<?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-5463800111276968916</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:05:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world the way I want</title><subtitle type='html'>Something to do;
Someone to love;
Something to hope for.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>grace</name><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>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-1036387693367457461</id><published>2009-10-17T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:13:57.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i copied this from my livejournal post because it is Important and you have to know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHOIR CONCERT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7 november 2009, saturday&lt;br /&gt;(there are both afternoon and night shows)&lt;br /&gt;KS Chee theatre (okay don't you give me that -.- look, i mean at least you don't have to travel far right)&lt;br /&gt;Attractions:&lt;br /&gt;- nicenice repetoire of english, sacred, asian/jap songs&lt;br /&gt;- busking items (&lt;3333!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- really awesome les miserables medley with choreo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- alumni items(from ex rgchoir peeps, and they're pro, like, really.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- AND MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- AND YOU GET TO SEE ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- AND ALL YOUR OTHER CHOIR FRIENDS :D   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;keep this day free okay!! you mustmust come YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO COME!!! seriously you won't regret it:) the pieces are very fun this year especially with les miserables it is the awesomest shizz ever:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay i'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1036387693367457461?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1036387693367457461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1036387693367457461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1036387693367457461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1036387693367457461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-copied-this-from-my-livejournal-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6169712827310822737</id><published>2009-10-11T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:42:58.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://aye-okayye.livejournal.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go see!:D while you get the chance, before i start friends-locking everything!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm not totally abandoning blogger -yet-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh physics revision not going too smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;stuff i learned in sem one *whooshhhhhh* flew out of my mind :O&lt;br /&gt;will you please please please please please not give a virtual lenses question again; up till now i don't get what the MYA question was about ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay before i go to sleep i must finish everything until WEP!! (start chiong now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think any of the EYAs were good, except maybe math. the worst has to be ss or chem la, especially chem, cuz like, i really really really wanted to do well and i minused a hell lot of marks alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayys EYA ending in 5 days for me (2days for most of you. ahh.) but as i said i'm already super slack now, how much slacker do you want me to be after EYAs?:)&lt;br /&gt;my sister is DA BEST la. smack in the middle of PSLE and i can swear she spends more time playing computer than revising her work. (and she still does pretty well. wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6169712827310822737?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6169712827310822737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6169712827310822737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6169712827310822737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6169712827310822737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpaye-okayye.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-547837763629662993</id><published>2009-10-07T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:52:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i keep alternating between blogger and liverjournal. fickle minded and can't make up my mind:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS today was horrendous shit. seriously. my conclusion was nearly non-existent aiya they should have given more time la D: argh. and then i kinda totally forgot to talk about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[this very important thing&lt;/span&gt;] then at 15 mins left I SUDDENLY REALISED (haha thank goodness actually) then i wrote this very skimpy paragraph at the small small space at the top of the paper and drew an arrow and wrote -insert paragraph here-. oh yeah and i annotated the pink source quite a fair bit but somehow, somehow, i just barely refered to the pink source. (what a waste!) yes anyway i would not like to think about SS already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-light speed, out of my mind-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bio &amp; geog were okayish.(bio was like super super weird -for the lack of a better word- though. but i'm not surprised, given who the setter was. heh.) might not get 4.0 but if you count the whole years stuff then shd be okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i'm gonna be sleeping early (For Once!) before a math test, i seriously can't be bothered to revise much. maybe shall start on chem today :D&lt;br /&gt;haha i resolve to do super well for chem. full marks, yeah?:D it never hurt to aim high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTS. it's just 8 more dayss!!!!!!! (5 for you but pls don't rub it in) we can totally do this. then my brain can start thinking about stuff OTHER than exams. oh gosh stress is so unhealthy for the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!!! there is actually a chance for me to NOT get ungraded (such an ugly word) for RAM haha! EE and MIA were not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;i am slightly, just slightly more inclined to put in a little more effort to study for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by next week&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-547837763629662993?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/547837763629662993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=547837763629662993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/547837763629662993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/547837763629662993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha-i-keep-alternating-between-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-2946403885441600194</id><published>2009-10-02T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:34:05.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;kk i seriously don't feel any sense of urgency to study even though i should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i MUST finish bio &amp;amp; geog by this weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i MUST (start and) finish geog by today IF NOT I WON'T SLEEP. yesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeps so english compre &amp;amp; chinese compo today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay really not very good leh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;english was like... i dunno if my brain was fried or something but i couldn't think properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i couldn't phrase, let alone paraphrase the summary dang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(kay i guess this is what you get when you don't keep to your sleepby11.30 rule)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to get 30/50 if not no 3.6 for me ): and i will be really really sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and chinese SHITT i don't know what i was doing i think i started using phrases that didn't exist O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not very coherent and definitely worse than then term 3 one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i hope it turns out okay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i shan't be TOO sad if i don't get my chinese 3.6 (tho i would really really like to for once!) because it's well... chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay then 13 more days to go! WE CAN DO THIS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha okay i would like to recommend the following songs by mcfly! (from the album radio:active, which we just bought (a week plus ago?). okay it was out since last year but i just got to hear it so yeah. and ever since i've been listening to it a lot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling In Love (nice and sweet and singable especially the oh-oh-oh-oh part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Last Song (nice. i don't know how else to describe it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End (makes you reflect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do Ya (cute to the maxx!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POV (emoness)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only The Strong Survive (haha i'm only recommending this because it reminds me of EVOLUTION, and bio exam's on tuesday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay the rest of the songs are nice too. go listen to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes mcfly have officially made my top five singers/bands list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFQGBttegiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFQGBttegiQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="464" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Waking up to people talking and it's &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;getting later every morning &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Now I realise it's nearly midday  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;And I've wasted half my life to throw it away  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;Singing everyday should be a new day  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;To make you smile and find a new way of falling in love  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;I could've fallen in love &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2946403885441600194?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2946403885441600194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2946403885441600194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2946403885441600194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2946403885441600194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/10/kk-i-seriously-dont-feel-any-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3802870934556366596</id><published>2009-10-01T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:10:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sorry for not updating in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway okay here goes it's EYAs tomorrow, though that hasn't quite sunken in in me yet:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i haven't exactly prepared for anything but still:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALL THE BEST TO EVERYONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm kinda really really scared, because people seem to have started revision during the september holidays, and i kinda started erm yesterday? i feel like such a lazy bum. nvm i'll just have to study smart:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh and i hateeee the new GPA system to the max by the way, hate it!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but screw the GPA, i just wanna do well for self-assurance and to redeem myself(haha this applies to stuff like physics.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow (english compre and chinese compo) are the high stakes papers. and i really really really wanna do well for them sooooo i am going to sleep early tonight:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAKES YOU THINK MUCH MUCH BETTER, especially for languages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact i shall sleep 'early' for the whole EYA period. (not past 11.30 haha. yes that is early because i kept sleeping at 2 in sec two.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okaaaays then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will update again after EYAs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or whenever i feel like updating in between:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and it sucks that mine end 3 days after most peoples I WANNA GO OUT during marking days you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(twitter makes you neglect your blog, seriously :O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay last last thing: happy children's day!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3802870934556366596?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3802870934556366596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3802870934556366596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3802870934556366596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3802870934556366596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-for-not-updating-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6878974276719673355</id><published>2009-09-13T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:50:03.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yay:) i really love the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it was barely a holiday for me i had to go back to school on 5 days. sucks right yah i know):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least, got to go out quite a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time in weeks i'm like finally seeing the outside world apart from home and school and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha WHAT A LIBERATING FEELING:D i like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and at least, i didn't worry much about homework (though i should have) until the day my SS FA was due. but tomorrow is chionging homework time. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aand, to top it all off, i even went for a sleepover (cum practise for smp, but whatever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm really looking forward to the dec hols and the after EYAs period&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realise i'm much more rejuvenated during the hols cuz school just drains the life outta me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i also realised that i signed on to a lot of shit in term three that also sucked up all my time and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some of this stuff extends all the way into the first 1,2 weeks of term 4 ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess i can only start studying after that then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so glad that term four is gonna be short. AWESOMEZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in 4 weeks plus, i can truly have my life back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(though my life will probably = a lot of choir after EYAs. haha concert is so exciting, grace rmbs how it was hella fun last year:D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6878974276719673355?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6878974276719673355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6878974276719673355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6878974276719673355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6878974276719673355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-i-really-love-holidays-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4240686403105887236</id><published>2009-09-08T00:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:15:54.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spirit of adventure :D</title><content type='html'>hey:) haven't updated in quite a while heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap piano exam is over:/&lt;br /&gt;it sucked, the mistakes were all over the place, but expected i guess.&lt;br /&gt;oops i think i pissed the examiner off, not good D;&lt;br /&gt;oh and during aural for the last seciton he said i could talk about anything i want, then i said something and he kinda disagreed and questioned "are you sure"? then he asked me a question which i couldn't answer because, hullo, you said i could say anything!! and he told me the answer D: ?? then he didn't let me continue with what i wanted to say (which is the main bulk of it) and he asked me to name some composers and then he chased me out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;D: ?? screwed yeah...?&lt;br /&gt;haha but anyways if i don't get a merit or above (and this is 99.9% likely) i think i might consider retaking the exam next yr when i am more prepared haha. i don't think i mind it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you know i'm totally booked up the whole day until maybe thursday or friday, then i can maybe attempt to do some work. like SS FA O:&lt;br /&gt;there was like flag day on saturday (super tiring and caused my leg to ache for three days)&lt;br /&gt;sunday went to grandma's place as usual, then ran around trying to find a printing shop that was open (very few do on sunday). and ended up printing as poster at 60(with lamination) when people printed theirs at 20. shit. then after that went to watch up and then dinner. UP was just, brilliant:D and i'm glad i managed to catch it in the cinema before it stopped showing. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;today after SS make up class sherry and i ate like pigs at far east. including TWO bowls of slice ice O: no really. then we tried to walk if off for 20 mins around her estate, it was so cool we were just wandering about on a route that she didn't know and hoping it would lead us somewhere:) (spirit of adventure haha:D) yeah but we managed to find our way to the house heh. then christabel reached and we commenced our 20% work and 80% slacking (incl. a lot of taptap!) schedule. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow i am going to watch the time travellers wife with may, then bowling:D and then the smp group is staying over at sherry's house. haha so fun right:D then we can go straight to school on wed:D and ysc on wed will be the whole day. yay this sounds good because during term time, if you exclude school, i'm just cooped in the house 6 out of 7 days of the week. which sucks D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway UP on sunday!!!! omg!!!! i know im terribly slow and watching it terribly late. but it was ahwxsome movie &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PIXAR la every film they churn out is super geniusss.&lt;br /&gt;and if an animated movie can make you cry, it's probably frickin genius!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i loved up because underneath its kiddy story there is a deeper story with meaning poignance and emotional depth.&lt;br /&gt;it was so sweet when they showed the life story of him and his wife condensed within the first ten minutes of so, and sad as well when she died.&lt;br /&gt;then what i liked about the (brilliantly written) story was that the guy feels like he had not fulfilled he&amp;his wife shared wish of an adventure to paradise falls (ok i realise you won't get it unless you watched sorry), and that was such a great regret in their life.&lt;br /&gt;then when he eventually opened his wife's childhood adventure book, he saw that the section 'STUFF I'M GOING TO DO' which was reserved for documenting their expedition to paradise falls(which was supposed to happen but didn't), was instead filled up by his wife with photos of him and his wife, documenting their life story. and this was when i started to cry. it's quite 'awww' how that girl wrote 'stuff im going to do' when she was really little, and looking back, THIS is the stuff that she was going to have done, who would have guessed! and then at the end of the photos there was that note from the girl to the guy saying, 'thanks for the adventure'. and this was when i cried some more and was seriously enlightened!!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, like the guys in the movie, we often go through life searching hard for that adventure, that really W-O-W mind-blowing adventure. But often fail to see how life itself, Hey, it's acutally an adventure, and a pretty exciting one at that! maybe like falling in love in stuff, which is shown in the movie (haha i dont know why i cant talk about this when im surely not in a position to), well isn't that quite an adventure! haha, and i know june song had a photo album on facebook titled 'life is an adventure'. But only at that point in the movie did i truly get what it meant :) :)&lt;br /&gt;haha this reminds me of the taylor swift song 'our song'. trying to find a song, 'their song', for them, when actually their relationship is a song worth singing about :D uses the same concept mah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really sorry if i gave away the awesomest bit of the movie but it's for me to remember next time heh heh. great movies must be remembered!!:D and yeah, it prolly won't be in cinemas for much longer!&lt;br /&gt;whee:) i really love movies that make you think or give you a sense of enlightenment! was thinking about that movie the whole of last night :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha quoteworthy quotes from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eh he (the bear) has moobs. man boobs. i mean, bear boobs. wait isn't that just boobs?!?!'&lt;br /&gt;that was when we were watching the gummybear video/song on youtube (funneh!:D) and chris said that heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh and note to sherilyn and note to self, a reminder of the difference between 'fiasco' and 'siesta' oops oops:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha in a super slack mood now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4240686403105887236?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4240686403105887236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4240686403105887236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4240686403105887236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4240686403105887236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/09/spirit-of-adventure-d.html' title='spirit of adventure :D'/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8216188402314837563</id><published>2009-08-23T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:27:57.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda very very screwed this week because i didn't do any work this weekend and now there's so much stuff to do next week O:&lt;div&gt;i feel like changing my whole solution for SS speech ): and got 2 SPAs and smp poster to work on and horrid horrid swimathon stuff to sort out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND LOADS AND LOADS OF PIANO PRAC D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg this is my last chance to make it right :x i really don't wanna fail (yet i'm so reluctant to invest time practising... hmm this won't work out[?])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, second for SAMC :D no use for the MP4 though, they should have given ipod nano :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love F.L.A.G. both the team and the machine ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really really unexpected to get second because thursday night after working till 9 we only managed to assemble one third of the stuff so we thought we were very very screwed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on friday and all the way up to saturday morning we found so many more new problems that we had to solve, like the pulley getting stuck and stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were really really desperate [!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even up till the judging the machine wasn't fully working but somehow, very very miraculously most of it worked during the judging, even in unexpected ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it was seriously seriously a miracle that we did well x) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay ahhh jiayou everyone for this week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&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/5463800111276968916-8216188402314837563?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8216188402314837563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8216188402314837563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8216188402314837563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8216188402314837563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-kinda-very-very-screwed-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8977979173380388792</id><published>2009-08-22T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:49:36.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAMC IS TOMORROW (today actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG OMG OMG):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and set up was today and got to miss school :) which i don't mind doing more often ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna win a PC!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PC OKAY!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh but looking at the other team's setups i'm almost certain we won't win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but JJ's group might i think!!WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jiayous you guys can win it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways all of us agree that what we really want is for the machine to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep, just that, to get our sense of satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after all SAMC was all we've been working at the past two weeks (missing CCA and stuff)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO THE MACHINE HAD BETTER WORK! rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esterday and today (especially today) we really worked like madd):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday even until 8+ 9+ in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zomg the school was super scary at night when deepa and i went up to class to take our bags D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also my finger has badly been burnt twice by the hotglue gun. the skin is whitish and kinda swollen and that's not really good if you're supposed to be practising piano hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so with all this sacrifice, this had better be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my parents are a bit irritated that all this is so close to the piano exam, because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, my exam is in less than ten days; and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, i'm nowhere near passing standard i think ): and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like seriously, i didn't have time to practise properly at all this week D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHIT OKAY PIANO SHALL BE MY MAIN PRIORITY NEXT WEEK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT EVEN SPA AND ORALS will take precedence OMG ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maximum discipline required next weekD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, still got a few kinks to fix tmr for the machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fingers crossed :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[PLEASE DONT FAIL :/ :/ it would be quite embarrassing omg]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish us luck :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8977979173380388792?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8977979173380388792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8977979173380388792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8977979173380388792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8977979173380388792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-samc-is-tomorrow-today-actually-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6448536403249013807</id><published>2009-08-15T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:19:16.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Argh after today's choir prac i think i'm quite certain that my voice is ruined forever ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every time i *try* to sustain my phrases or whatever my voice just ends up cracking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[not a pleasant sound]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in front of the sec ones, embarrassing much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually my voice was already like that in beginning sec two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but during syf this year i thought it was... healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was wrong because now it's like shit again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i don't know how it got spoilt in the first place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe eating too much junk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah, i don't think that is serious enough to spoil the voice like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm maybe it's just the way i sing that screwed it up T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon the juniors are going to way surpass me, if they already haven't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is very upsetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's even affecting my normal speaking voice as well, wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i don't remember it ever being so monotone in sec one or sec two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you come to choir your purpose is to sing, but when it's like 力不从心,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just freakin' infuriating to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see this is why i'm not joining chorale in JC; i don't think i can sustain this much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday now, so sixteen more days to piano exam and sixteen days to my doom O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah im eff*ing screwed up because i can't even play any of the songs continuously without stopping at least a few times in each song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like my basics, the notes, aren't even right so i can just forget about the dynamics right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and forget about even passing right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm very very very very very very stressed out now because i have to sort out everything within 16 days, in the midst of school, cca prac, SAs/ SPAs on week eight and nine, PT (ss script), SMP poster (omg are we the only group that hasn't started :x shit) and SAMC, which is like SUCKING UP my free days like anything this week and next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yah in fact thanks to SAMC, if there's no choir i have to stay back anyway, and every single day getting home at 6+ or 7+ ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh goddd why didn't i start bucking up in july or june, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one extra month would be SO HELPFUL NOW D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then last month i was burdened with all the PTs and the other random stuff that cropped up and were just squashing me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear before the month of august, for this entire year the only times i have seriously sat down to practice piano (say more than 15 minutes) was less than 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which averages out to about 1-2 times a month :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;number of times  i practiced scales this year = once. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my only practice for everything was from the piano lesson itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SR, forget it, confirm fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only aural might save my skin, but prolly not enough to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda can't wait for august to be over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYTHING WILL SETTLE DOWN AFTER THAT i hope :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yet i really really wanna do well for piano or at least pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh this week was unusually tiring D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah now i know why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i came back so late everyday and still gotta practise piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i don't get to nap at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still have to stay up to do my work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[if only i'm a quarter as productive at home as i am in school! :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep getting distracted at home which is bad :( ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naps are truly awesome you know :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finally succumbed to my tiredness and napped today (T.G.I.F.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, i'm going to sleep now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sorry you had to suffer through the rant/s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6448536403249013807?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6448536403249013807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6448536403249013807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6448536403249013807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6448536403249013807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh-after-todays-choir-prac-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-972342172734425730</id><published>2009-08-08T00:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:53:32.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh craps i haven't started on my revision :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was like watching stardust on tv just now, who ask it to come on! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i hope i can make time to watch the rest of The Guardian. this weekend or sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still gotta watch i not stupid or singapore dreaming. okay i have like, no idea what sg dreaming is about, but it doesn't sound too interesting to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i simply CANNOT write about stuff that i don't feel anything for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like my stardust practice review turned out fine because it's easy to churn out a page-long rant for something that you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm so yeah i think my actual SA would turn out like some shit because of lack of passion for subject &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and want me to review food? even worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm let see, updates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had chinese pt presentation on monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh screwed shit la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was asked to ditch the script by laoshi D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it didn't turn out good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yeah, doesn't help that my class is crazily pro (hmm one of the downsides of being in my class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess i'm worse in class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah xiaoxu's presentation was amazing, idk how but the way she spoke and her presentation in general evoked a lot of emotion and i nearly cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yesterday i ran 2.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seriously i was like walking half the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sherilyn i'm so so sorry that i asked you to keep me running, which you did, but yet i did not cooperating and started walking. (don't worry it was failure on my part not yours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it reminds me of the scene in HP6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where dumbledore tells harry to make sure he keeps on drinking the water from the well no matter how desperately he pleads to stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see how people lose sight of the ultimate goal when subjected to the torture of the moment :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was supposed to only walk from 4th round onwards and for a short period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i started at 3rd round and seriously walked 2 thirds of each round after that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway SHERRY YOU ARE AWESOME thanks so much for running with me it really made those 6 rounds a bit more bearable &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i really really appreciate it because running six rounds is not something i would do voluntarily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes and i thought i failed at first when i finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hours later at home i suddenly realised i remembered the wrong passing timing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiyo and sherry and may either thought i failed too or didn't know that i didn't know i passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeap, got an E (still a deprovement from last year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;TODAY there was nat day celebrations and choir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for national day celebrations hmm how to say, the mood is simply not there when it isn't in the amphi ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was less community singing or whatever you call it this year ): ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is IMO the highlight/ best part of the celebrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the rock band was awesome though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh god [a certain teacher] reminds me of adam lambert :X i suppose you know who i'm referring to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mr mizar was damn cool as always ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;choir: batch discussions/ marytan session/ interviews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesomesss planning farewell sounds fun! haha i think our batch is changing for the better &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the interview was like... usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can never avoid the 'ohshit how could i forget to mention thisthisthis' thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's OK i don't kill myself over it:) just hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ms loo has got to be the nicest interviewer ever. and mdm phua is harmless ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;btw i quite like this years NDP song (maybe because it's like a refreshing change and alt-rock-ish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the first time i heard it (actually it was through lekuasimi, i didn't know it was the NDP song at that time), couldn't help but noticing that they kopied a bit of that cool electric guitar part after the first chorus from another song :O :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we should give them credit, they didn't copy wholesale, they improvised :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hm okay i shall go start on bio revision now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully i'll finish bio by tmr :D (kayz must be super disciplined. and stay away from the computer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and math on sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i can have monday for buffer time/ TRY to prepare for english (someone tell me how??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still need to allocate time to practise piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man i was never a fan of excessive mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i've learnt my lesson that it suckss to sleep at 2am before a math exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm going to try, TRY, to sleep by 11 on monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank goodness for the long weekend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zai jian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and happy mugging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-972342172734425730?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/972342172734425730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=972342172734425730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/972342172734425730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/972342172734425730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooh-craps-i-havent-started-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7985170410912690368</id><published>2009-07-30T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:03:56.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GARHZXZXZXZ ):</title><content type='html'>On this rare occasion I am blogging on a weekday because i'm not in the right state to do work&lt;br /&gt;yeah, even though chinese PT urgently demands my attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure i'm sick. got runny/blocked nose, sore throat (painful!!) and i was all headache-y during choir today.&lt;br /&gt;and unrelated but stomach ache too D:&lt;br /&gt;idk if its highknee or what but i don't need to know&lt;br /&gt;i drunk like 4 bottles of water in school alone today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i caught it from rachel lim or luxna or something. but people are like all falling sick now!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;and i'm scared to check my temperature because once i know i have a fever i would just like sink to the bottom in terms of mood&lt;br /&gt;and then my chinese pt will die this weekend&lt;br /&gt;so yeah it's possible to convince yourself that you're not sick even if you actually are, and dunno if it's psychological but you won't feel as down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm exceedingly tired D:&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i was like super tired the whole of today especially after school.&lt;br /&gt;no i think once i stepped out of chem quiz if was like 'stonified'.&lt;br /&gt;well the new car for my mum came today (the edward cullen one lol 8D)&lt;br /&gt;and we went for a ride around our area in it&lt;br /&gt;except i was sleeping throughout the entire 20 mins ride!&lt;br /&gt;(maybe i got too comfortable too fast)&lt;br /&gt;no but it was because i was too tired i couldn't help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah elections today&lt;br /&gt;lol not good, i think.&lt;br /&gt;hmphhh since when were we required to stand in one line to be interrogated??&lt;br /&gt;look like criminals liddat&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i screwed up a lot of my responses, maybe because i was nervous&lt;br /&gt;but still, spoke the truth and happy about that:)&lt;br /&gt;ok wtv la this outcome i cannot control, so quit worrying luh): *slaps self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg omg chinese pt i haven't started and i'm very scared because this is chinese me friend, can't just chiong last minute one (not like geog haha)&lt;br /&gt;aand the worst thing tmr gotta attend a (pointless) smp talk. waste my afternoon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh life sucks, really&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure the three worse years of your life are sec 3, sec 4 and JC2.&lt;br /&gt;yeap they suck/ are gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;and i disagree when my mum tells me that working life is worse than school life. YEAH RIGHTTT. &lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?? even my father who is considered busy as hell sleeps by twelve almost without fail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could see the future and how this plays out&lt;br /&gt;I bet it's better than where we are now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; because now sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH THIS SORE THROAT/ BLOCKED NOSE REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood: depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7985170410912690368?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7985170410912690368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7985170410912690368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7985170410912690368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7985170410912690368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/07/garhzxzxzxz.html' title='GARHZXZXZXZ ):'/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-268467331275411626</id><published>2009-07-17T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:31:34.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can never say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why we don't know when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;younger now than we were before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoohoo :) IMCB attachment the past 3 days was super fun :D and totally worth missing school for! (because school is pointless, as we all know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the coolest thing we did was like... 'deshelling the eggs' (which were like the size of a grain of sand) under the microscope. using needles to rip open the shell so that the fish inside can come out. yeah but you often end up jabbing the yolk then the yolk will be oozing out and that's gross. and sometimes the yolk pops for no reason or another-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ahh shit i killed like nearly 10 fish):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways we had tons of free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hour lunch break every day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they gave us so much time to prepare our presentation that we all ended up using our computers to facebook/play games instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we spent the rest of the free time filling micropipette tips x) like we always do in smp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today we spent like half an hour camwhoring at the skybridge linking two of the buildings in biopolis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah. pretty slack, and fun:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love the biopolis compound by the way :) it's like a world of its own like in some university campus like that, awesome pleasant environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway yesterday during lunch we had crystal jade at holland village haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after that clarisse and i went to buy gelato ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHICH WAS DAMN GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then the other three, jingjie haitong and denise didn't buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so today when we finished our lunch within one hour and had another hour to spare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we te4 di4 caught the bus to and back from holland v again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that all of us could buy more ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah awesome life right i know x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shit i don't wanna return to school on monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt like i was on holiday the past 3 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i haven't started on any PTs yet D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok :) and going to watch HP tmr, most people said it's good so i'm looking forward to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-268467331275411626?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/268467331275411626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=268467331275411626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/268467331275411626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/268467331275411626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-can-never-say-never-why-we-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8864211519615529862</id><published>2009-07-11T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:52:42.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;glad to have survived yet another week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this week is tiring like crazy with ss and math ee due (and bio journal) and smp (oops i barely contributed to smp :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha you'll never believe how long i slept last night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first time man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for the entire week i was just like sleeping in between whenever, recess and before school and whenever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i guess its my fault for starting the pts so late and slacking away during the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what i can't believe they're canceling EVERYTHING this term&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no choir for the rest of the term??????? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno what theyre gonna do to teachers day/ nat day celebrations but looks like we cant busk anymore even if we wanted to ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells. guess we'll all be way freer then :) and no morning assembly, can definitely do with that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we had a bday celebration for my 4 yr old (boy) cousin. at my aunts place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha my cousin is like ultimate cuteness :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he is really obsessed with dinosaurs and probably knows the names of at least 30 dinosaurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; lol. and the cake today was damn nice omg!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was quite funneh because they were playing wii tennis and they had a spare controller so they let my cousin hold it. so he was like waving it about and he thought he was the one playing and beating the other opponent when actually my father was the one controlling the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i loove my aunts place it's like damn spacious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think she got this eye for really high class sophsticated stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what with leather sofa chandelier and abstract art paintings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact she bought about 7 paintings for her house (prolly cost a bomb la) and she was super enthu about them today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and super excited about how one of them supposedly was inspired by some composers symphony or something, and apparently it depicted music ?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then to us it just looked like some volcanic eruption/ fire in hell or something. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh mann i also really want rockband/guitar hero. beats  guitar geek on facebook anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kk this week i shall try to at least finish some homework tmr so i won't have to stay up on sunday and start the week on sleep debt-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i got an IMCB attachment this wednesday to friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES YOU GOT IT, THAT MEANS SKIP SCHOOL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8864211519615529862?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8864211519615529862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8864211519615529862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8864211519615529862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8864211519615529862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/07/glad-to-have-survived-yet-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1872361872272361227</id><published>2009-07-06T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:06:49.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; just wanna close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; just wanna fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`Cause &lt;s&gt;I miss you babe&lt;/s&gt; I'm sick of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't &lt;s&gt;wanna miss&lt;/s&gt; understand a thing D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm screwed la i seriously can't understand whatever i'm reading for math ee. all the websites gave the formula but they didn't explain how to  derive the darn formula (which is what i'm supposed to talk about) so like hullo???!? not being much  of a help here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya my progress on ee is very very bad i haven't gotten much further that the 500 words we had to do for the first draft. yepps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's due on wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i have to tidy up my super messy bio journal + RMBR reflections, which is all due tmr, and this will take like at least 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's 12.01AM now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;FML ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's ss due on friday; haven't actually written anything yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's smp due on friday too; but the meeting today was chao unproductive D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i'm catching a flu alr and at any rate if i don't sleep enough this week i'm gonna fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;FML ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life sucks to the max D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1872361872272361227?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1872361872272361227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1872361872272361227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1872361872272361227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1872361872272361227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-just-wanna-close-my-eyes-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5237047376228107730</id><published>2009-07-06T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:12:28.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;sigh;start of the week and i'm feeling tired already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway can't wait for this coming week to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cuz it might just be one of the busiest and suckiest weeks of my life -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5237047376228107730?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5237047376228107730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5237047376228107730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5237047376228107730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5237047376228107730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/07/sighstart-of-week-and-im-feeling-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-9148301505633614705</id><published>2009-06-28T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:59:50.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SkZVUQMYZUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-iBYeAB9sI4/s1600-h/DSCN1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello world&lt;/span&gt; this shall be my last post of the june hols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it shall be about the june hols :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 12.30am and i'm energetic and can't sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really need to adjust my sleep cycle back to normal because so far i've been sleeping at 3 and waking up at 12 for the days that i don't need to go to school oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sucks that school resumes as usual monday. oh my shit, technically that's tomorrow! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the hols have been barely hols because i'm rarely at home. and obviously not enough time for PTs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my PTs are going, uh, not so good :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh i kinda like watched my chinese movie and decided on my ss topic, that's all. only on friday. haha i'm like super screwed right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i haven't even touched my math EE at all, which is due damn soon, and which i am actually super worried about. or bio pt. and we recently got geog pt too. spend so damn a lot of time on the stupid greenwave project argh.. life totally sucks for sec threes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah the solution is to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXTEND! HOLIDAYS! (need more time luhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[come join me, chant along!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXTEND! HOLIDAYS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXTEND! HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXTEND! HOLIDAAYYYES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but even if they extend i still need to submit EE because it's submitted online. oh crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't exactly say they were shitty because i got to slack quite a fair bit :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i definitely didn't get time to do the stuff i wanted like more reading. and ice skating and movies and whatnots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[speaking of movies, i really wanna watch my sister's keeper!!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never mind that will all be solved in december!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first week was like smo, choir twice, smp twice, physics pt chionginglikecrazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then second week was at tioman. third week was choir once and smp thrice :/ and last week had smp and choir CIP (where we actually busked :D) too. and piano lesson twice a week every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah and went to sentosa for one weekend last weekend! quite fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah my break was gone like that and it so does not seem like 4 weeks at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highlight of the holiday was definitely tioman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha it was very reminiscent of OBS, but much much more fun actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't find OBS fun. i mean looking back it was lah, but the heavy bags just killed the shit out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tioman was like, i got to do the stuff i won't ever really get to do usually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snorkeling for so long until i didn't feel like snorkeling anymore. even though it sucked that i couldn't see anything without specs. but it was still awesome to see the fish all swimming below us. and that extra unplanned snorkeling trip to the pontoon to jump off it. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and going to the beach at low tide and that octopus leg that mr de souza somehow unknowingly dislodged from the octopus itself, that was wriggling even though it was detached from the body. eh how sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trekking through the forests for so many hours which was super rocky with granite boulders in the middle of nowhere, and yeah it's probably a miracle we all didn't sprain our ankles. but it's seriously a good experience. (yeah and i got a terrible rash because of the trekking,which is probably gonna scar my arms forever. shit.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SkZVUQMYZUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-iBYeAB9sI4/s400/DSCN1907.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352059013609055554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this very fun swing that we loved go on (it's attached to a branch below a tree house) because you would seem to be like swinging out into the sea. awesome feeling ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was like the second best bio lesson ever, second to seeing the wild animals at south africa! i guess nothing can beat that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[and sorry if you got bored reading through this chunk of stuff, but it's just for me to keep a record.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah!and the very weird combination of roommates! haha deepa sheryl jinghan and claire. like, JING HAN AND CLAIRE!!! haha they are like polar opposites! we hypothesised that if the two of them were locked together in a room alone for a week they would somehow find a way to break a hole in the wall and escape or something. and it was super amusing cos claire was forever lecturing everyone about keeping the floor clean and 'implementing her plan to keep the floor clean' and putting hand sanitizer (emphasis:HAND.) on her feet. haha she's super amusing la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah and the chalet was like a bit gross and sandy floors and sandy wet toilets. and there was a big boulder in our room, big as in 2 metres tall,wide,deep, which was kinda cool. i dumped my stuff all on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha for term 3 it's gonna be like hell, in fact i can't wait for it to be over. wonder if i'll survive it. PTs due almost every single week, probably. and all that stupid ihg stress again. and piano exam which i soooo haven't practised for and am going to fail definitely D: unless i buck up now :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; i decided&lt;/span&gt; on something :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(wonder if i can keep this promise to myself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i decided i'll only go on facebook on friday, saturday, sunday and one other week day perweek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so no restaurant city (yes i decided to play now!) random quizzes typing maniac on the days that i'm not supposed to be on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha term three is a time of change! [why is this so obama-ish]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm gonna make a change for once in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's gonna feel real good; gonna make a difference, gonna make it alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;man in the mirror by MJ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway shocking that michael jackson died eh D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean he's so not our era, but think about it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he inspired so many of the singers that inspire us now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love that song man in the mirror, as well as Black or White haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i remember we had to teach 'Heal The World' to the japanese students when we went there in p6 haha. it was cute ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok long overdue tag replies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[daniella]&lt;/span&gt;haha i was quite RELAXed and slack for most of the holidays! not too bad i guess. and i'm sure sec one isn't that busy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[wanyu] &lt;/span&gt;ok relink alr! oh yea how was your Drag Me To Hell experience? x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[nicole]&lt;/span&gt; of course! i can't think in chinese for nuts. sometimes i write my zuo wens out,, roughly, those i do at home, in english first, then translate :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i need to do my chinese tuition homework, then sleep, because I AM GOING JOGGING TOMORROW with may! lose weight, yay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry sorry for neglecting my blog recently. (i don't even know if anyone reads it in the first place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because twitter is more convenient for me and usually i only have short stuff to say. so i prefer doing the short updates :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;, and another plus point is that you can stalk people (celebs, specifically) on twitter :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you get news updates. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[get twitter!!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;current mood: high :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-9148301505633614705?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/9148301505633614705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=9148301505633614705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9148301505633614705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9148301505633614705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-world-this-shall-be-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SkZVUQMYZUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-iBYeAB9sI4/s72-c/DSCN1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-5565631290268040665</id><published>2009-06-18T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:36:06.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;oh no i realised i haven't updated at all this holiday. still got no time to do it now but anyway watch this video!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yO28Ck1193w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yO28Ck1193w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg omg i'm suddenly pumped up about doing chinese pt omg this is the first time i've ever been excited about a &lt;i&gt;chinese &lt;/i&gt;assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i watched the movie the first time i only watched half of it actually because i was dozing on and off (not because it was boring, because i was seriously very sleepyD: ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway so i didn't really understand it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyway im watching it again now (on the computer this time, where i can plonk my butt on the chair and i won't fall asleep!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it is really quite nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially the violin parts, omg, watching that, i really wished i learnt how to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that end scene is really moving if you watch it in the context of the movie :) really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that boy, he is either a really talented violinst or a really talented actor haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway awesome! the last thing i want is for this pt to be a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-will update more about other stuff next time!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5565631290268040665?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5565631290268040665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5565631290268040665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5565631290268040665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5565631290268040665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no-i-realised-i-havent-updated-at.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5240211371835834476</id><published>2009-05-28T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:52:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: red; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;div class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;div id="div_customCSS"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;br /&gt;All alone, I walk with him till morning&lt;br /&gt;Without him&lt;br /&gt;I feel his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my way I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he has found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain the pavement shines like silver&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are misty in the river&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is him and me for ever and forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking to myself and not to him&lt;br /&gt;And although I know that he is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still I say, there's a way for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over&lt;br /&gt;He is gone, the river's just a river&lt;br /&gt;Without him the world around me changes&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The streets are full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But every day I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've only been pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without me his world will go on turning&lt;br /&gt;A world that's full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;That I have never known!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i love love love the song the lyrics are like poetry it's so sweet and sad! hehe love singing les miserables in choir, especially love this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways school's out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but believe it or not i have like EIGHT PTs to do terrible right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah wells th is holiday wasn't meant to be a holiday anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dont mind packing it up with stuff it i dont end up just sleeping the day away :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh and my study room aircon is not fixed yet; it's freaking hot in here D: (and no, it's not just because i'm in the room xD )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5240211371835834476?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5240211371835834476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5240211371835834476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5240211371835834476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5240211371835834476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-my-own-pretending-hes-beside-me-all.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6145052380476773476</id><published>2009-05-25T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:31:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i need intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;attention to stop tempation to scream; baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;everything is *-ed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tell me what do you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;when it all falls apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHARGHARGHARGHARGH!@$%#%$^%#@#$!%^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-distress-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh it sucks that i haven't managed to get a proper rest since the exams ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is this man does the school think we're not deserving of a break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just came back from the tioman briefing (super late la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 9+ alr and i still have to do zuo wen by tomorrow and revise for math ga, tomorrow also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neither of which i have started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on top of that have to sort out some house stuff omg ):&lt;br /&gt;and then tomorrow will be spent doing the MIA submission that is due wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm maybe it's just my bad time mangement skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the weather is so humid and the aircon in the study is spoilt HELP ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my parents, especially my dad, are being a pain in the ass):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he wants me to sleep by 12 tonight PLEASE CAN'T HE SEE THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's trying to make me feel bad by saying those 'oh fine lor i leave it up to you lor' and walking away whistling. HULLO, WHISTLING? out of all the ways he could have said he didnt care less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean he is always like oh i think my advice is so great, so you take it as it is or leave it. (false dilemma much?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is veeeeeeeery annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and i'm very irked by his attitude)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;{keep holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;cuz you know you'll make it through, you'll make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;just stay strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;cuz you know i'm here for you, i'm here for you}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;counting counting 1,2,3 more days to the Last Day of School THANKGOODNESS !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and YAY I'M LOOKIN FORWARD TO TIOMAN:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but darn -quotes mr lim- 'there WILL be snakes'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[??]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6145052380476773476?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6145052380476773476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6145052380476773476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6145052380476773476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6145052380476773476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-intervention-attention-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3510058175854923250</id><published>2009-05-24T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:28:58.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;The following is a rant/ exposition about the american idol result that I churned out because I was getting more and more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed off &lt;/span&gt;at the treatment of the kris winning/ adam losing ‘major catastrophe’. So if you have absolutely no interest in AI whatsoever spare yourself and DON’T READ the next few long paras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;ANYWAY didn’t get a chance to post about this on thursday, but AI results set me on a high for the rest of the day 8D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;(but apparently, not high enough to clear my 2.4. SHIT.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Anyway at around 9.58 a.m. we heard an ear-splitting, resounding scream (which was quite amusing) from our class. And we were like HUH what is this fire drill arh. But it seemed more like a squeal of joy rather than a scream of terror.So within 10 seconds something clicked in my brain and I suspected it had something to do with the AI results. And someone went to check and yes apparently it was. But we still didn’t know who won yet. (Though I thought, judging from the scream it must have been adam) So tried to sit through Chinese but kept feeling distracted. (it’s actually not just the suspense la I can NEVER focus during Chinese anyway. I’m such a horrible horrible student in Chinese D:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But so after Chinese we got the news that KRIS WON and I was like 8D 8D 8D almost jumping for joy and *lapses into irrational semi-fangirly mode which I usually hold back* And it didn’t help my class was quite predominantly pro-adam and that I was surrounded by 4 adam supporters haha and hope I wasn’t offensive I didn’t mean to be offensive if I was. Haha but adam really rocks too he’s my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; fav after kris and Allison. I was really backing the 3 of them right from the start but unfortunately danny got a bit further than Allison ): anyway adam is such a gentleman he was REALLY, REALLY GRACIOUS about not winning when everyone expected him to, and he keeps proving himself to be a very sincere guy:) which makes him very likeable despite the gayness and all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;But my fear about Kris winning was that he would get all this kind of hate and shit from adam supporters or whoever. Sheesh what did he do wrong, all he did was sing and that adam didn’t win, it was the fault of his fans right? For not voting enough, And simon cowell, who rudely refused to stand up to show support, he’s such as ass):. WOULD YOU GUYS JUST GIVE HIM THE CREDIT, MAN! I mean, anyone who can sing play the guitar and arrange songs like that- so talented- deserves to be idolized. (yeah man if only I were as good) Heartless on the guitar was &lt;3 st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and then my wish is for him to autograph my guitar or something. Haha why not right!) He is a brilliant brilliant artist who puts so much emotion into his songs (I probably could list all his songs) E.G. aint no sunshine, falling slowly (which upon rewatching I think I cried). and he is proof that emotional connectedness truimps over vocal technical perfection, anytime. Remember what we learnt singing ave in choir! So those who said that people vote for kris only because they hated adam because he’s gay you are wrong wrong wrong! Some people DID NOT start voting for him only in the finale and just because their favourite got out and they had to find another fav that wasn’t adam. He was my fav/ my mum’s fav since right from top36/top13. and NOT just because ‘he’s cute’ too. So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;shut it man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (: (: [sry I am getting rather defensive.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;And you could feel and share his exhilaration every week. Because no one really expected him to get into top 13 anyway (as well as some of the subsequent rounds) but the point is that he just kept proving and proving he was worthy! And similarly he won idol and many people aren’t giving him the credit, but hopefully he will also eventually prove that he’s worthy of it. And I think it’s totally OK that he’s not the typical superstar-personality-type that adam is. (That is a stereotype, which is okay to be broken: no boundaries.) I like it that he’s humble, and this is so rare to find among stars nowadays. Hear that simon? So yeah, I’m upporting kris allen 100% and I will try to buy his album the first day it comes out in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:D. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way there is a pattern. grace and her mum’s early favourite always wins&lt;/span&gt; – first david cook (whom I insist rocks more than archuleta) then kris (: we have a knack for supporting the right person eh:D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;RANT OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Okay now two more significant events from Thursday:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Math RA test was :/ :/ I hope it turns out better than the first one. I couldn’t believe it because I found I was actually only learning the stuff for the first time on that day before the exam. Thanks to a certain relief teacher who went waay too fast for everyone’s good. Well I will probably fail again but hopefully not as dismally as the first test. And even though I will definitely get ungraded anyway&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;for ra math (ms tan said around 1/3 of the class (including china scholars) gets ungraded. I am the worst in a class. Therefore I will definitely get ungraded) I don’t regret being in this because I think im benefiting from this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;And OMG 2.4, or rather, 1.1 was horrible. I feel like such a loser. And I didn’t even dare to show up in choir after that. I think I started to fast because I was pacing with kay yi and Dionne (stupid eh?) who managed to get As comfortably. That’s just not my pace!!! So my the third round not only was I lagging behind them I felt as though I was seeing double and I thought there was no way I could make it through another 3 rounds without fainting. So I pulled out after 2 and ¾ rounds (hence the 1.1km only) Anyway thank you KAY YI for always managing to lighten and brighten things up no matter how disappointing. You’re really this super hyper cheery ball of sunshine (not quite a ball but still) and thanks for making me feel better and less like a loser. Your attitude towards life is amazing:D Oh mann so I need to retest everything in august. And I need to find someone of similar (slow) pace to pace with. I wonder if it was the right choice to pull out. Maybe I wasn’t really feeling faint or seeing double, maybe I was just imagining it. Maybe I’m so weak-willed and lacking in confidence that I don’t even dare to push myself any further. I think I really lack mental stamina… i came away feeling very very upset and disappointed with myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Oh wells im gonna train up for this man [august]. May we’re going jogging, yes? :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;-----------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;Open house today was quite tiring D: and our performance was :/ well we managed to convey the emotions even though we went off pitch and sped up… [argh] hopefully the audience didn’t notice much. And nicole why did you have to film it that was not very nice :/ And ivp booth was daamn slack we were just sitting around reading the cap portfolios and calculating gpas with excel (a rather depressing activity). And I found that some of the p6es, well they seem to grow up too fast! and kimberley has awesome sticker designing skills they were really pretty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and pity i had to miss learning of les miserables D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH CHOIR CONCERT I WANT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. happy birthday GIOVANNI and MAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(giovanni i didn't know you were sixteen O: really!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3510058175854923250?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3510058175854923250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3510058175854923250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3510058175854923250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3510058175854923250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/following-is-rant-exposition-about.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8530452470768220883</id><published>2009-05-17T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:10:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I srsly couldn't be bothered to update the place la (barely anyone comes here anywayD:), usually just spam twitter with updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so YAY this is what's been going on this past week or so(twitter posts):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and a grand piano. i promised my mum to practise every day if she got me a grand piano, and she gave me The Look D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1825808653" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="42"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"after going to my cousin's house yet again, i decided we totally need a cool stereo sound system in the house! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1825801692" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="43"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and SMP. math RA test D: on thurs; how couldyou be so heartless! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1825796177" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="44"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my schedule is so messed up i got choir x 3, philo COI, grooming course, PEP, 2.4 which is supposed to fit into 5 afternoons next week? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1825781219" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="45"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah the song is so... explosive! (for the lack of a better word) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1817232967" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fine you win? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1817068997" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="47"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BETTER GO AND GETCHYOUR ARMOUR jordin sparks' song pretty (addicting?no.) captivating huh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1817067085" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="48"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can't sing and play an instrument at the same time :( "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1816896164" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="49"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[[MAYBE I JUST BLEW A (GREAT) CHANCE]] oh wells:) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1814886623" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="50"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and on a separate issue, wonder if i did make the right choice :/ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1814848331" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha played tennis squash and badminton with deepa rebecca and kay yi today! and i feel fit for once 8D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1814842493" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="52"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you did!? i didn't copy. but that happened to be the song i was listening too. weird, we came up with the same line!? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1813895624" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="33"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="53"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and i know i'll be okay; tho my skies are turning grey "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1813834744" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="54"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think i'm really falling sick D: i need a rest so bloody bad after this week but im not able to get it! ): "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1807207089" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="55"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI MAY:D welcumm to twitter! i am using my 100th update to greet you (be honoured hehe) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1806936594" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="36"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="56"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have been such a grouch this afternoon (and the rest of today actually) Hehe don't mind me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1804803406" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="57"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This week was one of the most exhausting weeks ever D: And it's not over yet my to-do list which i keyed into my phone spilled over to sms 2 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1804781507" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="58"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how do exfoliation domes look like! D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1795807186" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="59"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YEAH RIGHT you totally wrote about a 6pac! same with me + physics "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1795804758" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="40"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="60"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are so beautiful to me [?] ARGG GEOG. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1795771634" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="61"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stop being so depressed you won't fail! eh my this sem also very screwed lah. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1795763751" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="124"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="144"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...but not very focused in the end. was running in and out of the room with the TV hehe "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1795755537" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="125"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="145"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grace is going to be a focused girl D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1794831936" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="126"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="146"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wondering why i'm posting so early? Cuz i pulled out of napfa. Felt feverish and didn't want to faint. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1793322954" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="127"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="147"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoohoo i am thrilled by the idol result 8D ...i guess adam will prolly win, and deservedly so. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1793307980" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="128"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="148"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"argh now on to geog...D: rgs is so full of shit la who schedules 2.4 before an exam! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1785092663" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="129"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="149"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"please let danny go out tmr! D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1785082303" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="130"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="150"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am damn jealous!&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1785073765" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="131"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="151"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"physics was screwed to the max D: and 2.4 tomorrow arrghhh ): "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1783835792" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="132"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="152"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks loads for the spam D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1783827392" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="133"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="153"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ronald Mcdonald Is Very Ugly (and) Xtra Gay "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1782612342" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="154"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah it does right! haha thanks :) :) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772419238" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="135"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="155"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cheer up la just so long you do okay for the Major One (you know?) it's fine "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772411737" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="136"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="156"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANKS and fine i am overreacting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772373297" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="137"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="157"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i know who your science teacher is ya know. eh displaying the results is totally unnecessary, but that's what ms phua did too "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772370726" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="138"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="158"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey thanks for the present! and hifive* yeah today sucked eggs "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772154677" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="139"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="159"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"6) physics is tmr and i don't have a protractor. what else could go wrong omg. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772072357" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="140"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="160"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"4)i went into the usnw venue only to find out i didn't sign up (wth i was pretty sure i did) 5)kinda half lost my voice suddenly "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772069709" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="141"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="161"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what went wrong today: 1) i forgot someone's present; 2) english was incoherent crap; 3)EVERYTHING about chinese was wrong "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772064313" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="142"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this chinese paper was the crappiest chinese exam in the history of crappy chinese exam "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1772060538" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="143"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="163"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a very frustrating day :@ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1771618709" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="187"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="207"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but still :D :D :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1763838147" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="188"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="208"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grace is elated because her (old) childhood friend from US remembered her birthday. okay fine there was a facebook reminder "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1763837117" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="189"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="209"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah maybe i am. should learn to chill:) haha gd luck for tomorrow! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1763831681" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="190"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="210"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO don't waste your energy haha! your definition of 'good' music is rather ... weird "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1763822417" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="191"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="211"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE INTERNET IS EVERYWHERE. EVERYwhere. Everywhere. YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY YOU CAN’T ESCAPE It is EVERYWHERE. *maniacal laughter* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1763014021" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="192"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="212"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU, once again! you wished me on twitter x 3, blog and sms x 2!:p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1762980938" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="193"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="213"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whoo hoo going to school later tomorrow and can sleep in :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1762882678" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="194"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="214"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um guess what i haven't started doing anything about english. hmm i shall start now:D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1762382733" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="195"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="215"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"twittering from phone hee(: 12:37 pm and i'm officially fifteen! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1760459413" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="196"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="216"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the first time i actually have to spend the 11th of may mugging. YAY awesome day ain't it! 8D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1759911441" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="197"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="217"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU the cup and monster mouse pad are really cute:D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1759875227" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="218"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"谢谢你 rachel! (in an attempt to be bilingual for tomorrow's SAs) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1759866852" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="199"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="219"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THANK YOU PRISSY POO :D "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1759854600" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="200"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="220"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"munching on a donut with chocolate filling,,, fattening D: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="fav-action non-fav" id="status_star_1755712177" title="favorite this update" jquery1242568487086="201"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="del" title="delete this update" jquery1242568487086="221"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fifteen- taylor swift. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8530452470768220883?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8530452470768220883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8530452470768220883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8530452470768220883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8530452470768220883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-srsly-couldnt-be-bothered-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1535674547482279455</id><published>2009-05-11T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:30:20.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'Cause when you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Somebody tells you they love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And when you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Feeling like there's nothing to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Well, count to ten, take it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is life before you know who you're gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fifteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew there was something special about this age;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like the final year of your actual youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once you're 16, i dunno, i guess it sounds different already O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less reason and excuses for acting silly and insane and innocent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well thank you to all who wished me happy birthday and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a SUPER AWESOME DAY TODAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suuuuper awesome:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(no but &lt;s&gt;more sincerely and with less hint of sacarsm&lt;/s&gt;, thank you really!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's no place i'd rather be, y'know (wow sounds like some national day song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than right here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;having a nice bonding session with my homework and worksheets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my very best friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STAY POSITIVE MAN:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway thankgoodness for the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:20pt;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:27px;"&gt;i love you world:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and wow wow wow this is post number 301 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1535674547482279455?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1535674547482279455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1535674547482279455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1535674547482279455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1535674547482279455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-when-youre-fifteen-and-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6127503897686132728</id><published>2009-05-08T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:54:46.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;snake phobia = &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Ophidiophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;haha i also checked and i found a list of phobias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;some of them are damn amusing :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com/"&gt;http://www.phobialist.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Paraskavedekatriaphobia- Fear of Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Philemaphobia or Philematophobia- Fear of kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Anablephobia- Fear of looking up.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Apeirophobia- Fear of infinity (hmm i can somehow relate to how this make make you feel insecure)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;a name="A-"&gt;Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things. (wth!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Coprastasophobia- Fear of constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Consecotaleophobia- Fear of chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Ephebiphobia- Fear of teenagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Xanthophobia- Fear of the color yellow or the word yellow. (WHYY would anyone?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;haha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'new gothic nt';"&gt;Testophobia- Fear of taking tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all these are much much more ridiculous than snake phobia, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6127503897686132728?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6127503897686132728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6127503897686132728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6127503897686132728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6127503897686132728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/snake-phobia-ophidiophobia-haha-i-also.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-975645569174273522</id><published>2009-05-08T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:37:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ehh this blog is like quite dead ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life has been so boring nowadays. the other day i was trying to find what is motivating me now and i realised there was nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't have anything much to look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that sucks because now every day is just like 得过且过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every week i look forward to the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and every week and passes so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the next week starts again and i am looking forward to the weekend again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school sucks, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll be super glad next friday when all the exams have ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the exams that are finished, well so far they were not very good. especially math, and ss quite bad too. because like i spent two days studying chem (and all the studying didn't help) and started on SS like the evening before. suicide right. (hmm bad time management i know) yeah then i studied till late into the night and i had to go to sleep because it was too late alr but i couldn't remember anything i studied and i knew my points weren't good. and i think i took another ages to get to sleep because i was too stressed and on the verge of crying and i even dreamt about  ss for the second day in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's a lot of stuff i wanna do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOVIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cycling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel like going for more guitar classes but they don't really help :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ICE SKATING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this i really, really, really wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who wants to go with me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah and about time we start on busking too eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but at least tioman is on! they cancelled it because of the swine flu but now with the lowered alert level, it's on again:D i'm really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's something too look forward to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was looking at the itenary thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then i came across pictures of people holding snakes, the thin small ones, and putting them around their neck. help i am scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet june hols will suck like hell because with 1 week for tioman and 2 weeks for smp, that leaves me with like 1 week to do a gazillion PTs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the dreaded chinese is on tuesday, hopefully i do well or at least decently for once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm also pretty worried for english too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am totally not connecting to geog i don't really see the point in studying what we are studying. like coastal management structures and weathering., seriously? so i have a feeling i will do v badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a sidenote, just three days to my birthday (glad there is a holiday and not an exam day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha somehow i can relate certain personality traits to certain months/ days of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;january is the winter sort of person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may is the spring sort of person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;june is the summer sort of person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and september is the autumn sort of person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm actually i don't think i make sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-975645569174273522?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/975645569174273522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=975645569174273522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/975645569174273522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/975645569174273522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/05/ehh-this-blog-is-like-quite-dead-life.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1952577332570213095</id><published>2009-04-30T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:26:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel that with twitter, blogger is quite redundant.&lt;div&gt;all the short updates go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET. TWITTER. !.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i will still definitely use the blog for lengthy posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh math today was screwed like shit. i think maybe no more 4.0 for sem one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a disgrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made this really really really really stupid careless mistake that might cost me all 4 marks, and i hate myself for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah and i had to go for citideas interview without a partner and without a prototype! O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it went okay i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha may sherry and i were totally wasting a lot of time at suntec before and after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no in the end i didnt buy a watch for my mum's bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks sherry/may for reminding me about the 送钟 thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt even buy one for myself cuz no cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i had no idea hallmark cards were thaat ex.i went to pay for it thinking it costs 3 bucks or something then the counter guy scanned and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'damn 7 bucks ):'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh im damn scared for the next two weeks' tests, i can't afford to screw up any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what, napfa is next tuesday?why am i so ill informed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i have become less and less athletic over the years (not like i really ever was). i can't believe i actually competed in sports fest in sec one O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must be due to the rgs lifestyle youre just too tired to do anything but collapse on the bed and sleep-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1952577332570213095?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1952577332570213095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1952577332570213095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1952577332570213095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1952577332570213095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-feel-that-with-twitter.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3631855700754636405</id><published>2009-04-27T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:00:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grace tried out twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's off to watch lee chin and friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3631855700754636405?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3631855700754636405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3631855700754636405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3631855700754636405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3631855700754636405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/grace-tried-out-twitter-and-shes-off-to.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5612453122169975241</id><published>2009-04-25T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T01:51:40.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SfMvmbKtraI/AAAAAAAAAME/v09k4e0Vm8U/s1600-h/facebook+CHOIR+BOMBARDING!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SfMvmbKtraI/AAAAAAAAAME/v09k4e0Vm8U/s400/facebook+CHOIR+BOMBARDING!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328655121283657122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was bombarded with choir related facebook emails thanks to a single picture (uploaded on facebook):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SfMwEy3pHDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Hc2yQU6FeBg/s400/choir+partayye+24-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328655643042192434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i love our choir to BITS. that friday during the party, just sitting down as and singing as a group was really awesome-- music is really something that binds people together. when we sing as a group, we are one voice, one heart. (omg why does this sound like some ndp slogan thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thank you for the music the songs i'm singing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;thanks for all the joy they're bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which probably means my life would be a mess without music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way i really love this song- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoSL_qayMCc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;falling slowly&lt;/a&gt;. i just found out the song was nominated for oscars? O: i wanna watch the movie, for fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway kris allen &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0LISmz8WVc"&gt;sang it on american idol &lt;/a&gt; (thats how i came to know of the song) and left me feeling the way AVE makes you feel!! O': idk it's the kind of song lah, the simple melody, sad but yearning and hopeful type. (okay i have no idea how i ended up comparing this to ave O:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway kris is musically SUPER talented! since adamis going to win anyway (as much as i scorn his gayness he is like, EPIC.) i hope kris gets second to adam! and (hopefully) allison third, she's so cool :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the song, the song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the guitar part is super pretty &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;It's such a simple tune but yet it's so beautiful O; O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm pretty much obsessed about playing the guitar part the other day for one hour it was basically [play-pause-repeatsong] listening over and over again to figure out the guitar part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS  &lt;s&gt;GUY&lt;/s&gt;BOY came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHENOMENAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[he's like what? ten years old max?? prolly younger.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i heard loads of songs he covered before but i didnt know he could play this song!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;falling slowly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXl4C76_1nA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXl4C76_1nA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; "&gt;[credits to nicole for finding the video]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after hearing him i think i sound so amateur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;argh life isn't fair D:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway. now school is getting busier and busier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;with SAs starting next week but it sure doesnt feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;some subjects i feel okay with, like chem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but many others i'm practically clueless what's going on, just like going with the flow kinda thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;like for geog im so confused (and i'm starting to get SICK of physical geog, i want human geogD:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and ss is like an information overload and english im also feeling lost and chinese is well, i was destined to fail it anyway.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[quoting rachel lim] LIFE SUCKS D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and by some unforseen circumstances i have to go for lee chin and friends next week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;falling slowly.[to pieces]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5612453122169975241?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5612453122169975241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5612453122169975241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5612453122169975241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5612453122169975241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-bombarded-with-choir-related.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SfMvmbKtraI/AAAAAAAAAME/v09k4e0Vm8U/s72-c/facebook+CHOIR+BOMBARDING!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-654360693358974813</id><published>2009-04-22T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:40:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;okay so yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;monday was terribly emotionally draining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im just gonna do a short post here (i'll fill it in with a long one on friday when i have time:/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just wanna say thank you rgs choir[heart] for the experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though we lost the honours we had nothing else to lose, we have really grown so, super alot during the course of syf prac, both vocally and erm, bonding as a choir, that i have to absolutely agree with what ms loo said, we come out of this with no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you know better than to judge our performance based on some silly award, or based on just ONE performance on syf itself. think about how awesome we sounded before, and what potential we had ever achieved while practising. that is what accurately defines our true talent:) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45); font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-654360693358974813?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/654360693358974813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=654360693358974813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/654360693358974813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/654360693358974813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-so-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6140175627519812396</id><published>2009-04-19T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:24:07.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so this is it! in 24 hours time, we would have finished our song, we would know the result and syf- wow it will be over. i guess yesterday the fact the SYF was tomorrow hadn't sunk in, but now it has. this is it. tomorrow is the result of all the hardwork we have put in, it all comes down to this. and i know that if we get gold with honours we will all be crying. (if we fall short we will also be crying). because this has been a long long journey and we have given SO MUCH into this preparation and yeap, tomorrow's performance couldn't be more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus, for many of us it is our first and last syf. (im still quite upset that im having a sore throat it's very hard to sing properly like this D:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember how one and a half weeks ago i was still doubtful that we could even perform decently for syf but somehow last week everything just shaped up. it's amazing. ms loo is amazing. saturday i truly saw how amazing she was. her take on ave was just, let's just say it inspired some of us to tears? i'm sure if we manage to feel the music tomorrow, we will be crying on the stage. but yes this is what ave is about(we finally got it on saturday). (previously i've been going back and forth about whether it was happy or sad): it is about how there is this little ounce(however little, it exists) of genuine goodness (of purity, peace) left in this world, and okay, religious connotations aside, this song is a plea to be forgiven for all things bad (sins?) and a plea to protect and preserve whatever goodness remains on this earth, it being so precious and rare. and hopefully goodness can be restored to the world (this is what i feel when i sing that last pure c major chord, that goodness has been restored and the world is illuminated in a new light).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes and ms loo managed to help us feel all this on saturday. so i guess the song is both sad, but also yearning and hopeful. it is a deep and beautiful piece. prior to last week i loved ave for the prettysounding harmonies, but now on top of that the piece is beautiful to me for its meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are going to sing like angels tomorrow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[i'm very very excited to reproduce that same effect they managed to do in 2007 with itsuki!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are going to touch the judges. we are going to stir up tears among the audience, we are going to paint a beautiful scenic picture with white horses, we are going to convincingly act like children for word game, and we are going to exit the stage after ave with the audience and judges left with tingly sensations on their spines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very very excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeap hopefully tomorrow you will be flooded with good news when you read the blogs of choir people (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RGS CHOIR FT(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;)W(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;)!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6140175627519812396?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6140175627519812396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6140175627519812396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6140175627519812396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6140175627519812396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-this-is-it-in-24-hours-time-we-would.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-97611575386244194</id><published>2009-04-14T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:09:55.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) I LOVE WEDNESDAYS wednesdays are one of the slackest days of the week ;D plus i always watch TV on wednesdays. on the other hand tuesdays suck because of piano lesson ugh D:( btw i am CONFIRM failing my exam because i havent really practiced for 2-3 months. the only practice i get is during the lesson this sucks :/ hmm maybe i should start doing something about it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) shit there is suddenly REALLY ALOT of work D: to be done. and i thought i was quite free 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) ... and SYF is in 6 days time (with 3 pracs left) omg D: i really really hope we can deliver a solid performance :/ :/ rgs choir ftgwh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and because of choir prac i have to miss a botanical gardens picnic outing thing. okay not like botanic gardens is the most interesting place to go or anything, but still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) is the school infested with mosquitoes or something! i just sat down at the canteen bench for 20 minutes and i am counting at least 6 (new) mosquito bites now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) sidenote: hahaha FLAG! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-97611575386244194?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/97611575386244194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=97611575386244194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/97611575386244194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/97611575386244194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-wednesdays-wednesdays-are-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8627354556939291023</id><published>2009-04-10T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:34:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time, gotta pack and sleep, so just a short post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Good Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i was actually awaiting 3 pieces of bad news today(yeap they're all pretty bad alright) but none of them came, YAY! i'm really really thankful. and argh all the unnecessary stress! btw bio wasn't as screwed as i expected (i expected below 30 definitely) because they were lenient-ish! It was pretty o.k.! (I'm being a bit optimistic here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm staying overnight at my cousins' house tomorrow because my parents are overseas anyway. and it's so damn convenient to go to school from there on saturday, they're 3 busstops away!! omg i totally have to move house):  so that it's at least somewhere closer to the rest of civilisation!?! my house now is so far from school ): oh yeah and probably going sherilyn's house tomorrow...which is also super near school oh man i'm so envious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) choir exchange with strings, we sang better than tuesday definitely! it was 'a Good Performance, but not a Great Performance'. yeap hopefully we'll achieve perfection in 10 days time! but 10 days somehow seems a bit short leh.hope we can make it.and also let 20 april just be one of those good singing days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) TGIT. thank goodness it's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;only applicable for long weekends :D we need more of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh but i think this particular long weekend will be wasted/played away la. which is kinda bad, because i suddenly realise i have a backlog of homework D:&lt;br /&gt;and nooo according to huiyi 12 may is a tripleSA day. so like, the 11th will be spent mugging my butts off. what a way to spend your birthday :/ suckks ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8627354556939291023?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8627354556939291023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8627354556939291023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8627354556939291023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8627354556939291023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-time-gotta-pack-and-sleep-so-just.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8570570980319994095</id><published>2009-04-03T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:37:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey who knew that choir was this popular.&lt;br /&gt;so this was what happened today, for those who are not in choir and wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;we were down for performance in upper sec assembly, but whatever programme you guys had on (was it some rock concert/ dance programme) exceeded their time which left us with no time to perform so we had to return to class still dressed in our gowns, severely maluated because somehow everyone knew we were performing but the performance never came.&lt;br /&gt;stupid planning (on the part of the school?)&lt;br /&gt;yep so when i stepped into class everyone was like 'OMGG CHOIR?!?!' 'HEY WHY CHOIR NEVER PERFORM' and on of my classmates(sry, forgot who) told me that people were all chanting "choir!choir!choir!"&lt;br /&gt;i must say that kind of response help to lessen my annoyance with the situation (but prolly much less annoyed than miss loo :/)&lt;br /&gt;because, it was very heartening to know that the rest of the school shared our excitement about performing.&lt;br /&gt;yep so in the end performed for lower sec assembly instead.&lt;br /&gt;okay granted pitching was screwed and rhythm at parts too, but somehow i felt that we got into the mood better than before leh. does anyone else think so. (no? but we still got feedback that we looked very stoney for white horses)&lt;br /&gt;by the way i like the new angklung costume 8D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo and we sang the best in ages in choir today. at least for white horses. (ms)marytan was smiling away we could see. aww but somehow it's kinda hard to do what you do in the choir room on stage, it's a totally different environemnt and feeling!&lt;br /&gt;and after that exasperating choir prac on thursday i find white horses such a tough song to sing. okay not really tough to sing, but tough to sing well. there are so many things to watch out for! rhythm, mood/feeling, rhythm, consonants, rhythm, dynamics RHYTHM !!! argh.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i totally, totally agree with what ms choo said about not letting your grades affect your self worth. (argh i think the singaporean society has totally got the wrong focus why should grades/achievemnets matter so much!)&lt;br /&gt;i mean after flunking english physics and geog (but at least i DIDN'T. FAIL. GEOG, so that surpassed expectations) all at one go this week, i gotta adopt a more positive attitude man.&lt;br /&gt;you might ace the FA but flunk the SA for the same subject, but hullo! it's still the same one standard that you have. then are you 到底good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;that's why we shouldn't use grades to assess our ability in a subject because they often dont credit you enough for your ability, or, if stuff go in your favour, they give you more credit than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;if you're good, you know you're good, and if you're bad, you know you're bad, and you dont need grades (dude, it's just a number) to tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;i just get very !@^^#@@!#?^&amp;amp;? when they dont give you enough credit.&lt;br /&gt;like mistakes so careless it makes you wanna faint. e.g., physics. (i'm not telling you then so you WONT faint-.-)&lt;br /&gt;and cancelling out the RIGHT answers last minute wth... e.g., english, geog.&lt;br /&gt;yeap so i was rather annoyed this week. at myself? i dunno... i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;it's the SAME THING for stuff like syf. it sucks that that one performance should matter so much. (mary tan said something about this today) if you've been singing well all along, but screw up that One Important Performance, no count! and if you think you performed well, but the judges, for some reason, hated it, no count either ):&lt;br /&gt;IMO what matters most is our own judgement of how well we sing. i'd like to believe that this SYF, we are singing to prove to ourselves more so than to the judges. but still, how sweet it would be if apart from singing well, we also have a nicely-earned, deserved gold with honours to prove to ourselves that we rock!&lt;br /&gt;you know, to build ego and self esteem, what we crave and need is that sense of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf in 18; comeon comeon GWH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tag replies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[clarisse] i think i can go!! :D aww i kinda wish you were going too, but anyways, have fun in US instead! -jealous look-&lt;br /&gt;[pris] thanks pris ily alot too you're a great and fun friend! ahhh syf (:&lt;br /&gt;[daniella] hey! oh are you referring to the ave description... heh heh i guess i got carried away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8570570980319994095?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8570570980319994095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8570570980319994095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8570570980319994095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8570570980319994095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-who-knew-that-choir-was-this.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3020646347244297013</id><published>2009-03-28T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:04:17.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So take a good look at my face&lt;br /&gt;You'll see my smile looks out of place&lt;br /&gt;Just look closer, it's easy to trace&lt;br /&gt;The tracks of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really loved this song when adam lambert sang it. dont get me wrong i still dislike him because of youknowwhatreason. but the lyrics were beautiful (i can relate to it) i kept playing the video over and over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'm finally updating after ages :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week was somehow really busy and stressful like hell, and i'm like WOW hello this only the first week of term two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was a lot of worrying about various stuff, i think i was generally not in a good mood last week. like ihgs and the silly tiomantrip issue and worrying about syf results and about who to call the smp mentor, and math exam and chem spa and idunnowhatelse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha anyway choir today sounded: Frickin' Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was seriously super shiok singing ave. we sounded really great for once! And i think this was the first time in many months since I actually, truly felt for a song i was singing in choir. especially the last bit it was lovely like first the acending scale which grows higher and louder and finally ends in that nice pure chord. it was the first time that as i sang that part i could imagine a ray of light penetrating through the clouds, then that ray widens and widens and intensifies and grows and spreads until finally the entire earth as far as you can see is illuminated, when the last chord is sound. like whoa magical right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are going to ROCK syf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw i'm really really glad that our whole batch is in syf! i love my batchmates! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was math ra test on friday and i failed. no im not just saying i failed because i thought i did terribly, i failed because i didnt even attempt enough questions to give me half the marks:P SUCKS right. and i studied pretty hard for it. but surprisingly im not that upset. i could have definitely done more questions if there was more time! but i wasted loads of time doing questions i couldnt even solve in the end. oh well ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm there's nothing much to update about. school has been painfully boring. and as for choir, it's getting better (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3020646347244297013?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.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-5463800111276968916.post-1171611485133268719</id><published>2009-03-17T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:44:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah i forgot to mention something that happened during our little cycling trip on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;we were stopping to fix my bicycle- the chain got dislodged from the gear- after it crashed onto the ground (luckily i jumped off before i could crash along with it), then i felt this wet substance land on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like oh no is it gonna rain D: then i looked down and saw that it was birdshit -.- so suay right. out of all places the shit could land it had to land on my ankle. then my uncle was like WAH go copy down the bicycle number you might strike lottery (haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays AIME was quite crap. i did like 3 out of 15 questions correctly i think, which i was actually quite happy about because i managed 2 in the practice one. crazy right. there were people who did 7 questions and they were complaining -.- anyway i got quite annoyed with your(refers to more than one person) attitudes. just because im not in math soc, and because i dont have the label 'supermathwhiz' attached to my name, doesn't mean you have to not take me seriously right. well obviously you didn't actually SAY it out but i can tell what you're thinking from your behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my blog is one of my most treasured possessions. it's a record of practically all that has happened to me since the blog was started, considering i am a rather open blogger, and awfully frank on my blog. i don't keep many secrets from my blog. the stuff that are real secret go into my diary, and that's only the really really private stuff. so this blog more or less has everything. it's like a storybook, and also a time machine, for me to go back and relive the past when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;[[and i don't think i would trade it for the world.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir tomorrow, please give us all good news :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1171611485133268719?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1171611485133268719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1171611485133268719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her&lt;br /&gt;she barely understands me at all though she thinks she does&lt;br /&gt;we were arguing and i raised my arm in a gesture (seriously, just a gesture!) and she accused me of wanting to &lt;em&gt;hit&lt;/em&gt; her *cue prolonged defeaning shrieking*&lt;br /&gt;(no the gesture wasnt even like threatening to hit her or something, it's just you get carried away when you argue and you might just raise your hand right)&lt;br /&gt;like WTH right?!&lt;br /&gt;unreasonable much, just because she wasn't happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont inherit her temper (i DON'T think i did) because it'll just give me high blood pressure problems or something&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why she wants to scream at me over every little unreasonable thing because im just like 'mm mm yeah whatever' i dont even bother to shout back because it would just kill my voice forever&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, in an argument, if one person loses her head and shouts and overpowers the other whereas the other person manages to keep her cool, i think it is the second person who wins.&lt;br /&gt;you know she shouts at just about everyone in the house and the neighbours have ever inquired about the loud noise you know&lt;br /&gt;im not kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really pissed off now.&lt;br /&gt;i usually dont bitch about people like that yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5529726105361134631?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5529726105361134631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i'm so sorry for the previous depressing rant (which i stayed till 3am to complete).&lt;br /&gt;i shall attempt to fill this place up with happy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;(i'm still v worried though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;And things are just a little strange&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long now&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And overhead the skies are clear&lt;br /&gt;But it still seems to rain on you,&lt;br /&gt;And your only friends all have&lt;br /&gt;Better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now things are only getting worse&lt;br /&gt;And you need someone to take the blame&lt;br /&gt;When your lover's gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no-one to share the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sleeping with the TV on&lt;br /&gt;And you're lying in an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;All the alcohol in the world&lt;br /&gt;Could never help me to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,&lt;br /&gt;Just try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to make it&lt;br /&gt;Through the day,&lt;br /&gt;Oh just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone (you're not alone)&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;When your down and lost&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,&lt;br /&gt;Try a little harder&lt;br /&gt;Try your best to make it&lt;br /&gt;Through the day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which reminds me i better start on my song!)&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda havent done any homework yet (last wk was somehow so filled with stuff)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah im screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went cycling with my parents, sister, cousin, other young cousin(who sat on the baby seat thing) and a few aunts and uncles. whoo we cycled further than i've ever done before&lt;br /&gt;i think im damn accident prone D:&lt;br /&gt;a few times i almost fell then jumped off the bike in time&lt;br /&gt;another time my sister and i kinda crashed into each other&lt;br /&gt;and another time i kinda knocked into a young 5yrold girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt hurt and i asked if shes ok and she said yes but then she gave me this hateful face&lt;br /&gt;then i walked away and a while later i saw her in the distance with her parents&lt;br /&gt;and her dad had like tattoos on his arms&lt;br /&gt;so i was like O.O shit dont wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;*tries to evade them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap and this afternoon we went to watch marley and me. my first movie of the year haha! actually i found the movie quite draggy but it was still nice and awfully sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir tomorrow, and i don't want to know man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7744264486014071676?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7744264486014071676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7744264486014071676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7744264486014071676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7744264486014071676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-sorry-for-previous-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3184073373184362063</id><published>2009-03-15T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:59:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's at times like these when i think life sucks to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf auditions, to sum it up in&lt;br /&gt;one word: disastrous&lt;br /&gt;((if you don't want to read on then excuse yourself because you might end up thinking i moan too much or that im a rotten bunch of sour grapes you know.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but it was really really really really really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;if 10 is what i sound like at my peak and 1 is what i sounded like last year during the prolonged period of sore throat when my voice kept cracking during mary tans' sessions like once in every ten notes, then the audition would have been 2.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i was even closed to this depressed was last year after the stupid zhong hua wen hua zhi lu thing where i studied every single topic except for the one that came out.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, both situations were basically the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;the performance you gave during that crucial moment just happend to be one (out of many other better ones) that did no justice to what you were capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know if i really sucked that bad at singing and i sang just as bad during the auditions i would barely have been sad.&lt;br /&gt;but the point is that i thought i sounded pretty decent on friday (when the auditions were SUPPOSED to be held). but during the auditions maybe firstly i was very nervous, and also all the singing from yesterday and the cheering at chorale concert cause my voice to be very strained and all since morning. and in the morning and even in the miniamphi it was not so bad even, but it got progressively worse and worse until during prac at the long 'beeerrrrroooooo' part -voice slides down- no sounds comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so during the auditions my voice just didnt come out right, i sounded (in my opinion) like a sick frog, that's for ave which was sung with dionne, and i don't think i sounded like myself at all, considering i prefer to sing ave much much more than word game because it suits my voice. and then ms loo told chloe we had a lot to work on and i was like ): ): and for word game where i sung by myself it was even worse omg? i mean i could never sing that part that was tested well to begin with because it falls in that dratted stupid transition RANGE D: (i prefer the tun tun tulu and the beroberono part) see i know you're thinking that im such a sour grape right but i'm saying these things anyway. and with my voice being particularly coarse that day it all added up to Major Suckage.&lt;br /&gt;and sucky tone aside, my pitch wasn't dead-on either so that doesn't help too.&lt;br /&gt;i would have like begged ms loo to reaudition me if it werent forthe fact i was crying and you cant sing in that sort of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the audition i was like trying not to cry in the room, and after being released from the room i disappeared to the toilet to try to calm myself down but ended up crying anyway. and when i thought i was composed enough to return to the choir room, after choir chloe and janelle were giving that pep talk/ debrief and the tears just came again. (it kinda helped that i wasn't the only one crying at this point la) you have no idea how embarrassing it was, crying in front of the section and having to be consoled by the sectionmates the seniors who came back from rjc the batchmates, even the juniors, and kay yi who popped out of the strings room. it was very embarrassing, yet i am very very very thankful for having these people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the few of my batchmates who wasted their time staying back a while with me when they could have gone home. and even though i didnt feel much better about myself i still think my batchmates are truly awesome i dont know what would happen to me without them. i might have just jumped into that construction pit like azura said.and the thing is that im not too good at consoling others anyway so what have i done to deserve that love and attention i got from them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i was so scared of facing my mum cuz she will give me this 'something is very very wrong with you' look, and so happened that since it was after my sis' theory exam she was gonna pick me up to go for lunch. but somehow i managed to hide from her the fact that i was upset by walking in front of her so she couldn't see my face, and when she asked how did the audition go i just shrugged it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, if you're not in choir and you're reading this, you might think so what it's just one syf man whats the big deal right. well it is a super huge deal. seriously, whether you get into this syf (especially if you're sec three) is very indicative of your progress in choir. it's like after two whole years in choir, and if you don't get in, what does that say, what does that tell you? choir prac (including saturdays) is about 12 hours a week. you know how much it would suck if you invest twelve whole hours a week into singing, for the past two years, and still get told that you're not good enough to make it? it's the last syf for our batch somemore. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;this is the last chance to get it right, this is the last chance to make it alright. &lt;/span&gt;it's NOT about the 'omg so no face, the rest of the batch got in and i didnt' or that 'i didnt even get in while some juniors did' or the fact that im scared i might feel very excluded from the rest who get in. it's not all those. the reason i am upset is because not getting in would feel is though you have worked hard for that 1/14 of the past two friggin years of your life spent in choir, but your efforts are wasted. you would feel incredibly lost like what on earth did i spend that time- two years- on again? and it would suck more if it is caused by stupid reasons like a particularly hoarse throat, or nerves, of just BAD LUCK at that moment. it's like running a marathon and falling and spraining your ankle 100m from the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yep i kinda just want to know the results NOW all this is really making me feel depressed. (and typing this post has made me feel like shit all over again as well, i havent cried this much in ages.) if i do not get in (likely) i will probably cry again in choir and if i do get in (miraculous) i might also cry too due to all this stupid emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though im getting all depressed again i was better just now because i just slept the whole afternoon away and then when i woke up it was time to go to ruth and anne's house anyway (our family got invited) yeap and a laughed a lot tonight so yeah i guess i cheered up when it took my mind of whatever happend today.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and tomorrow i think we're going cycling (yay fun!) i think so yeap hope i come back tomorrow a happier person. so i better sleep it's like nearly 3am alr o.o&lt;br /&gt;and if you're depressed over the same reasons as i am, well, just saying that i can totally emphathise with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3184073373184362063?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3184073373184362063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3184073373184362063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3184073373184362063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3184073373184362063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-at-times-like-these-when-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8585004153484569180</id><published>2009-03-12T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:35:39.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;syf auditions tomorrow D:&lt;br /&gt;omg damn scareddddd D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;i think i 'used' my voice a lot today so it might turned out screwed tmr *scurries off to get water*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8585004153484569180?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8585004153484569180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8585004153484569180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8585004153484569180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8585004153484569180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7713927412741001035</id><published>2009-03-10T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:26:10.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(**#@^#@#^)^##&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;**@@#()@#*(@#@#!*@#!@#()@#&lt;br /&gt;-very frustrated-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math ee is the most annoying annoying project on this earth&lt;br /&gt;i feel like changing topic!&lt;br /&gt;but its too late right&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what im committing myself to&lt;br /&gt;in the essay outline i planned to include thisthisthisthis in the essay&lt;br /&gt;but actually i cannot find any info on it online&lt;br /&gt;how i'd probably end up scraping everything&lt;br /&gt;then i will have to change topic&lt;br /&gt;which... isn't allowed&lt;br /&gt;and you probably have no ideawhat im talking about&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to fail&lt;br /&gt;i really really dont&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i was so stupid not to have go to the library to check what books they had on the topic before starting...&lt;br /&gt;so risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, i found out i have a really low tolerance for gays and lesbians&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how turned off i was at the gay adam lambert photos&lt;br /&gt;so the image of him is shattered, and just as well anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ week so far is so-so.&lt;br /&gt;but i really enjoyed the bonding lunches after the activities 8D&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go to the air force museum tmr, so pointless.&lt;br /&gt;and not even related to physics&lt;br /&gt;and and please please dont let it rain on thursday, or lower pierce trip would be a disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7713927412741001035?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7713927412741001035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7713927412741001035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7713927412741001035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7713927412741001035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/very-frustrated-math-ee-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3315147505722198737</id><published>2009-03-08T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:33:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what my (new) chinese tuition teacher is awesome man :)&lt;br /&gt;i can't belive i'm actually saying this about a chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;but she really is one of the better chinese teachers i ever had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she'll help me improve my chinese heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace will be abstaining from chocolate and excessive use of her voice until friday :D&lt;br /&gt;you know what a huge sacrifice i am having to make here&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;NO CHOCOLATE??&lt;br /&gt;it's nearly habitual for me to come back home, put down my bag and as i walk past the tray of food into my room, i'll grab a random chocolate/ kitkat bar and snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3315147505722198737?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3315147505722198737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3315147505722198737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3315147505722198737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3315147505722198737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-what-my-new-chinese-tuition.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6671086558702569473</id><published>2009-03-08T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:32:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as we sing&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;Daily Anthem&lt;br /&gt;Would you sing my song&lt;br /&gt;At the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all sing along&lt;br /&gt;We'll all sing alonnggg;&lt;br /&gt;Its a half-faith blessing&lt;br /&gt;For the lessons Ive learned and never deserved&lt;br /&gt;And we'll all sing along,&lt;br /&gt;We'll all sing along&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhh♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love and have always loved this song, since the first time i heard it&lt;br /&gt;i know this is probably not the songwriter's (the awesome david cook) intended meaning of the song, but to me this song describes that kind of passion for singing.&lt;br /&gt;(by the way did i mention i LOVE watching american idol? their contestants inspire me greatly)&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm not sure what's up with me the past two days (i mean yesterday/tonight and the day before) i've been practically singing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;this is a sign, it either means that i'm in a happy mood or a depressed/stressed mood.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think i should rest my voice if not it will screw up even. more. and then i will mess up the syf auditions on friday. i really really really want to get in -don't we all! (everything will probably collapse on me if i don't get in) you know how much it will SUCK if after two years of singing in choir, they come and tell you that you're not good enough for syf. i will CRY like shit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6671086558702569473?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6671086558702569473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6671086558702569473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6671086558702569473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6671086558702569473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-we-sing-your-daily-anthem-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4119607931707165197</id><published>2009-03-07T12:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:52:35.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i am happy to say that from this preference, i can conclude i am not superficial :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(you're not supposed to understand what i am talking about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway this week was a bad week for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bio and physics and pt were a bit the screwed. a bit, who am i kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am dead for math ee. part two is due next week and i havent even submitted my (corrected) part one! i am super stressed about this. but i don't know how to do it, damn, and i have no one to consult at home. (argh at this rate i will be kicked out of ra class im SURE, YES so i am telling myself, i will be more committed starting next term. sigh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i am really really thankful for LJ week next week aren't we all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and congrats to rjc for awesome a level performance, are we looking at a declared school holiday here, please pretty please??:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah i still find it strange that our form teacher left :/ it's like a bit too sudden ya think O.O so weird. and NOOOO please don't let the reliefteachers all come in -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday founders day was  ... haha it was okay performing, except like, my shoe came out even before we got out there, and i didnt want to stop to put it back on properly, so for the entire time we were standing there looking like idiots, my leg was halfinhalfout of the shoe and crammed against the pointy tip. ouch that toe is still hurting even NOW): and founders day performance itself was horrible, considering we were walking up and down from level to level trying to find a place in this world, i mean, trying to fit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fit in because there was seriously no space adn we couldn't squeeze our way to the front and so we couldnt see anything. ): so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between school and founders day went out with cheryl giovanni gracetan and may (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just wanna say that you guys are awesome :D and enting too, though she couldnt make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thank you to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may, for always being so amusing-.- and going home with me always and sharing the guitar love and love for many other stuff :D hahahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gracetan for being my fellow samename good friend and for always being nice about everything, haiyo you are TOO GOOD. you need to be less innocent and idealistic when viewing certain stuff you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheryl, for noticing when i was the only sop among all you altos hmph and therefore not leaving me out. i love sop still. thank you for being nice (: and emo no good for health &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop. emoing.&lt;/span&gt; cheryl XD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAY NO TO EMO&lt;/span&gt; (this was on my seatmate sabreena's pencilcase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;giovanni and enting, though y'all were never in the same section as me, and we never really went home together or stuff, thank you for still always being so understanding and nice and easy to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the rest of the batch you guys rock too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pris my new section mate and same-ave-part person, for always being friendly to me, thanks for being a great friend:D (since last year). you're toooo hilarious and ego haha:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;carly my sectionmate for 3 years, maybe 4?! thanks also for always being friendly to me(: you're so lively man (: i love your energetic and hyper presence :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stef, thank you for that i do appreciate it you know :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dionne, 20908er (: thanks being nice to me and always saying hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all you other great batch mates azura ariel amanda yvonna mengdi hmm i don't think i know you guys very well so im not going to say anything individually because it will sound contrived or something... but anyways loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i so do not know why i just said appreciative stuff to the batchmates, at first i only wanted to thank one or two people,  but once that got along the way you just feel like shouting out to everyone because they are too awesome :D haha i really liked that day when we all sat in a circle as a batch and said good stuff about everyone. it was a glimpse of a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can tell i'm in a good mood today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe because i slept enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, so much for thinking that i had the stamina to say up till 1,2 am daily, without a nap in the afternoon i realise i can't even last past 11.30 (as was the case for the past two days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay choir later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know because i had to attend choir today in the late afternoon/evening i thought i might not want to come to school in the morning for math traning because then i would have to go to school twice. so i thought OKAY, PON! but then i checked and realised that there was no math today in the first place. and there was no house prac either. hmm stuff are going in my favour :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4119607931707165197?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4119607931707165197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4119607931707165197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4119607931707165197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4119607931707165197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-happy-to-say-that-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6878497353092797869</id><published>2009-03-04T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:28:37.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my freak math pt go and die right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know we practically redid the entire thing today&lt;br /&gt;still doing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i havent even started studying for physics omg D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid founders day rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid time wasting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a positively foul mood now D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6878497353092797869?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6878497353092797869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6878497353092797869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6878497353092797869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6878497353092797869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-freak-math-pt-go-and-die-right.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6053935073674983133</id><published>2009-03-01T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:18:46.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what i started ss revision like not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i took so long for bio.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum didn't allow me to cancel chinese tuition ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided im gonna try to write a short but relavant ss essay instead of writing a lengthy piece of crap with barely any links to the question like my uber-screwed fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah (: GOOD LUCK EVERYONE for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;especially you unlucky history peeps :/&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 muggable exams in a day is death-inducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6053935073674983133?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6053935073674983133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6053935073674983133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8042054421177786294?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8042054421177786294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8042054421177786294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8042054421177786294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8042054421177786294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-what-my-awesome-seatmate-for.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5908459939733054653</id><published>2009-02-27T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:53:19.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;tag replies--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clarisse: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;heyy moosey!! thank you for colonising my tagboard. (seriously thank you! it was boring before that) hmm a song about dinoes?! i shall seriously consider that idea xD yeah okay studygrouping sounds great! (: and... lastly, snakes are SO NOT CUTE okay D: they all have a hint of evil in their eyes. so so not cute! not even the ikea ones in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicole: &lt;/span&gt;oh please! sooo not!! for the one-million-and-one-th time i won't like magnus, because he's younger than me okay!!! and as you said, he's vulgar: not cool! YAY secret valentine rocks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;OKAY HIRED! haha. except you won't get any payment :p haha walking from school was so fun today :D :D we should totally do it more often. hey... the secret valentine lyrics they are only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; sick. but it's a damn nice song go listen!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grace tan:&lt;/span&gt; geog was way terrible! yep could you please please help me with the song! maybe with your help then it can become So Good that i can sell it and make it big manz :D *eyes glitter with prospect of fame* (okay just joking). btw why is your blog locked can invite me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanyu: &lt;/span&gt;i send you my email alr!! yeah i'm like quite busy now! but you can try texting, if im quitee free then i will reply, kay :D okays meet up and go out in march sure man :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh i feel very O.O in school nowadays and i really really hope im not screwing up D: like geog exam was a disaster i kept &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MTBP&lt;/span&gt; -Missing The Bloody Point(s)- (like ms choo's ATBQ xD), and english was not good either, prolly because i didn't sleep enough and yeah when im in a daze my vocab is like super limited. not good. and keep failing the physics data analysis practices, MTBP again, and  ss fa was like... bad??!?@!? and chem spa fa was like zomg D: D: D: (btw i thought i was gonna get poisoned because i inhaled way too much ammonia gas, until my nose was stinging afterwards)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see so i have reason to be very worried and im not freaking out over nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;table id="mt" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="100%" class="hbtbl" style="table-layout: fixed; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr id="153"&gt;&lt;td class="stxt" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(45, 64, 99); "&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt" style="color: rgb(136, 154, 182); font-size: 7pt; text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY after sli tomorrow i'm going for some pulsars talk so... can skip the painfully boring SMP workshop :D omg thank goodness. and i'm super sorry christabel :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and because i won't have to go out of school this means i can go for choir too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh we thought we could finally get the amphi this time. we were wrong D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah i was watching american idol just now.  that nick/ norman gentle guy (like hullo, serious identity crisis much!) is way freaky/aquah/ makes the hand on your arm stand- in a bad way. oh wells but he most probably wont get into the next round. GREAT! i think the judges kept him in the top 36 only for the comic effect -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5908459939733054653?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5908459939733054653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5908459939733054653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5908459939733054653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5908459939733054653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-clarisse-heyy-moosey-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4423871911826118347</id><published>2009-02-22T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:30:05.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;secret valentine♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll write a song&lt;br /&gt;that turns out the lights&lt;br /&gt;when both boy and girl start suddenly shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;don't waste your timespeed up your breathing&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;we'll hope it's not for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love the song! whee (:&lt;br /&gt;(i tried playing the front piano part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks you know on friday i missed the school bus because the horrible uncle drove off just because i was two minutes late, TWO okay, not twelve! and he didnt even call my house to check if i was coming down. luckily there was another rgs school bus that drives past my house at 6.30 so i could catch that bus to school heh. thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh im kinda stressed. tmr smp staying out until NINE PM can you believe that, then tuesday have choir rehearsal so there's barely time to study. yeap and im not done with geog revision or geog fa (which i stubbornly refused to do until i finished the revision). and haven't started bio revision when theres bio FA in class on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;gaahhh  ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to finish revising geog argh i need to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lay down be still, don't worry talk they will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4423871911826118347?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4423871911826118347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4423871911826118347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4423871911826118347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4423871911826118347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/secret-valentine-well-write-song-that.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-9045326349469259088</id><published>2009-02-21T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:42:37.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess what i plan to write a song&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get inspiration from grace tan's song writing skills xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-9045326349469259088?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/9045326349469259088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=9045326349469259088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9045326349469259088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9045326349469259088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-what-i-plan-to-write-song-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-2671118274029734474</id><published>2009-02-19T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:07:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace is back by popular demand!&lt;br /&gt;haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway what happened the past two weeks arh... i forgot. it has been kinda stressful, homework and SAs and stuff&lt;br /&gt;chinese today was like disastrous disastrous disastrous larh! spent 10 mins decided on what question to do and so had only 35 minutes left to write! and obv it sucked la! ): math was averagy but still didnt feel very comfortable because rushed for time D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way did i say this before.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE AVE! AVE! AVE!! :D whoo~ (: it's like the new itsuki, but maybe i will like it more than itsuki because i didnt get to sing last SYF.&lt;br /&gt;like the song just sounds so Pure and Pretty and Angelic and i dunno, it just Sounds Right, with no funny harmonies, and the blending of 7? 8? parts is just super awesome. it's definitely a feel good piece! haha its quite funny how most of the choir(me included) only feels like practising ave and only ave and not any other song almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and last week whatever happened about the busking issue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;i'm sick of playing all these games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;it's not about taking sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;when i looked in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;didn't deliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;it hurt enough to think that i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;could stop, admit that i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;and then change my mind&lt;br /&gt;yep my sentiments exactly. i just hope, with our current decision, that everyone will just make do with it, Love Each Other, and eventually get along.I SEE GREAT THINGS COMING UP FOR OUR BATCH manz :D can't wait to start busking again.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i wanted to post about this last week but delayed it so it may seem weird that im bringing up again now, but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;and btw, you can cry because of reasons other than sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap short post, because i plan to watch 3 hours of tv tonight (hmm aren't you wondering why) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2671118274029734474?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2671118274029734474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2671118274029734474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2671118274029734474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2671118274029734474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-grace-is-back-by-popular-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5618953117162371276</id><published>2009-02-08T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:47:29.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wrote this facebook note, on facebook (haha). Basically when you're tagged you have to write 25 random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's point number seven, about snakes.&lt;br /&gt;(hope you can understand :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really hate snakes. D: It's a phobia so extreme that it is hard to empathise with. the fear is not irrational. We have every reason to hate snakes. (I'm so sorry if you're actually reading this you will go 'this girl is weeeiiird...') If I could make one positive change to the world, besides the usual eradicating poverty, I WILL MAKE ALL SNAKE SPECIES BECOME EXTINCT.&gt;D MUA HAHAHA. My sister recently touched a fat snake(at some exhibition) and then she touched me with the same handd, which means that I am indirectly cursed. Which explains why I encountered two lizards today. TWO OKAY D: Anybody with me?, it is not natural to encounter two lizards in your house in one day!! It is a bad, bad sign! Okies here's more about why snakes absolutely SUCK D: They have 'evil' written deep within their eyes. Their bodies are curled up in coils. That means their parts of the bodies are piled up one on top of each other. So they look like a huge mass of scales. And slither about and shift in position. So let's say first its head is piled on top of it's tail, and later it shifts around such that its tail is on top ofits head... I mean how gross is that D: it's like a mass of scales rearranging themselves D; D; there was once a year ago i think, I dreamt that I was forced to disect a snake in Bio. (I think I must have got that idea from the disection of the sheep's heart). I am not kidding at all. Anyway in the dream I was so anxious that I cried... :p Oh yeah did you know I joined a facebook group called 'I hate snakes' or something along that line... full of empathetic, sensible and like-minded peopele who can identify with this fear. alright alright :p enough about snakes now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you were wondering why i am so afraid of snakes, THIS IS WHY... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5618953117162371276?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5618953117162371276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5618953117162371276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5618953117162371276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5618953117162371276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-i-wrote-this-facebook-note-on.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-2381851704656845251</id><published>2009-02-07T00:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:01:09.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sunkissed trampoline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops i really haven't been updating recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) haha in school the stress is piling up. so is the h omework. the SAs are coming and i am feeling really, really uneasy. i don't know how to study anymore. i forgot how to, seriously! and this year i'm determined to start revising at least a fewdays before the exam. i mean last year i studied for every single single test only the day before. it was damn stressful- it was hell and i only barely managed to scrape through(in terms of being &lt;em&gt;this close&lt;/em&gt; to losing it). yep so no more of that this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) today i was on a dropping spree (as sherilyn calls it! )&lt;br /&gt;besides the usual dropping of wallets and coins,&lt;br /&gt;i went to the bookshop and bought a set of test tubes. and just as i walked out of the bookshop it dropped omg. and it broke, obviously. i was damn pissed at myself. at least if want to drop then at least let me walk a few metres before dropping la, must pian1 pian1 drop outside the bookshop. then i had to go back to buy another set and aunty was staring at me like '?HUH? weird...' and i felt retarded. yah and also i wasted three bucks like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also at the smp workshop venue deepa was like 'eh grace that bottle looks really like yours' (she was just commenting that she saw a bottle looking like mine, not that it was really mine). and i said 'huh where' and backtracked a little and saw a bottle at the bottom of the staircase landing. then -checks bag- 'OMG IT REALLY IS MINE' like how did it get there i didn't even notice that it dropped -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) yay i am super hyped for house prac tmr for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;our subcomm is organising it!&lt;br /&gt;(or at least the games bit) SUPER FUN TO ORGANISE, YES!!?&lt;br /&gt;and we're meeting our sqaurlings tmr(buckle juniors). one of my squarlings is in choir, YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i hope she's not weird. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i realise one good thing about all those humans essays we do in rgs is that it teachers you to be Objective in Discussing the matter, examining the Advantages and Disavantages before reaching a Balanced Conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;yepp and just so you know i have yet to reach my Balanced Conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) haha nicole chan (and also thanks to my dear &lt;em&gt;sister&lt;/em&gt;) thanks to you i have &lt;em&gt;little joanna&lt;/em&gt; stuck in my head. for three whole days.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stop singing it&lt;br /&gt;no i'm definitely not complaining&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WHY MUST THE SONG BE SO SUPER CUTE 8D&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile whenever i listen to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) omg rugby in school is so scary D;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it!&lt;br /&gt;i suck at it!&lt;br /&gt;everytime people like becky (who's like damn damn pro!) charges at me i'm like SORRY I'LL PASS MANZ, i rather let you score a point than tackle and risk breaking my bones.&lt;br /&gt;i want volleyball, VOLLEYBALL D; softball seems fun too. and omg and i can't wait for sec 4 tennis :))&lt;br /&gt;rugby is more like wrestling than a sport (yess i don't consider wrestling a sport, you know that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) okay that's all! i am officially ponning math tmr. this is crazy, insane, trying to be at three places at the same time D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(she goes) up and down in my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2381851704656845251?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2381851704656845251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2381851704656845251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2381851704656845251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2381851704656845251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunkissed-trampoline-oops-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6221471886811849692</id><published>2009-01-27T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:39:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hello people XIN NIAN KUAI LE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am currently feeling high :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes today we went visiting. and for some reason, THREE people, and on different occasions too, commented that i put on weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, NOOOOOOO. How Can??!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although they said it's a good thing ("positive weight gain") because i no longer look scrawny (according to them, my sister still does look skinny), i am still feeling horribly insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep so tomorrow we're going to our cousins' place, then my grandma's place for lunch, then they're coming over to our place for dinner and to play tabletennis and watch tennis i think o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tomorrow night will also be spent chionging homework D: tragic. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha today my sister and i were so mean. my dad's and grandma's friends came to visit, and prior to their arrival i was sleeping and my sister was watching tv. yeah so when they came we just came out and greeted them and collected our angpow, then i went back to sleep and my sister went back to the tv. then an hour later when they left we went out again to say bye, and after they left, i went back to sleep and my sister went to the tv again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no idea what's up with me how come I can sleep so much :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;div&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6221471886811849692?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6221471886811849692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6221471886811849692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6221471886811849692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6221471886811849692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-people-xin-nian-kuai-le-d-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1648992337738862182</id><published>2009-01-25T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:46:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;'ve seen the tears and the heartache &lt;br /&gt;And I 've felt the pain &lt;br /&gt;I've seen the hatred &lt;br /&gt;And so many lives lost in vain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet through this darkness &lt;br /&gt;There's always a light that shines through &lt;br /&gt;And takes me back home, takes me back home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the promises broken &lt;br /&gt;And all of the songs left unsung &lt;br /&gt;Seem so far away &lt;br /&gt;As I make my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith &lt;br /&gt;And you gave me a world to believe in &lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;And feeling this love &lt;br /&gt;I can rise up above &lt;br /&gt;And be strong, and be whole once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that dreams we hold on to &lt;br /&gt;Can just fade away &lt;br /&gt;And I know that words can be wasted &lt;br /&gt;with so much to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel helpless &lt;br /&gt;There's always a hope that shines through &lt;br /&gt;And makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;And makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see for one fleeting moment &lt;br /&gt;A paradise under the sun &lt;br /&gt;I drift away &lt;br /&gt;And I make my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith &lt;br /&gt;And you gave me a world to believe in &lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;And feeling this love &lt;br /&gt;I can rise up above &lt;br /&gt;And be strong &lt;br /&gt;and be whole once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on &lt;br /&gt;Can leave us with sorrow and pain &lt;br /&gt;And I hold on &lt;br /&gt;To all that you are &lt;br /&gt;To all that we'll be &lt;br /&gt;And I can go on once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;And feeling this love I can rise up above &lt;br /&gt;And be strong &lt;br /&gt;And be whole &lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;You gave me a love to believe in &lt;br /&gt;And feeling this love &lt;br /&gt;I can rise up above &lt;br /&gt;And be strong &lt;br /&gt;And be whole &lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love &lt;br /&gt;Heals my soul &lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live I can dream &lt;br /&gt;Once again &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you made me believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2147455611.jpg" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(60, 119, 230);   font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm feeling inspired now 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(haha i dunno why for the past few days my favourite smiley has been 8D, which i am overusing now.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time of get-togethers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time you realise how fast time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how much has happened in the past year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time you realise your family extends beyond that familiar bunch every week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time you realise that other people who don't really know you care about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that you care about the people you don't really know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha see that's why i like cny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, for the extra break 8D (which is actually filled up by doing homework)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and i am so upset D: that my name isn't as unique as i thought it to be. aiyo you go type it in facebook search, there are at least 30 more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grace kong&lt;/span&gt;s in the world or something. hmph and i thought i was the only one/ one of the only few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heehee i shall recount what my cousin said about his brother(my cousin also)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first sean has a stomach ache (i don't think it's that serious) and demands his parents to take him to the hospital. it is late at night, past midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"if you don't take me THEN I WILL GO MYSELF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his parents bo pian, just take him there lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then upon being examined by the doctor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sean: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARGGHHHHHHH. URGGHHHHH.....ARRGGGHHHHH!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;[really exaggerated groaning and grimacing]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doctor: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you better not take any oily food arh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sean:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARGGHHHHHHH. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;*sudden pause*&lt;/span&gt; can eat bakua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doctor: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nope that's oily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sean: *pauses, then continues * &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;ARGGHHHHHHH. URGGHHHHH.....ARRGGGHHHHH!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wlao that sean is like damn joker la, and besides he can say weird amusing things with a straight face so people belive him O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha ah wells, count down in 17 minutes! happy niuyear :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;current ang pow count: 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1648992337738862182?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1648992337738862182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1648992337738862182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1648992337738862182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1648992337738862182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-seen-tears-and-heartache-and-i-ve.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5655490726351908799</id><published>2009-01-24T12:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:24:26.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating lately.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH im so overdue interms of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done my south africa trip post and my obs post!!!&lt;br /&gt;south africa trip OK because i have photos and a scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;OBS ahhh i better do it quick if not, as memorable as it may be, i will CONFIRM forget everything D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so much homework this weekend so yeah ):&lt;br /&gt;(by the way i am DEAD for math expository essay D: i have no one to consult at home, unlike many of my friends. can someone help me pleeeeeaaase!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;anyway life is great. school, minus the homework, is great. i like/love my class. i am enjoying choir. my classmates are nice. my batchmates are nice. my teachers (majority of them) are nice. homework is not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK hope that is sufficient to summarise what's been going on for the past 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah at SMP launch there was this VERY VERY ANNOYING GUY D: who was presenting about his project. he was talking about the process of doing the project and giving us tips like good time management. and he was suuper longwinded please! he was going on and on and on and on about the same point for like 10 minutes until it got really annoying. and he kept trying to put emphasis on his words, as if he was some pro inspirational speaker, but in reality he's far from becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to imagine it, unless you heard him yourself &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i am excited for smp :D even though it will eat up a lot of my time. but what we're doing sounds cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey and cny this monday&lt;br /&gt;YAY I LOVE CNY :D&lt;br /&gt;happy niu year :D&lt;br /&gt;ok i love collecting ang pows but besides that i just like the whole mood of visiting and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum will FINALLY ALLOW ME TO WEAR THE NEW CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;she gave this weird instruction not to wear any of the new clothes until cny. O.O even though the number of new clothes i have is more than the number of days of chinese new year holiday.&lt;br /&gt;and also, i have nicer bedsheets.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5655490726351908799?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5655490726351908799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5655490726351908799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5655490726351908799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5655490726351908799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/hellos-d-sorry-for-not-updating-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7362555264351633429</id><published>2009-01-17T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:17:40.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we had to choose a design for a cover page for physics file and explain why it represents you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I decided to use a set of rainbow colour pencils to represent me. The different coloured pencils make different marks on paper and this is similar to how I respond differently to different situations. I can be emotional; I can be really joyful when I am happy, yet I can be really depressed when I am sad. There too are many colours and sides to my personality and this is what makes me 'interesting' and &lt;em&gt;deeper than you imagine&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all crap la, but yet i think it has a certain degree of truth hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but my physics teacher would probably think i'm just weeirrd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see this is the rationale for the blog url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/&lt;br /&gt;(ooops but then i realised that by writing deeper than YOU imagine, the you might somehow make the teacher feel as if i'm specifically pointing a finger at her, so it's changed now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7362555264351633429?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7362555264351633429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7362555264351633429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7362555264351633429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7362555264351633429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-had-to-choose-design-for-cover-page.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8486685109467853870</id><published>2009-01-16T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:47:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my GOD there are people screaming about the house. and i am damn pissed okay. i come home and no one even says welcome back. and because some taxi bumped my dad's car he's in a bad mood and he starts commenting/yelling about my leg. and about how no one put any antiseptic. (not my fault ok?ask birin.) and then he asked my mum to search for antiseptic but apparently some are expired and some are thrown away. and then she got scolded by my dad because she was the one who packed the stuff. and as usual she defends herself from the blame and to do so starts yelling too. and then he was like" just use the expired cream", (and i directly quote in his exact 'don't-care' tone) "the most that can happen is she dies from poisoning LOR". and i got damn pissed and walked out of the room and slammed the door real hard. and sought solace in my computer. and what the next second i hear really loud yelling from my parents' room and i rush back in and my mum is screaming and throwing a very very very very very bad (and violent) tantrum about how she is always blamed for everything (i cannot emphasise enough on the very), i see a lot of pent up anger and frustration here. and i got very scared. it sucks when adults throw tantrums because they behave like wild animals. and while my mum is losing her mind my father is at the other end of the bed looking dao. and i grab the scissors i used to cut the gauze incase anyone does anything rash. and my mum practically woke the whole house so my grandparents came into the room, i told them to leave and they told me to leave and my dad told me to leave. but then i stayed until my mum kinda stopped screaming. and seriously don't know who's fault it is, it's just a leg, in fact i think no one's at fault, and that there's nothing wrong except that my leg might be infected so what's the big issue why is everyone making a big deal of nothing and YELLING. and if anyone dies it's gonna be ME NOT THEM and yet I have to put up with all this yelling and all this SHIT. i am damn. pissed. off. i am pissed at my father for making a big deal out of my leg. i am pissed at my mother for making a big deal out of being blamed for the antiseptic. i am pissed at my father at taking his bad mood out on everyone(as usual). and i am pissed at my mother for her lack of self control (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i had not changed out of long pant for jetty jump i wouldn't have a cut leg now and no one would be screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if my dad had picked me up from school after obs he wouldn't have gottened bumped and no one would be in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everyone is in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i am here at my computer. if i don't get this out i will definitely explode. in fact i am at the brink of explosion already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway OBS! was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;... torturous but fun! haha that sounds very ironic right.&lt;br /&gt;though it was seriously damn damn tiring (kayaking and TREKKING!) and not the best of living conditions lah, but the experience is like no other. And well, at that moment where you're suffering and stuff you don't find it fun at all, but looking back, it's really something to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im expressing my LOVE for our lovely &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Swensens &lt;/span&gt;(Sui Sen) watch!&lt;br /&gt;huiyi+jane+claire+sindhu(ahh wrong spelling right)+ kayyi+sab+atiqah+mala+jj+haitong+jialin+xiaoxu+xynyee+deepa+kayal+me ((:&lt;br /&gt;and tentmates were xynyee deepa and kayal.&lt;br /&gt;however, NOT giving any love to our instructor Birin :P&lt;br /&gt;hey okay he was a good/decent instructor interms of knowing how to inspire/ teach us to do stuff, but still horribly Annoying!Annoying!Annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;and he was so &lt;em&gt;whatever-don't-care&lt;/em&gt; about my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm super glad i survived it! there was much sweat and tears and blood though, haha. im keeping my (crumpled) certificate and my souvenirs well because I AM SO PROUD WE SURVIVED. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not exactly in a mood to blog about everything now, i will do it later this weekend i think, plus i have photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i am so paranoid la whenever i hear shouting i went out of the study room to check but it's actually coming from the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and argh i am definitely developing a sore throat D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8486685109467853870?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8486685109467853870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8486685109467853870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8486685109467853870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8486685109467853870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-my-god-there-are-people-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3335762215662884653</id><published>2009-01-10T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:27:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey everyone OBS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha last wk during math we had to introduce ourselves using 2 truths and 1 lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate snakes.&lt;br /&gt;2. I know how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I am looking forward to OBS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so the OBS one was the lie. But actually now come to think of it I'm kinda looking forward to it. Apparently, it's excellent for class bonding! haha i saw the groupings already!&lt;br /&gt;And the activities sound very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still scared of jetty jump.&lt;br /&gt;i think i will do it, but i will see if others come out alive first :p and if they're more or less unscathed then hahaha THEN i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not looking forward to the disgusting surroundings/ bathing methods (or lack of bathing methods)/ toileting methods. Haha. And argh, sleep in tents D:&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I spent like close to 200 on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And my bag! is too small to contain everything ahhhh. I am more or less packed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, just hope we all have tons of fun! hey hey try to capture stuff on camera. my parents only allowed me to bring a lousy one along D:&lt;br /&gt;argh whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was LT's joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nO&lt;/span&gt;BS&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mayB&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;OB&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yeS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i think currently i am OmayBS but hopefully by the time i come back i'll be OByeS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah (; and on friday we had busking at MINDEF! our batch's first busking! (plus seniors came along too and performed separately from us) actually we sang songs that we did in choir, not our own songs. voisurton and soleram and grease(;&lt;br /&gt;but i think it was the first time it was very clear that all of us were enjoying ourselves while performing.&lt;br /&gt;especially grease!&lt;br /&gt;we were very happy during grease! and everyone turned to watch us do the actions, haha we felt so appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our performance was this singer-songwriter who was from US i think. she had an awesome voice leh! like the typical american pop voice type that you would find on american idol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but then someone *ahem!* was complaining about too much air and slighly off pitch and blah.&lt;br /&gt;but i think we shouldn't be so critical on singing outside choir because you don't have to look at all singing from a choral perspective, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway that lady performed so many songs, we were kinda bored haha. so we went off to our changing room. then 20 minutes later someone opened the door and we heard more singing outside (yeah it's damn loud, esp when she belts out the high notes). so we were like whoa, she was actually still performing, maybe for one hour already O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the poor guests inside, they must have been super bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures we took.&lt;br /&gt;my phone's camera sucks la, 3.2 megapixels only.&lt;br /&gt;so 3/7 of the pictures were way too blurry and so i didn't upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnD-u_1GVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sRNiDf3iwxg/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289974719858415954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnD-u_1GVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sRNiDf3iwxg/s400/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; may+ me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnD2rDsM3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/M6NDPXzH3RE/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289974581361914738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnD2rDsM3I/AAAAAAAAAL0/M6NDPXzH3RE/s400/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the washroom! this was taken of the mirror :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnDmlUb_AI/AAAAAAAAALs/eKACSRH9bDA/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289974304943635458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnDmlUb_AI/AAAAAAAAALs/eKACSRH9bDA/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWi8o5JHnKI/AAAAAAAAALc/KXMrY0r0U6g/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289685173066505378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWi8o5JHnKI/AAAAAAAAALc/KXMrY0r0U6g/s400/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mengdi actually looks quite good leh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;man i wish i was more photogenic D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&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/5463800111276968916-3335762215662884653?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3335762215662884653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3335762215662884653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3335762215662884653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3335762215662884653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-everyone-obs-tomorrow-haha-last-wk.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SWnD-u_1GVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/sRNiDf3iwxg/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-3467256978080723364</id><published>2009-01-08T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:54:14.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;first (official week of school)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i must say school has been awesome so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;310 is a wonderful wonderful class okay! even though i still don't know many of my classmates well. but yeah i did make new friends, become closer to existing friends, etc! I'm sitting next to nice seatmates deepa and sabreena (: and our entire group/ column of people are super fun la. it was amusing doing the cheer involving stripey sock and rachel and tessa's nametags during english. and CRAPPING LOADS during ss. omg we were so crappy! with the blocks and telephone and all.&lt;br /&gt;(im sorry if you don't understand exactly what im talking about. when i'm lazy/ tired [aka.now] i can't be bothered to elaborate so i just write to trigger the memories next time.)&lt;br /&gt;and though 209 was ULTRA enthu and had many awesome people, and 109, pretty enthu though i openly admit now i don't feel much bonded with my sec1class. i hope the experience in 310 will beat them all! Not that i don't like 209/109, but because this class sticks for 2 years and i hope the 2 years will, well, be a blastttt!! go 310!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg today during geog we had to copy some list of traits of high ability girls that our class generated, onto cards that the teacher would keep.&lt;br /&gt;and then somehow i was being absentminded and instead of copying 'continuous learning' i wrote 'continuous &lt;em&gt;boring'&lt;/em&gt;. (no actually this wasnt during lesson time it was after lesson.)&lt;br /&gt;haha omg then when someone pointed out to me i was so shocked la! i can only imagine what would happen if i didnt notice it and handed it in to mrs yap. she would kill me, she would think that im insulting her lessons, like 'HAHA RIIIGHT THIS MUST TOTALLY REFLECT WHAT YOU ARE SECRETLY THINKING, RIGHT'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and it sucks to be misheard/ to mishear people.&lt;br /&gt;on the way home while walking to the busstop may saw a bulldog so she said 'HEY LOOK, BULL DOG'.&lt;br /&gt;then i almost jumped from my seat because i heard 'hey look bull &lt;em&gt;frog'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that would be so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and measured height and weight, i shrrrrunk ): why why? actually so did quite a few others, and we all blamed it on the scale [sour grapes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i have more to blog about but it's late ): and we have to stay out late busking tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;yay i'm kinda excited, just hope we don't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;OUR FIRST BUSKING, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3467256978080723364?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3467256978080723364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3467256978080723364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3467256978080723364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3467256978080723364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-official-week-of-school-hey-i.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1930772879018093456</id><published>2009-01-05T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:13:25.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd day of school!&lt;br /&gt;the talks were boring (duh), but the class time and ice breakers were fun (:&lt;br /&gt;we did charades and pictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i'm starting to become worried for obs.&lt;br /&gt;did you know there are snakes, dammit! (according to ms choo)&lt;br /&gt;if i see one i swear i will faint&lt;br /&gt;yeah i am more scared of snakes in obs that i am of drowning from the jetty jump hah xD&lt;br /&gt;i will need someone to check my shoes for me everyday for snakes because i dare not do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know i sound pretty pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so (: lessons starting tomorrow. i am kinda looking forward to it but i don't want the homework to come in D;&lt;br /&gt;okay off to&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; finish&lt;/span&gt; commonwealth essay, i think since school is starting for real and the homework is arriving i will die if i carry it forward any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1930772879018093456?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1930772879018093456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1930772879018093456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1930772879018093456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1930772879018093456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/2nd-day-of-school-talks-were-boring-duh.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8411217640684052415</id><published>2009-01-03T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:17:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first post of the year!&lt;br /&gt;happy belated new year everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna make 2009 an awesome year :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first day of school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was okay-ish i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get to know more people in my class, so far i only know afew!&lt;br /&gt;they're mostly from 210'08 but :) they seem like nice people lah&lt;br /&gt;but first day was terribly boring. talk after talk then meet teachers and class, then house talk.&lt;br /&gt;form teacher is mrs ruth tan. new teacher, who seems super nice la.&lt;br /&gt;before she even entered the class i could guess that she taught english alr, because somehow all the 3 other ruths i know are good in english.&lt;br /&gt;pattern?&lt;br /&gt;and cle teacher is a relief teacher who just grad from rjc.&lt;br /&gt;and all (just-finish-jc) relief teachers are nice&lt;br /&gt;conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OKAY WE HAVE NICE TEACHERS, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for choir, got shifted to sop2.&lt;br /&gt;like oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to move yet i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;i ♥ sop one la: ♥sop one seniors, ♥sop one batchmates(but carly moved with me) and ♥sop one juniors that i didn't really get to know well, ♥the melodious sop one parts and i dunno... ♥the feeling of singing high notes :P and ♥the feeling of being the highest section. haha, there's a lot to miss you know.&lt;br /&gt;anyways but i'm not terribly distraught or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in sop1 for SSA songs.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to be borderline sopone/soptwo, got into sopone in sec1 only because sop two had enough people haha. and sectwo resectioning, was the same case. so being transferred to sop two is totally not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;plus my range decreased last year.&lt;br /&gt;soptwo batchmates: pris carly and dionne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg and obs is so soon! i am excited/ anxious/ scared. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;scared because i might get terrible sunburnts (i'm rather prone to it) and return with skin as rough as a dried leaf.&lt;br /&gt;i was about to go pierce my ears just before school started, but then i remembered obs and was scared dirt/seawater gets into the wound and infects it.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm only piercing after i come back.&lt;br /&gt;since i made this sacrifice :P OBS YOU BETTER BE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8411217640684052415?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8411217640684052415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8411217640684052415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8411217640684052415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8411217640684052415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-was-okay-ish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3788419712699822733</id><published>2008-12-31T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:18:00.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;last post of 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2008 was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;turbulent&lt;/span&gt;/ not terribly smooth: in all aspects, really. like academics (thinks about chinese), cca (stupid episode of sorethroat), relationship with friends (?), relationship with familiy (quarrelled quite a bit i think :P)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;transitional&lt;/span&gt;: i think as a person, i changed, yet held on to some things&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rewarding&lt;/span&gt;: most of the hard work paid off. note the &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; (oh isn't every year!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt; on the whole (i definitely had my fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2009 will be the year where i...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; earlier&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;manage time&lt;/span&gt; better&lt;br /&gt;- be more &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; (remember YESMAN) and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- become a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nicer&lt;/span&gt; person (though i'm very nice alr XD-jk.)&lt;br /&gt;- make &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;loads more&lt;/span&gt; friends and get to know &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;more people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- live with more &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DIRECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep although i generate more or less the same list every year there has to be a first year that i achieve it right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i am a bit worried about the higher committment next yr. but then there are people with i think twice as many committments as me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm so who am i to be worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;happy new year in 2hr 45 min!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3788419712699822733?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3788419712699822733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3788419712699822733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3788419712699822733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3788419712699822733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-of-2008-2008-was.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8126216881980818581</id><published>2008-12-30T22:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:46:37.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies Review!</title><content type='html'>M&lt;strong&gt;OVIE&lt;/strong&gt; R&lt;strong&gt;EVIEW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i realised most of the movies i've watched weren't great enough to make a lasting impression so i forgot them easily haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i searched up a list of all the movies released 2007-2008 and made a list of stuff i watched.&lt;br /&gt;and like brief comments (may be subjective la), so i can keep track and try to recall the movie in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(asterisk means not watched in cinemas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Shrek the Third &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;not much recollection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Surf's Up&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;erm not much recollection either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ratatouille &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remy(the rat) is like, super cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;aiyo i've kinda lost interest in harry potter stuff alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Hairspray&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nice songs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Underdog&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i remember i watched this with the class last yr. or at least part of the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Daddy Day Camp*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;forgot what's it about alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Stardust &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;watched twice in cinemas! and thrice more on dvd. hahaha beat that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Invasion*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;kinda creepy:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The 11th Hour&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;documentary about the environment lol x) my mum loved it, because of dicaprio, and not because she's pro-environment conservation or whatever she claims(rubbish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mr Bean's Holiday &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's always such a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Game Plan &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sweet and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Fred Claus* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a feel-good type of movie, i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Enchanted &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zomg hilarious and cute (esp the chipmunk). and plus i like &lt;em&gt;ever ever after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Golden Compass &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh, personally i found it terrible, and that it really sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I Am Legend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;uhhhh. way too freaky for my liking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- National Treasure: Book of Secrets &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;treasure-hunt style, and very thrilling! like some of the ways they find clues, you would't even dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;lol rather boring i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;enjoyable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nim's Island&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;ordinary. but i liked the idea of living on an island in the middle of nowhere :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;quite nice! may said it was LOUD and borrowed my earplugs, i remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another one of those treasure hunt things, it's hard to feel bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Kung Fu Panda&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;okay-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- You Don't Mess With the Zohan*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;watched this on the cruise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;erm, like, sick?! i think it's supposed to be NC16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Get Smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't really remember the storyline, but i remember that it was bloody hilarious. haha those kind of slap-stick humour type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- WALL-E &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rather unique/ interesting, and the way they can communicate emotions through robots is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mamma Mia!*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;NICE SONGS :D :D i like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants2*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;ordinary. story of friendship and that kind off stuff you find in 'disney channel original movies'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Beverly Hills Chihuahua* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cute dog, plus their portrayal of the dog is really good, you can tell it really is super spoilt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- High School Musical 3: Senior Year&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;the best of the high school musical triology in my opinion. but still a bit cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg the lemurs (king julian and gang) or whatever you call them are super cute because they're super spastic! xD it was a great and enjoyable show on the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Quantum of Solace &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uhh a lot of fighting and shooting, couldn't really appreciate. plus i didn't not watch casino royale so i guess i didn't get some bits because of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Twilight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wasn't blown away by the book, i only found it average-ish. and the movie was worse than the book, so below average for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Yes Man &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like, freakin' awesome!? like i said before it changed my outlook on life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:) +1/2&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a very enjoyable movie. like ya you might think it' just a load of girly sick stuff and all, and admittedly it IS both sick and girly. but it's quite heartwarming (: and i like the way the lead actress acts, so animated! and plus cute guy somemore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see i think stardust is the best movie of '07 and yes man is the best of '08. but stardust is better than yes man :p&lt;br /&gt;and i think golden compass was the worst movie, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the song '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pmqi21YMJP4"&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;/a&gt;' which was played in angus thongs and perfect snogging. Especially the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That fire you ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good, bad and undecided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Burns when I stand beside it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visions so insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Travel unraveling through my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cold when I am denied it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your light is ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thank you px elaine xy grace tan for inviting me to go watch the movie. i know im not exactly part of your clique/group or whatever so thanks ya (: haha we had great fun playing cards and all also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8126216881980818581?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8126216881980818581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8126216881980818581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8126216881980818581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8126216881980818581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol-i-realised-most-of-movies-ive.html' title='Movies Review!'/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-2660902507452707582</id><published>2008-12-29T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:56:45.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG OMG OMG THIS IS THE MOST BRILLLLLIANTEST IDEA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;haha just joking.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11:59pm on 31st dec 2008 we can all attempt to sing soething really high! like a high! high!C or something. then hold the note until 12:00 am on 1st jan 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means we can end 2008 (and start 2009)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ON A HIGH! NOTE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;told ya it was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2660902507452707582?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2660902507452707582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2660902507452707582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2660902507452707582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2660902507452707582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-omg-omg-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3496105014546222811</id><published>2008-12-26T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:19:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so me and my sis are finally done with our scrapbook (for our south africa trip) after a gruelling 22 hours over 3 days (i calculated!)&lt;br /&gt;but i don't mind spending so much time on it cuz now it's looks nice, i think :))&lt;br /&gt;we're bringing it to their house tmr to show everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and argh argh undone commonwealth essay argh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace convinced herself that JUST BECAUSE.  ...&lt;br /&gt;... it's not the end of the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3496105014546222811?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3496105014546222811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3496105014546222811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3496105014546222811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3496105014546222811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-so-me-and-my-sis-are-finally-done.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4530874229244998554</id><published>2008-12-22T22:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:28:50.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do this with numbers cuz it looks nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my hols have been (aha i finally found a word to describe it) 得过且过。Lol as usual i have no proper plan what i want to do, or rather i have a plan but refuse to follow it D: but managed to read some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) watched twilight last weekend :) okay i don't know why i put a smiley there.&lt;br /&gt;- i am NOT a fan of edward cullen/ the book&lt;br /&gt;- i don't see what's so great about edward cullen&lt;br /&gt;- at one point in time i was quite puzzled (and annoyed) why most girls can see many things in edward cullen that i can't to me it's like just an average book, and average movie i think twilight had the potential to be a greater book if stephenie meyer didn't overdo the romance thing. it's NOT because i am a cold unfeeling person who gets all jumpy when there's too much romance in books and movies&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; (if you know grace well enough, you know that she's a sucker for romance in films)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think all the edward-bella romance seems very contrived to me (?is contrived the right word?), like the author just had to insert a line about edward brushing bella's cheek just about every other line in the book.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;hope you get what i mean and no hardfeelings la, it's just an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;- on the other hand, even though i'm not a fan of robert pattinson, i think he's freakin hilarious in interviews XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) watched YESMAN this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;damn nice okay i loved it! :D&lt;br /&gt;it change my outlook on life (well sorta!)&lt;br /&gt;it's about a guy who was convinced into saying yes to every opportunity he gets. this other homeless guy asked him for a whole load of cash, and yeah he has to agree.&lt;br /&gt;but then by accepting so many opportunities he gets to do more stuff and gets even more opportunities &lt;s&gt;and have a more, uh, exciting&lt;/s&gt; and actually have a life.&lt;br /&gt;and APART from being super hilarious it's very meaningfuullll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i think i'm being a hypocrite in saying this cuz i just turned down two invitations today :P&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey so yeah go watch the show if you get the chance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) yay i'm kinda excited, this saturday our family's going to junan/kuanhian's house (with wanyu too) for gathering (south africa trip). yeah we really had loads of fun on the trip, i mean minus the breathtaking scenery and the awesome animals, the best part of the trip was the company.&lt;br /&gt;we played taiti, like ALOT. for hours and hours at a go at night. yeah and the best part (i think) of the game was the forfeit! the winner got to slap the loser on the face.&lt;br /&gt;i mean SERIOUSLY la that is a once-in-a-lifetime experience! i wonder when's the next time i will get to slap a guy again xD&lt;br /&gt;- Episode one: clara slaps kuanhian on the face, and really, really hard. (slapped in the way a woman might slap a man before she says 'it's OVER' and pushes him away.) "ow that HURT?! -insert swear word-" kuanhian shoots her a murderous wth-you-did-NOT-just-do-that glare. grace stuggles to contain her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;- Episode two: kuanhian teases clara because she just lost to his eightyrold sister. clara 很不服气，and whacks him with her sweater, and his face gets stung by the metal zip. -more swear words-"bl***y h*ll WHAT WAS THAT FOR". grace laughs like xiao again.&lt;br /&gt;- Episode three: clara is about to slap junan. after seeing what happend to his brother, he cowers in a corner and makes whimpery noises. grace laughs, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so it continued like that.&lt;br /&gt;okay so saturday is gonna be a blast i know(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm watching angus thongs an perfect snogging tmr. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm super sorry i 'made' you guys watch this show cuz i watched yes man le, and i know even though i said i was willing to watch yes man again you guys decided on angus and yadayada instead. so thank you for this sacrifice, which may be small but the means a lot to me, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well i have no idea what the movie is about besides the fact that it's about boyfriends. okay. sounds interesting XD [grace WHAT are you talking about!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh do you know when i asked my parents whether they think i should watch yes man again or watch this show my dad was like 'ya why not, why not watch angus thongs and perfect snogging, it has good reviews you know!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my sis is like 'ERRR' and i'm like What! why is this coming from my (superultra conservative) dad O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ya just when i though my voice was really recovering for good, now it seems like it's screwing up again. someone save me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. i guess i have to sleep now because of tmr. see ya'll soon in 2009 :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. 310'o9!! I think my reg no. is 8 next year so i feel like ending with point number eight!                       &amp;amp; do tag :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4530874229244998554?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4530874229244998554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4530874229244998554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4530874229244998554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4530874229244998554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyo-ill-do-this-with-numbers-cuz-it.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6368027514068710315</id><published>2008-12-16T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:04:36.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i realised I have't blogged in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya (: we just knew our classes today and I'm in &lt;strong&gt;310.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm ok with who's in my class&lt;br /&gt;-it's a mixed geog and history class o.o&lt;br /&gt;-there are only 4 209ers, including me&lt;br /&gt;-theres no one else from choir i think )):&lt;br /&gt;-its full of awfully smart people(this i'm ok with actually)&lt;br /&gt;-why does it at first glance give me the impression that is kinda, er, dead. but then there are some people whom im sure will liven things up XD&lt;br /&gt;-no one i can't get along with, so OK again! :)&lt;br /&gt;-don't really know a lot of people well, but my classmates are agreeable people haha.&lt;br /&gt;-somehow i have a good feeling about this class:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL i don't see much signs of the recession around you know&lt;br /&gt;Taka was like freakin packed with shoppers, at NOON and on a WEEKDAY&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because too many people retrenched so they are hanging out on a weekday, instead of working haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and my waist size has increased 2 sizes over the last one year, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6368027514068710315?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6368027514068710315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6368027514068710315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6368027514068710315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6368027514068710315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-i-realised-i-havet-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4531559696790817612</id><published>2008-12-07T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:46:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/STtFHf_-k-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qyyhR1RJjeU/s1600-h/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/STtFHf_-k-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qyyhR1RJjeU/s400/250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276887383545910242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/STtETZncslI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y0RuPLIPXZk/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/STtETZncslI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y0RuPLIPXZk/s400/249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276886488479216210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...penguins in south africa!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i plan to post m0re pics later on (of course with a complementary blog post and captions :D) so yeah. just wanted to say that we had the most awesomest time on the trip and thank guys XD for teaching me how to play bridge and taiti XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&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/5463800111276968916-4531559696790817612?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4531559696790817612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4531559696790817612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4531559696790817612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4531559696790817612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/STtFHf_-k-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qyyhR1RJjeU/s72-c/250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-2411068919480366845</id><published>2008-11-27T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:11:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm flying off tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;haha somehow im not as excited as i was for say, last years trip.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because no company this time ):&lt;br /&gt;loads of people requested souvenirs leh &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee had house camp today (:&lt;br /&gt;overall it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;the games were scary haha&lt;br /&gt;the station i was doing was like, you have to feed your friend a mixture of certain foods and she has to guess/ eat it anyway&lt;br /&gt;and like combis like erm fruit plus + chilli sause + milo powder = stomach ache :p&lt;br /&gt;then we were also talking and thinking how wasted it was that buckle's theme wasnt buckle bond (as in james bond) in 2007, cuz like, agent 007??&lt;br /&gt;haha so wasted right!&lt;br /&gt;and i like my new subcomm people by the way. one of them even has the same birthday as me O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovelovelove ave a lot&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy now after listening to the recording that chloe/zongmin sent&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i havent actually sang it yet&lt;br /&gt;maybe even more than itsuki ? O.O&lt;br /&gt;cuz i wasnt in syf for itsuki maybe thats why&lt;br /&gt;(uhh, that's assuming i get in this round lah)&lt;br /&gt;the recording was quite amusing there was one bit where there was this ascending scale thing&lt;br /&gt;then you can see one particular girl's mouth growing progressively wider / her jaw dropping lower and lower with each note haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays so see ya then.&lt;br /&gt;grace is uncontactable from 27/11 - 6/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2411068919480366845?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2411068919480366845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2411068919480366845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2411068919480366845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2411068919480366845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-flying-off-tomorrow-haha-somehow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6341478772322572513</id><published>2008-11-25T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:32:46.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm flying off in 2 days, and I've more or less packed already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2 was like a prelude to africa huh. I expect many similarities between the movie and the actual safari.&lt;br /&gt;yeah but the jeep being hijacked by penguins, that is a sca-ry prospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's house camp tmr :D my mum almost didn't let me go cuz she was all "what if you get sick and cant go for the trip blah blah", cuz camp is full day. yeah and i seriously doubt she'll let me go for choir on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna go for choir outing ): i wanna go sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;haha what happened to class outing D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck there are random ants on my walls and table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6341478772322572513?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6341478772322572513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6341478772322572513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6341478772322572513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6341478772322572513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-flying-off-in-2-days-and-ive-more-or.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7282462260576012711</id><published>2008-11-22T16:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:31:04.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;PERMANENT - David Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is this the moment where i look you in the eye? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Forgive my broken promise that you`ll never see me cry &lt;br /&gt;And everything, it will surely change even if i tell you i won`t go away today &lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you`re all alone &lt;br /&gt;When no one`s there to hold your hand? &lt;br /&gt;And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary rest your head &lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he`s living in hell every single day &lt;br /&gt;And so i ask oh god is there some way for me to take his place &lt;br /&gt;And when they say it`s all touch and go i wish i could make it go away &lt;br /&gt;But still you say &lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you`re all alone when no one`s there to hold your hand? &lt;br /&gt;When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head &lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent &lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is this the moment where i look you in the eye? &lt;br /&gt;Forgive my promise that you`ll never see me cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this is a super super freakin awesome song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;when i first heard it i was like O.O sounds so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then i read that david cook wrote it for this brother who is dying of cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and with that knowledge when i relistened to the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nearly cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;this is a beautiful song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i have never been more moved by song lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7282462260576012711?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7282462260576012711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7282462260576012711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7282462260576012711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7282462260576012711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/permanent-david-cook-is-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4889290374905321724</id><published>2008-11-17T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:44:44.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoops i'm stupid, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; one is the #250 post heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i just packed up my room big time.&lt;br /&gt;argh should have taken a photo room before it was packed... my bookshelves were bursting with things and my study table (which happens to be awfully small to begin with) had piles and piles of things on it. and there was no space for the keyboard so I often had to balance it on my lap and type O:&lt;br /&gt;and still ther were piles of books on the floor somemore so people kept tripping over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the other day the old bookshelf kinda gave way so we went to buy a new one. and bought another for my sister too. (by the way i LOVE ikea stuff i wanna buy over the whole shop)&lt;br /&gt;yeah so this new shelf has six ledges (awfully tall!); the old one had 4. so more space, yay! but somehow i still managed to make all the existing stuff fill up all the six ledges, don't know how that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;which means once i start getting new stuff there would be no place left to chuck and my room would be messy again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now at least, erm, the surface of my table is actually visible.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway now my room smells funny because it smells of new wood haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4889290374905321724?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4889290374905321724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4889290374905321724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4889290374905321724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4889290374905321724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoops-im-stupid-this-one-is-250-post.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5623534863848700946</id><published>2008-11-13T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:44:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POST NUMBER 250 [cool!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee... had choir today. choir is currently undergoing a cardgame craze HAHA. be it playing cards or stacking cards...but at least theres something to do to fill time inbetween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sang set piece today:) the rhythm gets us all mixed up haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it sounds funny right now, but the piano part sounds really nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the lyrics are awfully poetic though :/ doesn't seem right to belong in a song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15/11&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am an idiot at this facebook business. i'm still exploring like mad haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;but if &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; works out i will be eternally grateful to facebook.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i bought david archuleta's album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okayyy... at first i was excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i liked 'crush'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm kinda disappointed with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they have a few nice tracks but other than that it's kinda boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's listenable at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm being objective here because i'm not a diehard archie fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&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/5463800111276968916-5623534863848700946?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5623534863848700946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5623534863848700946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5623534863848700946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5623534863848700946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-number-250-cool-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3829404355472268757</id><published>2008-11-12T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:18:03.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;argh i feel like shit the whole of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i had a dream and when i woke up i was so upset it wasn't real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ehh no and the dream was really not that far fetched or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay maybe a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no idea what im talking about, good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHAGRH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3829404355472268757?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3829404355472268757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3829404355472268757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3829404355472268757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3829404355472268757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/argh-i-feel-like-shit-whole-of-today.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5709059840638901023</id><published>2008-11-10T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:23:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL I KNEW IT :D &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Play the Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/guitar.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very independent - both in spirit and in the way you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can teach yourself almost anything, even if it makes your fingers bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not really the type to sit patiently through a music lesson - or do things by the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more your style to master the fundamentals and see where they take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly creative and a bit eclectic, you need a wide range of music to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could emerge as a sensitive songwriter... or a manic rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant personality characteristic: being rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secondary personality characteristic: tenacity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmusicalinstrumentshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What Musical Instrument Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5709059840638901023?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5709059840638901023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5709059840638901023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5709059840638901023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5709059840638901023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol-i-knew-it-d-you-should-play-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-3942034807421363849</id><published>2008-11-10T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:16:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i totally agree on this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Life Blogger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/life-blogger.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, you blog it. And you make it as entertaining as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be guilty of over-sharing a bit on your blog, but you can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life is truly an open book. Or in this case, an open blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofbloggerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Blogger Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-3942034807421363849?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/3942034807421363849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=3942034807421363849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3942034807421363849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/3942034807421363849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-do-i-totally-agree-on-this-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-795307946935685828</id><published>2008-11-10T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:07:34.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haha I decided to change skin!&lt;br /&gt;(you have no idea how late i stayed up to to finish this.)&lt;br /&gt;usually i'm lazy to change as you can see, cause this is only my third skin ever :p&lt;br /&gt;(my blog is 1yr 8mos old!!)&lt;br /&gt;hey i decided i'm going to keep this blog until the end of sec4&lt;br /&gt;then i will start another for jc.&lt;br /&gt;so that this blog (which by the way is my first and only personal blog) will be a documentation of my secondary school life (since it started from march 07), and my next blog can be one for um... jc life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not deleting my blog :D unless blogger shuts down or something.&lt;br /&gt;hee i like this skin because it kinda makes the words look tinier and my posts look wordier.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, though i'm really not in love with anyone, i would prefer if it said something else, cuz i never will intend to declare this kind of relationship status haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um why am i happy to be alive again.&lt;br /&gt;on saturday we went to my dad's class reunion where family was invited.&lt;br /&gt;and you know the entrance of the parking space there's this bar to prevent cars from going in without putting their cashcard in,&lt;br /&gt;yeah so we were walking near there and luckily my dad pulled me away in time because one second later the bar descended to the spot where my head had been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesteday went to watch the james bond show x)&lt;br /&gt;it was... violent! haha.&lt;br /&gt;half the movie was like BANG BANG BANG KICK PUNCH BANG SLAP -person dies-&lt;br /&gt;blah blah. not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it was quite thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year to hokkaido was damn awesome because we went as a large group of 20+ our family my cousins family and their extended family. haha so everyone kinda knew everyone.&lt;br /&gt;and we had the whole coach to ourselves and it was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i can say the same for this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Something to do;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love;&lt;br /&gt;Something to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-795307946935685828?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/795307946935685828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=795307946935685828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/795307946935685828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/795307946935685828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-i-decided-to-change-skin-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4949658795674642970</id><published>2008-11-06T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:12:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I actually HAVE stuff to do this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i am glad.&lt;br /&gt;first i will read the books i promised to read.&lt;br /&gt;and I will watch the movies i promised myself to watch&lt;br /&gt;then i better read more bio and math stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and there's house camp.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;then there's choir to occupy my time (thank goodness; i don't wanna be cooped up at home)&lt;br /&gt;and i have to practise piano lots.&lt;br /&gt;then I WILL GO OUT too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this, this holiday seems just right, neither too packed nor too aimless.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i don't waste my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today piano lesson was suicide; or 找死。&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;like my piano teacher, because of her son's psle, stopped piano lesson for the whole months of august and september. which was just as well because that was the busy pt period anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then october since my sister wasnt done with her exams my mum decided to let us resume piano in november only.&lt;br /&gt;yah so today was my first lesson in three months.&lt;br /&gt;and you would have thought i would have the discipline or at least the decency to practise even once.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't. haha.&lt;br /&gt;apart from 15 minutes before today's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes to make up for 3 months of practice! quite ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;haha so i totally died during the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i better work hard during this holiday :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah there's choir!&lt;br /&gt;i just thought about SYF next year. [ehh hope i can even get in with that screwed voice of mine]&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i really really hope we can sing a song that at least has depth.&lt;br /&gt;not something like la cucaracha [oh please D:&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;something like -AVE-!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;i would protest if we don't sing that :p&lt;br /&gt;i need to sing something that can make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh yesterday because of my dad's persuasion (but against my better judgement) i agreed to watch -hide and seek- [channel 5]&lt;br /&gt;and once i start watching a movie i usually can't bring myself to leave the TV yeah.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully chris called me and rescued me from the room about halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn scary can?!?!&lt;br /&gt;[ahh then again i guess you have to put into perspective that i'm probably one of the most fainthearted people around]&lt;br /&gt;at first it seems like a typical ghost story but it's about murder/ split personality, that kind of thing. please watch and tell me if you freak out too, if you have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SCARED OF BATHROOMS D:&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO, SO SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;I AM SCARED OF DOLLS TOO.&lt;br /&gt;i almost didn't dare to bathe today (especially since it was night time already)&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i suddenly thought of what sarah and steph did when we won dramanite.&lt;br /&gt;they wen't up to receive our prize but before that they were being funny and saying stuff into the mike.&lt;br /&gt;steph: "I WANT MY BOND" [fierce voice]&lt;br /&gt;sarah: "OH, JAMES!"&lt;br /&gt;hah so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;just had to record that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4949658795674642970?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4949658795674642970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4949658795674642970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4949658795674642970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4949658795674642970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-actually-have-stuff-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5564614985844157346</id><published>2008-11-04T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:34:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE &lt;s&gt;BOYS&lt;/s&gt; HOLS ARE BACK!! whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't waste my time away this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;haha haven't updated in a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start from net carn!&lt;br /&gt;well... although we didn't win anything I bet we were real close to winning some prize. we played super well against our opponents, especially with pro! shooters like steph. hee and mr ho and ms ong were super nice in buying the whole class bubble tea :D ha i dont think i was much help to the team. played mostly defence and one consolation to myself was that i probably helped in being a downright pain in the butt to the attacking opponents by blocking their balls and running around to follow them. heh that's probably the only way i helped.&lt;br /&gt;but very sweaty lah, and afterwards in choir we played some more netball haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so friday-sunday went on cruise. which was kinda suckish. because i felt so LEFT OUT la! I couldnt' do stuff like the water slides which was for below 12 years old, and I couldn't go to the casino/spa/gym because it was for above 18 years old. And i was the only 'teenager' in our group.&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so i kinda patronised the video arcade throughout.&lt;br /&gt;in total everyone we must have spent 60 bucks at the arcade. WOW right.&lt;br /&gt;haha but we did other stuff like karaoke and table tennis[which i suck at &gt;:(] and we ate loads.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and every room was entitled to $100 of drinks and desserts or something. so to use up to value we bought tons and tons of swensens iceceam. I had 4 scoops over 2 days i think. haha FATTENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday dramanite!&lt;br /&gt;WE WON :D&lt;br /&gt;haha our class was totally HIGH when they announced the results.&lt;br /&gt;as in really, we were literally high, because we all stood up and jumped about.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to awesome actors like steph.&lt;br /&gt;haha the audience totally cracked at some bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shylock, what on earth are you wearing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"These are my scales, to weigh the flesh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PUNS RULE okay!!-&lt;br /&gt;And LT's emo lead act, so amusing :D&lt;br /&gt;and one of our prizes was this bunny pencil with a CORN base.&lt;br /&gt;how appropriate. it's as though our class was destined to win :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 209 rocks man. we're full of class spirit :)&lt;br /&gt;and we were an awesome class this year with very little cornflicts and a whole load of enthusiasm!&lt;br /&gt;we won BOTH dramanite and acp live performance!!&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm damn sad cause i lost my phone yesterday in school. argh all the contacts and the music and everything. gone all GONE dammit. well i guess the music i still have them in my computer but i dont have a back up copy of the contacts. hmm i wonder if i have to change phone no? i dont want to! so mah fan okay :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school today ):&lt;br /&gt;haha i want the video of ms ong's closing address!! D:&lt;br /&gt;but it's very sad that we have to leave behind yet another year and become sec threes next year.&lt;br /&gt;ms ong was clearly sad.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today got back progress reports. i guess im satisfied la (:&lt;br /&gt;but next year hae to work much harder cuz i suspect i wont be able to pull through any longer if i study only the night before.&lt;br /&gt;kick `em procrastinating habits!&lt;br /&gt;haiyo every time i decide next year is gonna be a better year i never meet my expectations interms of [haha] discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH should i reconsider subject combi? currently im more inclined towards sticking with geog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY THE HOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5564614985844157346?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5564614985844157346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5564614985844157346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5564614985844157346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5564614985844157346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-and-we-ate-loads.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1431730117569200466</id><published>2008-10-29T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:20:56.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today is a not-bad day exclamation mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 WE WON ACP. i mean, acp best live performance.&lt;br /&gt;whee. we really deserve it anyways!&lt;br /&gt;sarah and steph put in a lot of effort to organise the performance and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i think what totally nailed it for us was sarah's unnatural relationship with madame mary.&lt;br /&gt;sooo amusing!&lt;br /&gt;anyway the prize was this funnylooking chick pegs. there were eight of them.&lt;br /&gt;and i named them:&lt;br /&gt;captain, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 DRAMANIGHT AUDITION WENT QUITE WELL. hee hee the audience got our puns :D :D we rule! and apparently the flying birds were amusing xD you know at first i kept thinking (reading the script) that it won't work out but anyway it did :D :D but i think i looked spastic in the hood gar.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway hope we get in! or at least filler item. i think we do have a chance. but aiya that means have to stay back after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 we class tees for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;anyway hope i don't turn out to be some team liability tomorrow for net carn.&lt;br /&gt;like i had the impression i was last saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;or at least that was how someone made me feel&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 WENT TO SHERILYN(loh)'S HOUSE TODAY. may dragged me into it :D&lt;br /&gt;[anyway sherilyn your house is super big and PRETTY :)) ]&lt;br /&gt;so yeah we baked! damn fun :D&lt;br /&gt;hoon kweh, but then we ran out of corn, so we used cornflakes instead (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;and we baked pretzels, which turned out to be nothing like pretzels at all, they were so sweet. yeah i think they weren't pretzels, they were cookies :D and OH MAN WERE THEY GOOD :D but some how i managed to lose the whole plastic bag of them. can't find them now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;To pris, whose greatness i acknowledge, but whose greatness she acknowledges even more; to pris, who has inspired me to once again believe in the virtue of self-praise XD&lt;br /&gt;(you asked for it)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR NETCARN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1431730117569200466?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1431730117569200466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1431730117569200466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1431730117569200466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1431730117569200466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-not-bad-day-exclamation-mark-1.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5787971477403852044</id><published>2008-10-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:31:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha today was ra tests.&lt;br /&gt;screwed la D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio by some miraculous chance I got the all mcq correct. but the rest of the paper was quite a disaster. great.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i made the right choice and didn't try for chem. apparently the chem people totally died. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;and math, although there were many smart people who would do EVERYTHING, i'm just glad I could do at least half lah, means i pass :D :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;so yep im not keeping my hopes high for either subject, just see how lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so there's dramanight tomorrow and netcarn on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;haha frankly im not looking forward to either. i guess im pretty neutral, as in, it would be &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; if our class could win/ clear the auditions, but last year i think i was more excited about dramanight than this year. well this year our concept for the performance is quite... interesting! haha. hope the teachers can appreciate it. but anyways. THE SCHOOL SHOULD JUST GIVE US HOLIDAY NAO.&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha still can't believe that WOW, this is the end of lower sec already (how fast time flies). not funny lah soon we'll be going to JC and stuff, then uni, then out to work.&lt;br /&gt;D; scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay im going cruise on friday if you don't know (not as if i told alot of people), so i'll be 'over-seas' literally! it's my first time :D anyway. going with my family and my cousin and my aunt and my mum's cousin (also my aunt) and it so happens that, my dad is the only male around (HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY DID YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE MY GUITAR :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;but i still suck at playing it and the skin of my fingers are peeling !! D: ugly.ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i realise my blog is rather selfcentered. maybe i should try blogging about others instead x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5787971477403852044?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5787971477403852044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5787971477403852044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5787971477403852044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5787971477403852044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-today-was-ra-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5861845957270536040</id><published>2008-10-23T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:53:18.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;today is a bad day fullstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha pris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've never felt this stressed in ages :/ dunno why la there was complication after complication cropping up when i feel stressed i either cry or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have done both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was the RA subjects issue.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing bio and math and as of now i'm happy with my choice!&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda totally gut-feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before that i think i must be damn fickleminded i changed my mind erm... six times?&lt;br /&gt;i ruled out history lit cuz not taking, then geog too because i really wanted to do science.&lt;br /&gt;and then last time i was so certain that it would be biochem, but suddenly physics came into the picture when i decided that physics was much more than what we learn in lowersec (utter CRAP i tell you) and that lower sec physics didn't do justice to the subject. especially when it's one semester long only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was SOSURE i was gonna do bio physics because i like bio and physics was math but not pure math, applied math :D which is cooler. then i asked mr ho whether bio physics is okay but he said it's very RARE. okay so got insecure about it and decided against physics. and then mr ho and he was talking to sam and me and kept kept hinting that it's perfectly FINE if you stay in RP and don't do RA. maybe he doesn't like us/ think we are good enough D: i think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what he said was right la. doesn't mean you don't do ra for this subject means you can't excel in it, doesn't mean you lose out. and then my bio was much lower than my chem and physics. but i don't care! you know what i really like chem and seem to pick it up fast (last year) but this doesn't mean that i have to take ra and do more than others. i mean my foundation in chem is not that strong, it's not above whatever we learnt in sec one. it would be totally cheating myself if i use marks alone to decide and then mug like xiao for chem selection test. i think i will stick to a normal chem class but make sure i learn it well. cuz i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah. my dad's very good at helping me make decisions. asked me like, if you had to spend the next three months doing a project on one of the subjects, which will you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha good idea) then i went to the smp form and looked at the categories and ruled out a lot. then realised that the remaining categories pointed mainly to bio. so yeah, decided!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he helped me rekindle my interest in bio. now i think i really want it quite badly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm will have to put in alot of effort for bio, and i'm willing to. cuz bio, it's totally knowledge-based whereas, chem &amp;amp; physics, they're more about concepts right! means bio have to really study well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep so this time ra was almost purely based on interest and not ability. hope i made the right choice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one was math la :) i stupidly went to call mrs sia to ask whether i could continue with math training without taking math ra. and i gave her quite a definite 'no' when she asked if i was doing math ra.&lt;br /&gt;now that im really doing they're prolly gonna say im so fickleminded/ im not really interested in it. argh im doing math because i think i can push myself in it and if i really want to i can make myself interested. and then i love doing math because it's the only subject that you're actually productive when it comes to getting stuff done:p SENSE OF SATISFACTION mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my standard wont match up to many uber pro people la. like siying x)&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i can cope i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh but i dont think i can get in for either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[anyways this post wasn't really written for you to read. it was written to convince myself that i made the right choice. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and second stressful event was that i lost my pencil case and cip records.&lt;br /&gt;hmm come to think of it thats pretty minor compared to the ra stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then! the smp business. pris and i tried locating mr ho for TWO HOURS.or was it three. argh i think mr ho is sick of seeing me i saw him 3 times today. then we kept pestering the counter staff, and i think they kind of ke3 lian2-ed us.&lt;br /&gt;anyway nowi think im still doing with christabel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whats gonna happen now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna do alone D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg YES we're finally gonna get to watch the merchant of venice movie :D previously i could only locate some random spanish version on youtube, and the movie in english, well all that was available were clips of shylock's and portia's speeches! HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala i am going to fill smp form now! oh mann how i really really wanted to go wales next year. but i think i really want smp.&lt;br /&gt;greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5861845957270536040?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5861845957270536040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5861845957270536040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5861845957270536040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5861845957270536040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-is-bad-day-fullstop-haha-pris-i.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6504130517461820396</id><published>2008-10-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:52:17.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm exasperated and im tearing my hair out.&lt;br /&gt;because i've been thinking for 3 and a half hours now and am nowhere nearer to reaching a decision. someone help D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6504130517461820396?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6504130517461820396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6504130517461820396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6504130517461820396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6504130517461820396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-exasperated-and-im-tearing-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1081645274966040434</id><published>2008-10-21T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:17:36.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit i think i was this close to fallingtomydeath/ breaking my head today. Was sticking the cellophane paper our classroom lights and nearly stepped over the edge of a stack of 5 tables that i was standing on. i'm glad i'm alive now :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this isn't a laughing matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway bought the guitar last saturday. GUITAR GUItAr.&lt;br /&gt;yeah may was right in saying how come i kept counting down the days till i got the guitar, but when i got it i didn't blog a thing about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;seriously awesome lah!!&lt;br /&gt;what i love about playing songs on guitars, rather than play on the piano is that the sound is so much more relaxed and lighthearted :D you know when i work on my table then i would place the guitar on my bed right next to me. (my bed is next to my table)&lt;br /&gt;so is like... [whatever im working on]&lt;br /&gt;-types one paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;"aha i think i want to try playing this song"&lt;br /&gt;- grabs guitar and plays, and returns it again.&lt;br /&gt;- repeat the process for every paragraph typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D whee so fun right!&lt;br /&gt;but so distracting.&lt;br /&gt;then again, there's nothing much to be distracted from now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so more about the guitar! it's red blended into yellow but mostly red, and really pretty. REALLY PRETTY, HEAR THAT :D :D At first was quite upset that they ran out of the normal brown-coloured ones, but now looking back I'm glad I got something not so conventional looking! and also i was quite sad ): that i wasn't allowed to get a daisy rock one, but come to think of it i'm &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt;very happy with mine :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah got the same guitar as may :D we're gonna learn together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha currently...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very good at it.&lt;br /&gt;okay who am i kidding..&lt;br /&gt;i'm FAR FROM GOOD at it.&lt;br /&gt;i suck i take three seconds to change from one chord to another.&lt;br /&gt;i attempted playing the school song though :D&lt;br /&gt;and say it again. SAY IT AGAIN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my fingers hurt like shit. [NOOO.] I don't want to have blisters and ugly fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha on a side note, i can't wait to busk :D&lt;br /&gt;but hope we can pull this off conflict-free :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im in much of a mood to blog nowadays D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1081645274966040434?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1081645274966040434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1081645274966040434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1081645274966040434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1081645274966040434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/shit-i-think-i-was-this-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8378255369960124038</id><published>2008-10-18T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T11:33:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>7 hours! 7 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh excited.&lt;br /&gt;-if you find me annoying talking about this you can poke me now-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously NOTHING has been going on in school lately!&lt;br /&gt;but im too guai to pon school xD&lt;br /&gt;but i keep feeling that my time is being wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't exactly spend the whole entire day doing class projects right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;"grace might even be a rock star"&lt;br /&gt;oh rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;what has my sister infected my brain with -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8378255369960124038?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8378255369960124038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8378255369960124038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8378255369960124038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8378255369960124038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-hours-7-hours-ahhhh-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6512825631866746145</id><published>2008-10-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:21:47.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i think i should be generally satisfied with my resutls, definitely better than myas!&lt;br /&gt;chinese paper 2 was totally insane, but i know that my ability is not decided by the results. just because i fail one test and ace another, doesn't mean my standard was bad at the time i failed it or good at the time i aced it. It's just one standard, and based on luck, and i'm sorry to say that i think i still suck in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;PE was also a (pleasant) surprise but the marking was definitely lenient :)&lt;br /&gt;and math, the mistakes were so damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and science was near-disastrous, and so was el summary (expected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh being cooped up in the hall for 8 hours is unhealthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still im happy because i hit 3.6 so i get my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;i'm srsly srsly super excited i'm getting this saturday (may you lucky pig!)&lt;br /&gt;i'm determined to learn it well!&lt;br /&gt;this has been just about all i've been talking about the last few days, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the class projects will turn out fun and dispute-free (last yr was D;)&lt;br /&gt;(: but our class can get along pretty well mah (:&lt;br /&gt;haha drama night and acp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6512825631866746145?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6512825631866746145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6512825631866746145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6512825631866746145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6512825631866746145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-i-think-i-should-be-generally.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1473750290145043126</id><published>2008-10-11T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:49:13.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm so happyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found "向左走，向右走" on some random movie site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't find it on youtube, and was really disappointed, but then I found it elsewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rmb last year huang lao shi let us watch in class, and i loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then forgot much about it until recently i was thinking about it and had this sudden urge to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha it's an awfully nice movie and for me to think a chinese movie is good, it must be really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh so you know what i will be doing tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1473750290145043126?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1473750290145043126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1473750290145043126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1473750290145043126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1473750290145043126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-happyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-9208639969417650596</id><published>2008-10-11T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:41:47.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello I'M FREE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i decided to go on a movie watching spree!&lt;br /&gt;like watch one to two movies a day or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday watched pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;soon i'll watch haven't-decided-what.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm ripping music from my mum's cds.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall start a nicer grander sketchup project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is the life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-9208639969417650596?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/9208639969417650596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=9208639969417650596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9208639969417650596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/9208639969417650596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-im-free-haha-i-decided-to-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-8268257193550159789</id><published>2008-10-09T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:56:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA AWESOME one paper left, that's unstudieable!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math was okay today :) got stuck at this question for 15 minutes, but luckily i did the rest of the paper quickly so i could finish in time. chinese got a few wrong alr, but whatever, that's expected i guess. i mean it's like chinese -.- i hope i do better this time though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh what irony,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week when my exams hadn't ended i didn't go for chinese tuition but today when chinese exam is over and when i am free tonight, i'm going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pointless&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good luck for science tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-8268257193550159789?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/8268257193550159789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=8268257193550159789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8268257193550159789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/8268257193550159789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-awesome-one-paper-left-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5792677801172555250</id><published>2008-10-08T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:19:48.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;argh scare me i thought i lost my curved ruler just now, but it was hiding inbetween the mountain of books i have piled up on my table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just found out that tmr's math test is 35%! that's freakin a lot 0______0 i thought it was 25% or 30% at the very most :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i bet you I won't finish the chinese paper tomorrow. took like a million years to do the FA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my chinese is like... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unsalvageable, anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i guess it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;history today, seq was so predictable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sbq answers were like crap though :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;history-6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;2DAYS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5792677801172555250?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5792677801172555250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5792677801172555250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5792677801172555250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5792677801172555250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/argh-scare-me-i-thought-i-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-6243124687000047672</id><published>2008-10-07T15:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:47:38.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;before I actually start on history (i just realised there's quite a bit to study)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May recently introduced me to sketchup (it's a software), it's real cool :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some of my very own creations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAKE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SOsSg7nlkuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r6kdjSgoMVY/s400/CAKE.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254313747226661602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, 'yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOUSE! (first attempt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SOsTo2omGmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FX8eQNOxZSE/s400/HOUSE1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314982839294562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it kinda was okay... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...until I tried adding the chimney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOUSE! (second attempt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SOsS2mcAABI/AAAAAAAAAIM/h49ZZkPK5nc/s400/HOUSE+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254314119498039314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay this is better! I think i might want to move into this house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the process of creating more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6243124687000047672?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6243124687000047672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6243124687000047672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6243124687000047672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6243124687000047672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-i-actually-start-on-history-i.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Qrzo1eRlfQ/SOsSg7nlkuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/r6kdjSgoMVY/s72-c/CAKE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463800111276968916.post-6756741600369802445</id><published>2008-10-07T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:24:50.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yay! it's three days to go now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(actually two days, cuz science don't need to study:])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELpaper2 -6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lit -6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess they were not bad la, english definitely better than mya, because well, any worse than what I got for myas I would have failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lit was okay though i had very very very very little evidence :/  i didn't quote enough but rambled on and on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;longest lit essay I've ever written! and I guess its the case for almost everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how apt that it is the last lit essay too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I think i've still got mixed feelings about choosing geog over lit :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I HAVE PLANS FOR AFTER EYAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;MANY MANY PLANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;[can't wait.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I've never really got into the exam mode anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised, I started studying for every single subject only the day before o_____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"will you liberate me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-6756741600369802445?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/6756741600369802445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=6756741600369802445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6756741600369802445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/6756741600369802445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay-its-three-days-to-go-now-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-4122819936592888439</id><published>2008-10-06T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:27:30.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;4 DAYS TO FREEDOM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently i'm DYING to get my guitar lol, the wait is keeeeling me!! argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geog today was... not as good as i hoped it could be, i totally forgot to discuss dependency ratio which according to mrs koh is THE most improtant thing right! how could i D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then only had 45 minutes to do the essay so it was super rushed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind, just make sure this does not take away my 4.0 for geog D: if not i will CRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geog-4.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and haven't started on lit OR history yet, better go do now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha i realise nearing to exam period my blog posts are filled with exclamations and laments of 'I HAVEN'T DONE THIS.' and "I HAVEN'T DONE THAT." and 'DIEEEEEEE.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aha see what exam stress can do to your brain xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-4122819936592888439?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/4122819936592888439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=4122819936592888439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4122819936592888439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/4122819936592888439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-days-to-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7241086795405881576</id><published>2008-10-05T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:32:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ahh i'm super scared about geog i don't know WHAT i'm doing okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still don't know what on earth to write for the effectiveness essay, I've been SMSing/MSNing/calling people all day and they're either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1) as confused as me; Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(2) not very confused, but i can't see their point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which doesn't help either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do you measure effectiveness anyway, mrs koh didn't really explain in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have this feeling i'm gonna be fretting for nothing, cuz whats gonna come out would be something similar to the FA question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGH THIS ALWAYS HAPPENS--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past history and geog PPA were like yimoyiyang to the FA- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND IT'S SO ANNOYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you can't really be sure, what if it isn't at all like the FA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN IF IT IS i will be all 'sheesh i wasted my whooole day studying for nothing'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate all this memorising-regurgitating nonsense, i prefer application questions lol. maybe this is why i'm taking science!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh oh guess what, for those taking geog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuesday will be our last lit test, and wednesday will be our last history test, EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;taking geog,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is your last geog exam EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7241086795405881576?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7241086795405881576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7241086795405881576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7241086795405881576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7241086795405881576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-im-super-scared-about-geog-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7848513901014280428</id><published>2008-10-04T23:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:09:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what I type pretty fast, don't I! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;98 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and hey &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;[hey! listen uppppp.]&lt;/span&gt; I tried again and again and here's my best result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;169 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELL ME I'M PRO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay if you think that's sooo unbelievably fantastic how about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;2379 words &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome mannnz I must be inhuman!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/" style="display: block; 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width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #FF0033; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Comic Sans MS, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;4321 apples&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was gonna change it to 'I eat' but it was already preset as 'type' so oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;mua ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 32px;"&gt;9987 swearwords &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingerscom/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;BEAT THAT &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In case you haven't realised, all that was fake.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;here's my real result. Whether you want to believe if this real after all that I've done, that's up to you, but i'm TELLING you it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;78 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/"&gt;Speedtest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i've one essay left to study for geog :], but i haven't started on lit or history :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7848513901014280428?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7848513901014280428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7848513901014280428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7848513901014280428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7848513901014280428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-guess-what-i-type-pretty-fast-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-1814348708212508371</id><published>2008-10-03T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:13:17.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two amusing things teachers said today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr mizar:&lt;/strong&gt; [before giving out the chromatography test reports on mr ho's behalf] "due to some extra-terrestrial cosmic balance, I've exchanged bodies with Mr Ho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. aiyo christabel and I saw mrs koh along the corridor and christabel had to go and GREET her. And in response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs koh&lt;/strong&gt;: [glancing down at the stack of PE scripts she was delivering to the staffroom] "Aye girls, how was the English test, what is the most popular topic?"&lt;br /&gt;us: "Youth and technology"&lt;br /&gt;mrs koh: "Internet, right? Just now I was invigilating, I saw a lot of girls write, the internet is &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;. I think &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; is not a very uh good word, right! I mean &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; doesn't mean anything. Words like &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt;......."&lt;br /&gt;us: "yeah they're not very specific" (righttt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ahh i can't exactly remember what she said so some lines were probably made up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we know the last thing we should write in our essay is"The one-child policy is a &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; means of curbing population increase." mrs koh will keeel us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been uber unproductive today :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-1814348708212508371?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/1814348708212508371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=1814348708212508371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1814348708212508371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/1814348708212508371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-amusing-things-teachers-said-today.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-7915709598488946090</id><published>2008-10-03T14:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:11:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAs D;</title><content type='html'>haha okay yay!&lt;br /&gt;the two awefully dreaded and dreadfully awful papers over.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they went well though.&lt;br /&gt;zuo wen-4&lt;br /&gt;persona expo-3.5&lt;br /&gt;(on a scale of 10 for how confident i am about the result :])&lt;br /&gt;chinese i think never put in enough emotions, and it's a qing jing zuo wen summore, dang, anyway what i studied didn't come out, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;then english was rushed and rambly and longwinded and incoherent, most importantly incoherent, because no time mah :/ i think i did my conclusion within 2 minutes and unsurprisingly it didn't make sense lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. I hope I can do better in the following papers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleugh i think i am lazy to mug geog/lit/history.&lt;br /&gt;LAZY&lt;br /&gt;who sayis trip science is mugger, humans is 10X more muggerish, especially geog and history where you simply memorise and regurgitate [pointless].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wish I took lit then :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-7915709598488946090?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/7915709598488946090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=7915709598488946090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7915709598488946090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/7915709598488946090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-okay-yay-two-awefully-dreaded-and.html' title='EYAs D;'/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-2876164285702331627</id><published>2008-10-02T16:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:31:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meddling with a population clock (like those mrs koh showed us during geog, they can make predictions/ trace back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently, on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;May 11, 1994 12:37:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= when I was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5,600,431,657&lt;/span&gt; people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And so the world must have gladly welcomed the 5,600,431,658th. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-2876164285702331627?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/2876164285702331627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=2876164285702331627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2876164285702331627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/2876164285702331627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/hee.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-171091558642006400</id><published>2008-10-02T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:05:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god, so scary la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're currently repainting the exterior of my condo, as in the entire building, so those construction workers can access practically any part of the building's exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now they're currently painting outside my kitchen window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they could very well climb into the house :/)&lt;br /&gt;so unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now I was outside my room, and I could hear random people talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i think i shall lock my room door from now on, don't want some random guy to pop inside o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english PE and chinese essay tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO ):&lt;br /&gt;aren't those the two hardest exams?&lt;br /&gt;but i can't wait to be over and done with them :D :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anything properly under pressure/ exam conditions, especially when you haven't (or rather you can't) prepared anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i won't finish the paper on time :/ last time took what, half an hour to write the introduction alone :/ :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1 day to start of EYAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;8 days to end of EYAs (can't wait :])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-171091558642006400?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/171091558642006400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=171091558642006400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/171091558642006400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/171091558642006400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-god-so-scary-la.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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-5463800111276968916.post-5873767743794683718</id><published>2008-10-01T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:22:08.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sent 32 smses so far today [gulp]&lt;br /&gt;this is bad last time i used to send only 200 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dead for revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality stinks? I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;Call me genuine. Call me authentic. Call me real =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5463800111276968916-5873767743794683718?l=deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/feeds/5873767743794683718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5463800111276968916&amp;postID=5873767743794683718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5873767743794683718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5463800111276968916/posts/default/5873767743794683718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeper-than-you-imagine.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-sent-32-smses-so-far-today-gulp-this.html' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><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>
