca533cbddede8c1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330186240%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D10FCF5C7EE2A64D28CFF8A00412B68DDC1BBB8C.DE1C94A59D5903500C19A6BEB62BA12746AF28D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca533cbddede8c1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBiV7EnK-rYlMfzl1ptrQNIsSwvY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&gt;...... Food after my own passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-7689181092899329710?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ca533cbddede8c1a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7689181092899329710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=7689181092899329710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/7689181092899329710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/7689181092899329710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-for-thought.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT?'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-795221924419662880</id><published>2008-08-04T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:59:41.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>a. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;b. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;c. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;d. Put any comments in the brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;e. Put this on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, “Is this okay?”&lt;br /&gt;Don't Wanna Miss a Thing- Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;[It's sorta true, i think.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Come Back To Me - Vanessa Hudgens.&lt;br /&gt;[Now to whoever knows me, this is incredibly freaky.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Falling - Drake Bell.&lt;br /&gt;[Cos I wanna be there to catch her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Easy( Remix) - Paula DeAnda feat Bow Wow.&lt;br /&gt;[Very accurate! lol.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody To Love - Brittany Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;[How true is THAT!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;After All This Time - Simon Webbe.&lt;br /&gt;[lol. I do reminisce quite a bit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Come on Over Baby - Christina Aguilera.&lt;br /&gt;[I sure as hell hope this only applies to the girls :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Tear it up - Chris Brown feat Omarion.&lt;br /&gt;[Heh? Doesn't make sense. .]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Don't Stop The Music - Rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;[Your kidding me......]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;[4 = Freedom....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Goodbye - ang Lee Hom.&lt;br /&gt;[AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Ain't Cha - Clipse.&lt;br /&gt;[This.... is a weird song....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your life?&lt;br /&gt;Believe Me - Fort Minor.&lt;br /&gt;[True in a way. I want myself to be known, to be significant.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;These Walls - Teddy Geiger.&lt;br /&gt;[I can't believe what is in front of me&lt;br /&gt;The water's rising up to my knees&lt;br /&gt;And i can't figure out&lt;br /&gt;How the hell i wound up here&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed okay when i started out the other day&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain came pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And now im drowning in my fears&lt;br /&gt;And as i watch the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if im the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyobody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And even when i'm scared i have to try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i fall&lt;br /&gt;But ive seen it done before&lt;br /&gt;I got to step outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no master plan to help me out&lt;br /&gt;Or make me stand up for&lt;br /&gt;All the things i really want&lt;br /&gt;You had me to afraid to ask&lt;br /&gt;And as i look ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;Cry and pray for sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These walls can't be my haven&lt;br /&gt;These walls can't keep me safe here&lt;br /&gt;Now i guess i got to let them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;br /&gt;And everybody feels a broken heart sometimes, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Even when i'm scared i have to try to fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i fall&lt;br /&gt;But i've seen it done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to break out...&lt;br /&gt;I got to break out...&lt;br /&gt;I got to step outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;Love outside these walls&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;But its a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;Im going down&lt;br /&gt;Im stepping out&lt;br /&gt;Im stepping outside&lt;br /&gt;These walls&lt;br /&gt;(I've seen it done before.. i'm walking on, i'll walk it off, oh i'm moving on). This is so awesome.............]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Home - Chris Daughhtry.&lt;br /&gt;[I'm gonna start crying soon.....It's true babe if ur reading this]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Words I Couldn't Say - Rascall Flatts.&lt;br /&gt;[A bit ominous, but the words are true enough, all the things i wanna say to you. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Here We Go - Dirtbag.&lt;br /&gt;[What is death but another adventure? My friends would really think this appropriate for me]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;In My Hands - Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;[Erm, let's not get any ideas shall we? Moving on......]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;I Want You - Thalia feat Fat Joe.&lt;br /&gt;[It's true.. I fear most losing the people I love in life.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Apologise - One Republic feat Timbaland.&lt;br /&gt;[MTV ASIA AWARDS ROCKED!!!!!!!!! and this is true too but in a way i cannot imagine yet.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful World - Colin Hay&lt;br /&gt;[Awesome. :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;br /&gt;Number One - John Legend&lt;br /&gt;[Boy this the truest thing ever, i mean as in lyrics.. not the song i'd play during sex]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: SINS!!!! and whoever knows this blog exists, eg: Jo Ann and erm.. other ppl.. yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-795221924419662880?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/795221924419662880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=795221924419662880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/795221924419662880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/795221924419662880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-world.html' title='Beautiful World'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-5833356692734292256</id><published>2008-07-15T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:33:01.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Competition.......</title><content type='html'>alright ppl..... The latest SINS post by wrath of the latest competition at HICT Fusion Fiesta. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zOaLklrW3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zOaLklrW3A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/5021051955085072650-5833356692734292256?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5833356692734292256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=5833356692734292256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5833356692734292256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5833356692734292256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-competition.html' title='Le Competition.......'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-3014373218911395699</id><published>2008-07-08T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:45:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer and closer...... A faceful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Closer closer closer closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Closer closer closer closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Closer closer closer closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's pretty much what happened today. Yeap wham. But it was a great wham. Not intentional of course but things happen sometimes. Yeap, right in the face by a shoe attached to a foot attached to a person attempting a handstand while i was myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much describes it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance practice today was productive alright.. new section of routine was awesome but not without casualties, namely me. As described above, to put in plainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was kicked in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But no biggie. Shit happens.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-3014373218911395699?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3014373218911395699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=3014373218911395699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3014373218911395699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/3014373218911395699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/07/closer-and-closer-faceful.html' title='Closer and closer...... A faceful'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-855475533760968324</id><published>2008-07-08T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:26:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdayness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;es it was my birthday on 7th July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx everyone who wished me I really appreciate it. Party was great too ya'll really made it great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a fashion to sing Aerosmith's song at parties nowadays and with good reason too. Lyrics are great. And you must be some backwater idiot not to have heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I took a walk outside the room to contemplate my life like i usually do. I walk back in to see everyone in a big circle singing the song as if we had known each other for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fills me with so much emotion to know I have this group of people in my life. To know that these people would help me out always as I would do the same. One of the things that makes me truly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think with all my heart is that one of the reasons God put me on this Earth is to simply know these people. What better way to simplify how lucky I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot begin to describe what I feel when I look at them, when I look at her, when I look at him. I think what did I do to deserve them? Honestly I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Sure there have been tough times and there were good but of course more good than bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I will forever remember him, her, them for the rest of my life. In the future when I am on my deathbed and my life flashes by my eyes, it will be they who flash by my life for they are my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all i can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes.......&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep cause I miss you baby..&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.....&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when i dream of you...&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream will never do..&lt;br /&gt;cause I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx everyone. And no matter what I'll be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/5021051955085072650-855475533760968324?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/855475533760968324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=855475533760968324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/855475533760968324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/855475533760968324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdayness.html' title='Birthdayness'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-2871275487333445259</id><published>2008-06-30T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:28:44.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Facebook can hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In this context I am not referring to facebook alone but a number of network type programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Memories are powerful things. They envelope you, taking you back to a time once past. Joy, happiness all there in that one fragment of neurones that build up your mind, your (hehe) consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Going over facebook photos and i am reminded of a time not so long ago that was of closeness. A time of feeling, a time when nothing was wrong in the world. It was good but nothing lasts forever. A time of colour which in my heart was red but now blue. We remember and we remember but sometimes you don't want to remember. The peace of losing consciousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No more thoughts, no more feelings, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;blankness. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes blankness. Like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(__________________________________________)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do NOT fill in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had reminisced over colours, i had reminisced over a black and white affair with a touch of pink.&lt;br /&gt;You read it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disgust myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-2871275487333445259?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2871275487333445259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=2871275487333445259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/2871275487333445259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/2871275487333445259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/06/memories-of-time.html' title='Memories of a time'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-5844433345667943552</id><published>2008-06-29T18:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:19:11.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yesterday night my family went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Changkat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; which is a street in KL for dinner. This road can be more or less described as a food street. It is entirely devoted to food and the street even came out in the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to highlight this is Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continuing... So there's food everywhere, all kinds from South American to Italian and even to local food. Anything in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we're walking looking for a place to eat. There are people outside the restaurants beckoning us to come in and sample their food when the ulterior motive is of course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please pay my salary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who's isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Needless to say we came across an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; restaurant. Serving, for those who may hazard a guess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So as i said earlier people outside saying all sorts of things to get us to eat their food. Now there is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; waitress (or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; can't remember) outside advertising the shop.And she asks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have you ever tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;, and i don't mean to brag but we eat everything, (in a black accent)E-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Y-T-H-A-N-G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But that's besides the point. Be it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; or whatever race this great country has to offer, why do you ask if we have ever tried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; food? I mean it's practically the second most staple food in the country!! (excluding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;indians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; which of course is their first).  So one needs to consider why she asked this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To give her credit the shop was in KL. Major tourist spot in Malaysia i mean it's the city, so she might have thought we were from China or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; something i may consider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For those who know, i speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; well. What mainland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; speaks English well??? Though not unheard of but you have to admit it's pretty rare. It's important to note that she asked us this after she heard me and my family conversing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO in conclusion, I do not blame the waitress for this serious transgression to our country. We as humans do sometimes lack the necessary brainpower to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;procees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; instant situations, yes, myself included, hence all we can blame is the higher evolutionary level that humans have not advanced to yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ole?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5021051955085072650-5844433345667943552?l=depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5844433345667943552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5021051955085072650&amp;postID=5844433345667943552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5844433345667943552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5021051955085072650/posts/default/5844433345667943552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depthsofmyconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/06/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>DAR--yl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337385557409812869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BHAZFEFkke0/SSgNsE6jXXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UMxcdZGIPGs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5021051955085072650.post-8072116396140889747</id><published>2008-06-29T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:56:42.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;OK. so this is the first post. It has been halfway through college and i thought it appropriate to put into detail aspects of my life. The point of this blog is to of course vent some feelings or everyday happenings. But along that line, my mind delves into some curious and yet not so curious aspects of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To YOU the reader who may come across this blog i hope there is some enlightenment or in any case any form of intellectual stimulation. There will be days I will be depressed and days that will be happy and yet days that will make no sense at all. Here aside from reading my stories, question yourself, question your mind, question whatever and anything that pops into your mind. Enjoy the feeling of unsolving anything for not everything can be solved. And whatever you do solve take joy that something has been figured out in this crazy world we live in now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My first post. 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