<?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-4314167111314937847</id><updated>2011-12-27T12:23:25.833+08:00</updated><category term='Life and Death'/><category term='issues in life'/><category term='plans'/><category term='cross country'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='Exams and Tests'/><category term='debate'/><category term='Major Events'/><title type='text'>denied identity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>455</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-5418822488344062734</id><published>2010-06-24T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:22:50.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new address. a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm feeling ambitious and hence the decision to open up a new 'blog'.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thecolourcyan.tumblr.com. Free to access. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-5418822488344062734?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5418822488344062734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=5418822488344062734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5418822488344062734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5418822488344062734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#5418822488344062734' title='a new address. a new beginning.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7663436342156681991</id><published>2010-06-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:58:39.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you, stop right there.</title><content type='html'>I just realised that you don't have to be a girl to be a bitch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random and sleep-deprived. I've not started with ss revision. Probably starting at 10.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario always repeats itself. I'm sick of it but I can't help but run away every time I see someone I don't really wanna see, or try to avoid by turning my head to the other direction to try to enjoy some non-existent wonderful scenery. Either that or I make a really huge detour within sighting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be human nature. But even normal people don't do it that &lt;i&gt;deliberately.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me about DSA. They think I'm like an ideal candidate for it and I can't blame them for their superficial views. I didn't qualify last time but I've got the credentials now to try.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to do so. Choosing not to. Taking a leap of faith. I'm not sure if my results can secure a good place but I'm sure of one thing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7663436342156681991?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7663436342156681991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7663436342156681991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7663436342156681991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7663436342156681991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7663436342156681991' title='hey you, stop right there.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1373203235520941263</id><published>2010-06-20T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:01:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>隐形的翅膀</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wmdeez.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/durex-fathers-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 428px; height: 600px;" src="http://wmdeez.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/durex-fathers-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day peeps!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redsct.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/digimon_data_squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 656px; height: 740px;" src="http://redsct.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/digimon_data_squad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIGIMON DATA SQUAD! (L)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm like this digimon freak who's still head over heels an anime that only people half my age should be watching. But too bad, yours truly is still really young at heart. Talk about climbing through the new playground at woodlands waterfront and challenging his sister across that labyrinth of ropes and wires.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys like that advertisment. EPIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1373203235520941263?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1373203235520941263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1373203235520941263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1373203235520941263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1373203235520941263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1373203235520941263' title='隐形的翅膀'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3953857809000043581</id><published>2010-06-15T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:51:40.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't change won't you?</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, but I seem to find myself engulfed in chinese love songs, particularly ballads from Fish Leong and Khalil Fong.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished all english, chem and bio! Mwahahahaha! But I'm stuck with truckloads of physics and a mountain of untouched geog. :O&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't start on maths. It was there and will be there. I don't get the feeling of accomplishment after each maths assignment, not when I realised that half of them were left blank. You can't consider it to be finished right?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating my sisters to karate kid. Yeah, awesome elder brother here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Actually, no. I just haven't stood out of the house to go anywhere fun for the past three weeks&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not planning to subsequently. It's a lonely holidays. This ain't a lament, a pity nor regret.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm bored. So I'll just share a very interesting fact with you guys. You'll never see me in a relationship in secondary school. And unlike the rest of all the other guys, I'm not curious about what that feeling is like.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because I already knew, a long time ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing of the serious flooding in orchard. I can't say I like global warming and this climate change. But I do enjoy one thing, staying at home and watching it rain.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change. Ambivalence. I like that there are always new and interesting thing that happen in our lives. But I don't like how some people change, and they don't become the friends you know anymore.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3953857809000043581?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3953857809000043581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3953857809000043581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3953857809000043581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3953857809000043581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3953857809000043581' title='won&apos;t change won&apos;t you?'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7776100410219063419</id><published>2010-06-14T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:01:31.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>败犬女王</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cnwnews.com/uploads/allimg/090107/155509http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=43141671113149378470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.cnwnews.com/uploads/allimg/090107/1555090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;起初是因为阮经天才选择看｛败犬女王｝,可是是杨谨华那么棒的演几才让我把整部戏在网上迫不及待地冲完。 我是看了｛败犬女王｝后才有灵感做华文功课。真可惜做完那篇综合添空后再发现自己的华文程度原来是那么查，那么落后。&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;力不从心。我不知道自己是否能在＇O＇水准考试考出好成绩。由于自己在功课上遇到了许多困难，开始对自己的能力缺乏信心，也好象开始失去了斗志。。。&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但我觉得这中心情不仅我拥有，周围的同学们同样没有好过。。。&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梁静茹，我是你的新的fan！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7776100410219063419?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7776100410219063419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7776100410219063419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7776100410219063419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7776100410219063419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7776100410219063419' title='败犬女王'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4507243429226593912</id><published>2010-06-12T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:50:51.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because this time, i won't let you slip away.</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm currently typing this post on a new laptop bought yesterday at the PC Show. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a glossy black, fingerprint-magnet Toshiba which according to my unseasoned computer eyes, is a dang high-tech machine. Specs include a web cam, intel i5, windows 7 and blah blah. It's gonna be the first time I use a webcam.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, don't look at me with that stunned expression of yours.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if I was anymore IT savvy, I won't be finding myself waiting for an hour outside harvery norman, with no book to read, no one to message, no games to play, hogging that tiny space in front of the laptop and getting scoffed at by passers-by for such a behaviour. All because I didn't know how to recover factory settings for the laptop.  -.-&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got a jet too! But it's not gonna be mine because my kind spirit of consideration triumphed over my greed for materialistic goods. Awww. How shameless.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write depressing thoughts here, as promised.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Can I try talking to you again? And this time and for the other times in the future, we'll chat like we used to, with fervour and happiness.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework situation is dire even after self-imprisonment. :O&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there must be something I must accomplish during the June Hols, then it'll be joining in the league of nice elder brothers and for starters, I'm gonna treat my youngest sister to a karate kid movie.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find. a. goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4507243429226593912?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4507243429226593912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4507243429226593912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4507243429226593912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4507243429226593912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4507243429226593912' title='because this time, i won&apos;t let you slip away.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8622702861344396277</id><published>2010-06-09T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:32:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to grandma's fried chicken wings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A Tribute to Grandma's Fried Chicken Wings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited longingly by the wok, watching you develop a golden brown tan. You were sizzling in medium-grade cooking oil, and basking under the glow of fluorescent kitchen lights. Hot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma was your master alright, and like any good master, she pushed her disciples to their limits as I watch you and your sisters get tossed around unflinchingly with every twist of her spatula. Yet you never complained and endured the pain of having boiling oil seep through every pore of your raw body. Maybe there was the occasional crack and in your unintentional protest, you would splash a few drops of boiling oil out of the wok.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand your pain my dear but it is a pain inevitable ever since you were sealed in a frozen packet a few hundred kilometers away. So was being loaded and unloaded several times and having your flawless skin so cruelly caressed by the rough hands of those burly male loaders.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard on you my dear but soon you will have redemption. Because at that very moment my grandma forged that coat of crispy golden brown on you, I know your redemption has come. With a drop of sweat rolling across her brow, grandma scooped you up with ease and laid you and your sisters on a green dinner plate for your beauty to manifest before my very eyes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just sight but smell too. Your aroma was not just alluring; that would have been an understatement, it was a knockout I'm more than happy to have; even if it means falling flat on a greasy kitchen floor.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in sound, you scream 'Want me' and I'm just too ready to comply. But sorry dear I won't wanna touch you. Not now when you're this hot. It's a compliment.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 'taste me?' You gotta be kidding my dear, what have I done to deserve this? You leave me wallowing in a self-esteem crisis, as I struggle about my worth to even drool at you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantalizing bitch.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then my sister bellowed at the family to gather for dinner but what she didn't know was that I was already waiting, with my plate of fluffy white rice and an array of other dishes surrounding me. But they can't compare to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greetings over the dining table dragged for what seemed a very long time. Yet as impatient as I was, I knew that with every second passed, my unworthy desire for you would increase exponentially. A desire which I could no longer contain within my mortal self when the dining bell finally clamored.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forks and spoons were tools that get in the way. I reached for you with such belligerence that my elders scowled disapprovingly at my dismal table manners. But for you, it was worth it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your texture might be described as coarse but to my discerning touch, your 'coarseness' was simply more of &lt;i&gt;crystalline&lt;/i&gt;. You weren't as hot now as you were then and I could now touch you without scalding myself. I know better; you pitied me and had to lower your stature and temperature so much that it almost bridged the chasm between you and me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer: Viewer's discretion advised on mature themes in subsequent content)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall now perform my duty to you as a lover, even if it is my wishful thinking. For my lust for you is overwhelming me and as much as I wish to slowly take in your charming scents, I find myself nuzzling across your skin, my saliva smearing all over you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, the moment has come and I sunk my fangs into you. The people who claimed that food was as much pleasurable as sex was damn right, for my orgasmic screams which lasted for a good many seconds stunned everyone around me. Pure bliss and heaven. I couldn't differentiate between the two.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very euphoric moment brought about by an influx of endorphins. I could feel every single nerve dancing, each causing a spasmodic contraction which left me intoxicated in this revelry.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on as I continued ripping crispy skin and  off you, my teeth snapping in joy and my salivary glands bloomed as warm oil ooze into them. Literally. Saliva was erupting in geysers and I was helpless to this involuntary action. Instead, I surrendered myself to the climaxes of these physical and worldly joys.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But gradually, the elation ebbed away and I start to feel the ground again before landing on a very heavy thud as my tongue revealed a very bare bone with ends very thoroughly chewed. I'm sorry my love that I'm the end of you but I do hope that you as much fun as me in this consummation, my consumption.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you will forgive me as this heartless lover who ditched his partner in a paper box after he had what he seeked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to grandma's fried chicken wings by jinhu™&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8622702861344396277?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8622702861344396277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8622702861344396277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8622702861344396277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8622702861344396277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8622702861344396277' title='a tribute to grandma&apos;s fried chicken wings.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6037231842132661756</id><published>2010-06-08T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:08:43.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see, too much energy.</title><content type='html'>WHY WON'T YOU DO ANYTHING?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means bother, irritate or annoy, at least it's something. Something compared to being all passive and quiet. You're made of sterner stuff that people don't know yet. :P&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean, too much energy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to the CHAOS team for getting into the finals! Yeah, that means jerome, willy, anees and chin.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, at least you're doing something, even if it's the very minimum of typing a few friends' names for a limited audience to view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6037231842132661756?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6037231842132661756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6037231842132661756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6037231842132661756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6037231842132661756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6037231842132661756' title='see, too much energy.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2653644255961333633</id><published>2010-06-08T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:00:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell is your problem?</title><content type='html'>What the hell is your problem?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, can't you wake up and see that life is more than a series of comparisons.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you get compared a lot yourself too but still.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this wallowing in self-pity when your life isn't half bad. If only you'd constantly channel that energy into doing something constructive, maybe it'd be better without you thinking about it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home is gettin' me a lil' cranky, especially when I start reprimanding myself online. Maybe it's too much pent up energy. I've got to do something, like run. And that's what I did but I'm still restless with energy to spare.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I'll run and maybe swim. No, staying at home does not give me any inspiration to do any homework but we haven't got a choice haven't we? Laboured through some chem before watching 'The day after tomorrow'.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey world, I hope I didn't bother you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why don't you try 'bothering'? Maybe it'll make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2653644255961333633?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2653644255961333633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2653644255961333633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2653644255961333633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2653644255961333633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2653644255961333633' title='what the hell is your problem?'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8488560158633756743</id><published>2010-06-07T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:45:19.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livin' in a dream. not a dream.</title><content type='html'>Livin' in a dream. Not a dream.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference. Right now, I feel as if homework's a figment of imagination and the mess on my table can vapourize if I stare at it hard enough. It's this obsession again. Once I start I can't stop and it wasn't until 6.30p.m. in the evening that I could put down Paths of Glory be Jeffrey Archer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't one of my favourite books but it was interesting to explore the settings of the early 20th century from the eyes of an aspiring mountaineer hoping to be the first man to reach the summit of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chomolungma&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a requisite for me attain my goal. Well, reading in general is, and that's why I was in favour during a family conference of the decision to subscribe a year's copy of Time magazine and reader's digest.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for a change, I'm not going to be so dormant, or stay content with a quiescent mind. www.dictionary.com is going to help me improve my english.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolted from my seat during the english course today. Maybe it was the sudden realisation that my english has been slipping and I really have to do something about it. That along with the eight other subjects.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love avril's costume in her Alice MV but her singing seems to have taken a slide. What can you say when all you hear are screams?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eenie Meenie is quite catchy really. Though I can't come to terms with the fact that Justin Bieber sang it, I could still groove along to it. Easy really, just make yourself believe that it was some girl singing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril, when are you going to release your new album. It has been three years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8488560158633756743?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8488560158633756743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8488560158633756743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8488560158633756743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8488560158633756743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8488560158633756743' title='livin&apos; in a dream. not a dream.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7210693202018428150</id><published>2010-06-06T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T15:20:10.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of random photos and privacy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAtIHCCm8cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2uELUiMm-L4/s1600/IMG_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAtIHCCm8cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2uELUiMm-L4/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479552657270436290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my youngest sister with a red panda mascot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to jio her, you have to get past me first. I know she's pretty, everyone says so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just our bloodline. JKJK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what's with the world and the lack of privacy? Why are people so damn open nowadays? I wonder what happen to the long gone days of respecting privacy where people actually like to keep things private. Maybe it still exists. I still see people deleting certain messages before lending me their phones, or keying in 8-digit passcodes for access to their music files. Either that or they're just paranoid and don't trust me with their phones. I'd like to think that it was the former.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking but I'm not really sure. Is there a conflict of interest in privacy and trust or are the both complementary?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps someone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; in philosophy would answer this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone replied, it would mean that the person has the notion and the belief that they're truly good in philosophy. But whether the person really is good remains to be seen.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: These are just some casual thoughts cooked up from a restless mind trapped in the lull of quiet Sunday afternoons.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, don't bother inferring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7210693202018428150?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7210693202018428150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7210693202018428150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7210693202018428150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7210693202018428150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7210693202018428150' title='of random photos and privacy.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAtIHCCm8cI/AAAAAAAAAgE/2uELUiMm-L4/s72-c/IMG_1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4704540742794450780</id><published>2010-06-05T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T17:30:58.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday afternoon lessons.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to say much. First, I was literally wasting away during Mr K's lesson. Not his fault, Just the tiny space and aching bones. Not to mention the hot and the cold.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what he said was right; that cheem words and varied sentence structure can excite the O level marker, then I have one goal in mind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the O level marker to experience an orgasm while reading my compo.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that's the goal I'm working towards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4704540742794450780?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4704540742794450780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4704540742794450780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4704540742794450780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4704540742794450780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4704540742794450780' title='saturday afternoon lessons.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8481395895483207019</id><published>2010-06-04T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:09:38.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Anderson Choir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAkQx_KtncI/AAAAAAAAAf8/tGclz2m3vAQ/s1600/DSC05420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAkQx_KtncI/AAAAAAAAAf8/tGclz2m3vAQ/s320/DSC05420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478928872628919746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITALY. This post is dedicated to Anderson Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it has been one hell of a party. It mattered not the actual sequence of events or the food. Because I have only fond memories of playing and having fun. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how a charade of me became that of someone scolding and scowling at the choir. :P True maybe but the parody was somewhat mocking. Yet ultimately comical. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had company the whole time. Be it adelynn and yewrong whom I strolled with around the familiar confines of Northoaks condominium or being thrown balloons by the guys. Or having various bodily parts lasered at. :O Speaking of which, I'm fond of the laser. Gosh, that's one powerful laser.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have a popsicle. I have a magnum.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chuckles*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was handover. Finally passed down the reins to bryan. Gave him a card and a personalised mug. It was celebrated with a handshake, hug and photo session.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for mundane details but I'd like to frame this moment in my life for a long time. Accomplished and full of pride. That's how it was like. A tableau I'd really won't wanna forget.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the piglet bryan though I don't really know it's significance. You were trying to convey it to me but the cheers were too loud, I couldn't hear. :P&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the tiny teddy bear yuxiang! It was kinda unexpected but really much appreciated. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for the tiny card of heartfelt words from jesslynn! It is a lot coming from you. :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a keychain puzzle as my angel and mortal gift. Thanks winnie but I doubt I'll be playing it soon. And aruna got my kinder bueno! She finds it a coincidence that we were in the same group for Italy, the party games and I eventually ended up as her angel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? :P&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe this feeling in mere words. It's around the lines of weary and awesome, with the whip of euphoria.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I'm more clear-headed and have no lessons on a saturday morning, I'll be able to describe this better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'm bushed and as a comfort tonight,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll have sweet dreams.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and farewell, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8481395895483207019?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8481395895483207019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8481395895483207019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8481395895483207019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8481395895483207019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8481395895483207019' title='Farewell, Anderson Choir.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/TAkQx_KtncI/AAAAAAAAAf8/tGclz2m3vAQ/s72-c/DSC05420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3806678444891063564</id><published>2010-06-03T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:57:19.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i'm being a criminal, convict me!</title><content type='html'>Some random notes:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell party is tomorrow. I've gotten a gift.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Yet I've got apprehension about enjoying myself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love naps. But I hope that does not entail my sister turning on the fluorescent bright lights and pulling my blanket and shrieking next to my ear. Gosh, little sisters. They can't wait just because I was skippin' a little dinner. &gt;)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN DEVIL RUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3806678444891063564?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3806678444891063564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3806678444891063564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3806678444891063564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3806678444891063564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3806678444891063564' title='so i&apos;m being a criminal, convict me!'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7137909629162688099</id><published>2010-06-02T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:33:56.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with sand. *</title><content type='html'>Playing with sand because nothing written there will ever be permanent.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can curse and etch the words with force and grief. But no matter how deep the words are, they will always be erased by the winds of time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels like a really good idea to work on. Maybe if I'm free I'll work on this idea and you readers might get a full-blown story.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance might have changed but the crux remains the same. You can't deceive yourself; how you seem to walk around in circles and always end up where you were, never progressing. Never going forward. Just stuck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to break free from this vicious cycle; be it dressing a little wilder, talking with more sarcasm or just trying out new experiences. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that you'll just be in denial. The problem that was there will be there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that the ones that have truly lost everything are the most dangerous. Just think about what you can do if you already have nothing to lose. You can't sink deeper in the abyss because you have already reached its limit. And it's precisely because of this, you are granted infinite freedom. With the only constraints being your body and passing phase of time, your mind dwelves into the seemingly unthinkable and you epitomise an idea. An idea though awe-striking but equally terrifying. You are IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good writing these. And I tempt myself with forsaking inhibitations socially because I can't help but feel that I'm already at the bottom of my abyss in certain aspects.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can choose to do something crazy. But coupled with yours truly conservative ideals, this might seem only a little out of the norm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7137909629162688099?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7137909629162688099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7137909629162688099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7137909629162688099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7137909629162688099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7137909629162688099' title='playing with sand. *'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-9061984053658785014</id><published>2010-06-01T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:14:54.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will get used to this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pathetic&lt;/span&gt; really. I spend my computer time either playing maple, clicking between my profile and the homepage of facebook, listening to VGM(video game music).&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not proud of it. But it's been this since then. No turning back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farewell party is on friday. I can't say I'm looking forward after all that I've been through but I'll definitely be there to support the juniors. This reminds me of what it was like a year ago when we hosted our thanksgiving party. Back then when everything seemed better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got to convince myself that it's not bad now. Yes, more homework, more screwed results, less trips to the cinema or to one another's house, less fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what, I think I've changed alot since last year. It's amazing how much have happened in the past year. I won't use matured or grown since I'm not sure if this change is actually for the better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the future, I hope it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-9061984053658785014?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/9061984053658785014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=9061984053658785014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/9061984053658785014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/9061984053658785014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#9061984053658785014' title='i will get used to this.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1045463033264680715</id><published>2010-06-01T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:57:04.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh start maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/944/944084/avatar-the-last-airbender-20090112015909613_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 480px;" src="http://tvmedia.ign.com/tv/image/article/944/944084/avatar-the-last-airbender-20090112015909613_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I've been spending my time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels weird to be back on blogger because I've been so used to wordpress. No harm done.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a lot to say but now I'm speechless. Maybe some other time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1045463033264680715?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1045463033264680715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1045463033264680715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1045463033264680715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1045463033264680715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1045463033264680715' title='fresh start maybe?'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6232487411678708263</id><published>2009-12-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:54:12.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been an avalanche after another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SxfQoLPIMvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UAj0FJ_ShNU/s1600-h/IMG_5907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SxfQoLPIMvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UAj0FJ_ShNU/s320/IMG_5907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411022865938526962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Choir&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so many things have happened. I guess I only have the interest to type the events that happened and not the event itself. Lazy me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong 15 nov - 20 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess's house 21 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Grandma b'day 22 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir camp 23 nov - 24 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJAB flag day 25 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir workshop 26 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anderson Open House 28 nov&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't think of anything else I did. The void from 28 nov - 3 dec was probably a void in itself. Because I laid myself to waste and keep reading the series from the Sword of Truth. But it's just so damn good. Only done with three out of the eleven books. I don't need to do homework anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* (wonders where he gets the strength to go on anymore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just now that I can't feel my drive come back again. I need you drive, when are you coming back?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cappella, even when not a stranger, can be nerve wracking. Let alone being exposed to a new part. It becomes a nightmare. Maybe that's why it's better to have some musical background. What was I thinking when I thought I could try out the VP part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6232487411678708263?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6232487411678708263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6232487411678708263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6232487411678708263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6232487411678708263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6232487411678708263' title='it&apos;s been an avalanche after another.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SxfQoLPIMvI/AAAAAAAAAf0/UAj0FJ_ShNU/s72-c/IMG_5907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1730956549034172077</id><published>2009-11-12T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:28:21.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of chinese, finally.</title><content type='html'>Enough of Chinese, finally.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's PARTY!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong in 3 days' time! (: (though that means I have to sacrifice alot)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave my dysfunctional social life more dysfunctional than it already has been. And take a not-very-well-timed break while the a cappella and choir people slog in Singapore. Not to mention leave my homework untouched as it is still.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's HONG KONG. Will be back after two and a half years. And this is the first time since more than a decade ago that we'll be going back year end. And this means temperatures of 15 degrees, pleasant winds and sun. &lt;a href="http://www.hko.gov.hk/wxinfo/climat/climahk.htm"&gt;click here for more details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't like the main reason for the trip there this time. Oh well, there's not much that could have been done anyway. Except for siphoning cartons of ice lemon tea back home. That's one. Another is make sure that the day at Ocean Park will one of my craziest yet. Yeah, in a place where no one can see all the stuff that I won't usually do. :p (though I'm sure ACDC knows almost eveything by now)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS ALL DRY SWIM ONE DAY AT MY HOUSE OR SOMETHING. *winks*&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have one hell of a revelry.  Boy, am I looking forward! But before that, there's 3/1 chalet that starts tomorrow. WOW. Movies, late nights and crazy fun. Ok, I'm crazy even before the chalet starts. Even though I can't stay over for the first night cause I haven't finished the packing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I LOVE LIFE AFTER O LEVELS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1730956549034172077?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1730956549034172077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1730956549034172077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1730956549034172077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1730956549034172077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1730956549034172077' title='enough of chinese, finally.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6342915000284998256</id><published>2009-11-08T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:26:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>后天</title><content type='html'>我不知道是因为过度紧张或别的因素，但是突然想用华语来写下我的情绪。&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后天。只剩了大概40个小时，我就必须参与＇O＇水准会考。我真想问的是，我起初为什么选择读高级华文。是不是不想再被别人歧视或觉得自己能够应付？到现在连自己也不清楚。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但这还重要吗？重要的应该是可不可以考出好成绩。虽然心里想考到A1，但脑子却时时刻刻提醒我要实际一点。我知道在口试方面没有好好争取分数，甚至讲得非常差是过去的事了。回忆起那件事时，不禁为此感到汗颜。虽然如此，但在最近的假会考得到些使我满意的分数。不知道能不能够在重复历史，像假会考一样，但是这次要靠出更优秀的成绩！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我需要把过去的事忘了。不要让它不断地影响我的情绪。现在时间剩不多了，我应该去争取时间，做出足够的准备。这次的会考不能再留下多一个遗憾。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;必胜！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6342915000284998256?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6342915000284998256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6342915000284998256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6342915000284998256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6342915000284998256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6342915000284998256' title='后天'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6066621091019407528</id><published>2009-11-02T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:30:44.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this love has taken its toll on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This love has taken its toll on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween post was taken down because I was lazy to edit the report card.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being hyper. Or sad. Because I can't think properly in those emotional states. I rather remain a poker face, or rather feeling more like one so that I can think properly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cappella auditions today. I screwed it up and most probably biaojin will be taking over the tenor post. Conductor. You couldn't expect less. And the teachers were speculating about the VP (vocal percussionist).&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I can't beatbox. Not that I'm not willing to learn. I don't mind learning anything after 11th november 2009, all the way to 1st January 2010. And beatboxing sounds cool.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But chinese oh chinese, you make me so stressed out.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just try my best and we shall see how it turns out okay?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at least I won't have any regrets.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that I've worked (and will work) hard for the two weeks.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I should feel now? Nervous, excited, thrilled, worried?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'm just tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6066621091019407528?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6066621091019407528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6066621091019407528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6066621091019407528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6066621091019407528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6066621091019407528' title='this love has taken its toll on me.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3392632343946823073</id><published>2009-10-28T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:43:05.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be yourself day 2009</title><content type='html'>I just completed the choir camp itinerary 2nd edition. Phew. At least in the midst of slacking I manage to get some work done. :S Because apart from those compulsory chinese study sessions, I haven't been focusing on Chinese at all. Come home then play and slack and occasionally catch drama serials with my sister. Even when my mum and mdm chan are saying the same things.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese 'O' levels. I may be the first ever person to screw up the oral so badly, you could cringe at my pronunciation of it. ): And I'm afraid not getting a distinction for oral will mean that i confirm cannot get A1 for the whole thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I waited for 15 mins after class today, but to no avail. Oh well, I'll still try hard. Just not at this very moment and the past three days. And will not be taking part in the movie marathon. It'll be suicidal to my chinese studying plans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But express chinese has been alright. And for the first time in my secondary school life, I'm getting A for compo, letter writing and even paper 2! (: That was my results for prelims anyway. Talk about that glimmer of hope. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report book back tomorrow. That's for tomorrow's post. For now, it's about arts fest and be yourself day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore this outstanding sesame street tie which made many heads spin and turn and smile. And even strangers commented on the tie. Haha, talk about an attention seeking tie. Chinese lessons - Restless. Couldn't help but look out of the window every 5 minutes and thinking about the 珊瑚海 duet I sang with beiying. Haha! Did that out of impulse and didn't really care about what others thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment, I thought I embodied the spirit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supported Don't Forget the Lyrics organised by sec 2s! Hehe. Then even called me upstage with jess to give out prize and sing. LOL, made me feel like some VIP. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;We are drifting apart. Or maybe it's over-sensitivity on my part. But you can't hide the fact that when we meet, you guys are talking about things I have no clue about and have no wish to tell me about. And then it becomes 3+1 instead of 4 or even 5. And in the case of 5, it becomes a 3+2. I'm not doing math here but anyone can do the counting. Will there be a tectonic shift in the times to come? Not sure.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there's anyone to blame for this, it should be me and that's why I should probably stop ranting here. Because this weren't your fault, it's mine.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3392632343946823073?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3392632343946823073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3392632343946823073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3392632343946823073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3392632343946823073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3392632343946823073' title='be yourself day 2009'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6035332516052439971</id><published>2009-10-24T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:42:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>楓</title><content type='html'>It's supposed to be autmn in the the northern hemisphere now. Hence,&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;楓.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means maple leaves. And it happens to be an awesome song from Jay Chou. KBOX on monday has given me a new passion, pursuing good chinese songs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timely isn't it? Hope that can supplement my 3 hour chinese revision today. It's little but at least there's something. And it's only 16 more days to 10 Nov!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. But there's 3/1 chalet and hongkong a few days after 10 Nov. Looking forward. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been 'introverted' recently. To the point where my image of a quiet and reclusive guy has taken one step further to include being socially withdrawn. Yeah, people are starting to think that I'm suffering from some form of depression. I don't think that's the case but then again, one can never be too sure so I won't rule out that possibility.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, they have a basis for their assumption. I was, according to gladwin, obsessed with &lt;/span&gt;命中注定我愛你 and that happened to be the only topic of conversation so people start to shun me. Even now, the topic of conversation happens to be this. No wonder you guys don't tag.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really a rationale behind it after all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this was considered introvert,Then I have no idea what's going to happen to me once I start reading Hilary Mantel's An experiment of love and Learning to walk as well as Simon Mawner's The Fall. Not to mention rejecting almost every single invitation of going out because I happen to want to stay at home everytime people invite me for an outing or so. Especially when it comes to buying new clothes for Be Yourself Day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact remains that I'm not rich (at least for now) and not fashion savvy.  And according to even more people, too socially and emotionally withdrawn to buy clothes.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick with the facts. At least by not having any plans to go out and buy new clothes for Be Yourself Day (currently at 2340, 24/10/09, +8 GMT) , I'm practising what I preach by saving up money for the Italy trip.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fact remains: I still want to buy a hat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6035332516052439971?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6035332516052439971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6035332516052439971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6035332516052439971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6035332516052439971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6035332516052439971' title='楓'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3598161135263070744</id><published>2009-10-21T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:15:51.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>por una cabeza</title><content type='html'>Por Una Cabeza is my favourite classical piece to date. Especially when it's instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;And the Seal Lullaby happens to be my favorite choral piece. Really hope to be able to sing that one day. The one by eric whitacre.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so sophisticated when I'm not. Especially when you know that yours truly didn't use facebook for six days so that I can finish up the 24-episode 命中注定我愛你.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because once term starts, I won't have anymore time to indulge in such delicious drama. No doubt an idol drama but the best I've ever watched so far. Well, it happened to be my first.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be exact, school started today and we went to LTA. Lol. Perhaps it was one of the last school trips in anderson that i'll ever be going. And one that sounded like an excerpt from the social studies textbook when it comes to managing traffic flow. No, I think it sounds more class.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to face the music.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After only a break of 6 days.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy Relief.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KBOX&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/2 BBQ&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wingsang's house&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris Park&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchard Cineleisure&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura International Buffet&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Chong Comfort Home&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some things I've went for to occupy time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Por Una Cabeza is the song played when the two lead chacters in 命中注定我愛你 were dancing a tango.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3598161135263070744?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3598161135263070744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3598161135263070744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3598161135263070744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3598161135263070744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3598161135263070744' title='por una cabeza'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6929547190144351036</id><published>2009-10-07T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:56:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried about chinese. :X</title><content type='html'>I'm in a state of extreme anxiety and panic. All from worrying about failing chinese.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it has become very possible. After 离题ing for my compo and screwing up paper 2 altogether. One word:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to drop higher chinese! Not after slogging for three years for it. Not when my minus two points is barely a year away. Not now when I'm finally determined to do well.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other subjects were ok so far.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, you make me worry too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6929547190144351036?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6929547190144351036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6929547190144351036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6929547190144351036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6929547190144351036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6929547190144351036' title='worried about chinese. :X'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3230073769226518494</id><published>2009-09-28T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:10:31.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost again, in the heat of the moment.</title><content type='html'>You're the sky that I fell through&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the view&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm holding you&lt;br /&gt;The sun hung from a string&lt;br /&gt;Looking down on the world as it warms over everything&lt;br /&gt;Chills run down my spine&lt;br /&gt;As our fingers entwine&lt;br /&gt;And your sighs harmonize with mine&lt;br /&gt;Unmistakably&lt;br /&gt;I can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me&lt;br /&gt;We got older and I should've known (Do you feel alive?)&lt;br /&gt;That I'd feel colder when I walk alone (Oh, but you'll survive)&lt;br /&gt;So I may as well ditch my dismay&lt;br /&gt;Bombs away, bombs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle me and the needle moves gracefully&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was a compass you'd be north&lt;br /&gt;Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was a house you'd be home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me smile because you said it best&lt;br /&gt;I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west&lt;br /&gt;Flower balm perfume, all my clothes smell like you&lt;br /&gt;Cause your favorite shade is navy blue&lt;br /&gt;I walk slowly when I'm on my own (Do you feel alive?)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but frankly I still feel alone (Oh, but you'll survive)&lt;br /&gt;So I may as well ditch my dismay&lt;br /&gt;Bombs away, bombs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circle me and the needle moves gracefully&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was a compass you'd be north&lt;br /&gt;Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;If my heart was a house you'd be home&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my latest favourite from owl city. Cool, three songs have made it on the list: the saltwater room, vanilla twilight and now this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's pretty screwed up now. Getting dragged into a event which made me wake up at 6 after sleeping at 1.30 in the morning. Well, my parents expected me to go midnight shopping with them and signed me up for some brisk walking event which I was more than happy not to go. No choice. So sleep deprived when I went home. My sister was this spoilt radio. She can't shut up and keep screaming when I was taking my nap. -.- And the times where she keep playing the tune of red river valley until it gets on everyone's nerves except hers.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something got me onto an emotional turmoil. Like arghhhhhhhh. of all times, now. why, this stupid talk which makes me feel like an idiot. Right now, when i need to study and when my grades seem more crapped up than usual.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm deteriorating for english again. Same cycle last year. O:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I doubt my own sanity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, it's still ok.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3230073769226518494?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3230073769226518494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3230073769226518494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3230073769226518494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3230073769226518494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3230073769226518494' title='lost again, in the heat of the moment.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-890970806361327659</id><published>2009-09-26T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:28:29.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my daze, i dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sr2wmhx2IwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/IZMT5ht1US8/s1600-h/2631_70664188672_551603672_1581931_898405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sr2wmhx2IwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/IZMT5ht1US8/s320/2631_70664188672_551603672_1581931_898405_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385654905353937666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo is pretty cool isn't it?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week before SA2 was some hectic rush of some sort. For everyone except this slacker typing this post. Suddenly, notes are being drafted and large reserves of free time are allocated to studying/revising/mugging. Feeling the heat (literally, the weather's really hot today) from all the pressure. As if SA1 wasn't junky enough, I don't have to screw up SA2.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go hongkong ever since I left more than 2 years ago. But not for the wrong reasons. It was not going, going then finally not going. Because there weren't anymore return tickets. So even if I could go, I can't come back. And get to skip the whole of SA2. O:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosted mid-autumn with aruna. LOL. I still need to use a script. Yeah lah, not as pro as aruna lar. LOL. Anyway, had a great time though I keep having the impression that I was being exploited, like those child labourers from third world countries.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, need to study liao. otherwise wan dan le. And as SA2 comes, one can't help but feel that time passes a little too quickly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one year ago, we were all wearing shorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-890970806361327659?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/890970806361327659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=890970806361327659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/890970806361327659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/890970806361327659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#890970806361327659' title='in my daze, i dream.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sr2wmhx2IwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/IZMT5ht1US8/s72-c/2631_70664188672_551603672_1581931_898405_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2880221321581294059</id><published>2009-09-22T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:15:11.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tangled up jellyfish, suicidal.</title><content type='html'>Hey kids, the hari raya break is over. And school started today. Well, again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today except for the writing unsw. oh well, a screw up is a screw up. there's always next year. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invest was ok i suppose. it's fascinating why they have such an elaborate ceremony for the council. and what we watched was only the dry run. and it dragged so long.~~~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to say. either that or i don't know what i can say. maybe i'll just lock up this whole blog. i've got to do it. or risk getting distracted.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead beat, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2880221321581294059?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2880221321581294059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2880221321581294059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2880221321581294059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2880221321581294059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2880221321581294059' title='a tangled up jellyfish, suicidal.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1768649463039785231</id><published>2009-09-20T13:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:04:48.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20092009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SrXGnKgnYKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6Ql7T8wVljE/s1600-h/7828_145021225368_728680368_2609371_1967593_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SrXGnKgnYKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6Ql7T8wVljE/s320/7828_145021225368_728680368_2609371_1967593_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383427305729646754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remebered flag day. This is the first photo in (inserts time) since blogger screwed up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like today's date. In fact, I'm only blogging because the date looks cool.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, blogger's finally not screwed. Long time coming eh. I suppose school's been alright. CCA stopped on monday and I get to go home early for the rest of the days because there were no afternoon lessons. Not that I did since taking one hour lunches and one hour walks are becoming the habits of choice nowadays.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework is manageable. It's revision that isn't. Watching movies online is a huge of time says a recalcitrant guy who does it every friday night/saturday morning. Slept at 2 and got called out of bed 6 hours later.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can cope with sleep deprivation better now than 365 days ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"365 days ago, the sky was sunnier. 365 days ago has since passed. 365 days too fast."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed like yesterday. In less than 2 months time, I'm gonna sit for a national exam and I'm still wasting time. Heard from somewhere that time is our most valuable currency. You've gotta admit that it's true.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indie rock bands sound cool. Thinks of the hush sound and owl city. The Saltwater Room is one of the best song I've heard in months. Sad but true, all the mainstream pop acts are starting to sound the same. Maybe the tune is catchy enough but I can't help but wonder why I could only remember a jumble up of tunes and not the song. Everything's starting to sound the same.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to country story. LOL. facebook games. Can't live with them, can't live without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1768649463039785231?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1768649463039785231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1768649463039785231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1768649463039785231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1768649463039785231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1768649463039785231' title='20092009'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SrXGnKgnYKI/AAAAAAAAAe0/6Ql7T8wVljE/s72-c/7828_145021225368_728680368_2609371_1967593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2308644563551734660</id><published>2009-09-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:05:00.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because the sky's only starting to grey.</title><content type='html'>Yo! It's first day of term 4. Time does fly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels natural to slowly slip back into the rhythmn of school life and strike the conversations heard barely a week ago. Even the lessons were famaliar. The way the teachers talk and the musty smell in the classroom filled with 47 pupils. I feel at ease in my surroundings for a moment because it's some place which I am famaliar with.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my head alot during the weekends. There's more to life than I thought there was and maybe I shouldn't pay too much focus, dreams and hopes into a particular domain. Sure, it may be important. But don't store all your eggs into one basket. It's gonna be a heartbreaker if that basket ever got run over a 20 tonne truck.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was O: today. Tenors didn't do ok and I felt as if I got screwed myself. Yeah because I'm a tenor myself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird to mug. Even though I last mugged barely 3 weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2308644563551734660?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2308644563551734660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2308644563551734660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2308644563551734660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2308644563551734660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2308644563551734660' title='because the sky&apos;s only starting to grey.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4693974953080794311</id><published>2009-09-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:24:13.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flag day 12/9/09</title><content type='html'>Would you like to donate to yong en care centre?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first flag day. And in a bid to liven up the holiday mood and get cip hours, I signed up for it. No regrets.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, perhaps except when I contracted this sudden muscle cramp on my left calf outside dhoby gaut mrt station and sank my knees onto the 32 degrees hot pathway. And it was just in front of the traffic lights for all to see. So laokui. But if any of them thought it was pitiful, it never appeared on their faces.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们都在偷笑我那狼狈的样子。 就在那瞬间，我觉得非常尴尬， 恨不得立刻藏起来。&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, begging for sympathy. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, in the pursuit for donations, I can't help but wonder if I were a pest or a beggar, shamelessly approaching the public for change. But on hindsight, maybe not. The purpose of flag day is to after all raise funds for charity organisations. Still, with that dark blue bag, embedded with an A4 sized logo of yong en care centre, it seems that people are steering clear at a distance of 5m radius away.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardly surprising, but it nonetheless reflects alot in society.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation 2: Girls have it easier than guys to ask for donations and succeed. I don't know if there's some sort of subconscious compass in the general public who prefer having their donations stored in the blue bag of a girl but it seems like it. Just like how this guy in toa payoh rejected gladwin despite him asking first but went straight to slot his money into mz's bag.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observation 3: Toa Payoh seems to have more willing donors than in Orchard Road. But those in Orchard Road tend to donate in higher denominations.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was fun hanging out with xianlong, kuanting, gladwin, mingzhen and siewmun. Took photos but was unaware that other photos of us were taken off until mz pointed at the mrt camera pointed at us.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day yesterday anyway. It's supposed to be work day today. And it was when I cleared my geog, chem and bio file 2 hours ago. And realised that I might not have completed all the homework i claimed to finish, only homework which I thought I had. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4693974953080794311?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4693974953080794311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4693974953080794311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4693974953080794311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4693974953080794311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4693974953080794311' title='flag day 12/9/09'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3890325932592292199</id><published>2009-09-10T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:35:33.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurricane katrina paid a visit to my room.</title><content type='html'>My room just got blown by a hurricane. Actually not just, the mess has been accumalating since the start of term 3.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the aftermath of a natural disaster, my room left every mark. From the debris of books on the desk to the carpet of messy papers on the floor. Death: Popular card cause I can't find it. ): The Rescued: Chemistry worksheet which i accidentally left on the garang guni in tray! :s Urgency of clear up: Urgent! Mother nagging leads to undesirable consequences. Term 4 is going to make the room end up looking more likea mass prison than a room suitable for urban subsistence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measures taken: sorted out five subject files. supposed to be doing chemistry now. But am filing this report currently.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to earth. Homework is situation is in the green. (: I completed all except SS. Revision is not under control. I've barely read one chapter of any subject. Instead, I indulge in 8 movies and a thriller called Unforgotten by Clare Francis. The book's actually ok. but i find myself too impatient to actually want to read the book in a leisurely pace. oh well, after reading revolutionary road, expectations are sky high. Hmmm, should find more books by richard yates.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a hard time remembering the exact 8 movies which I watched. Which I now know is a huge waste of time. Haix.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of watching movies when you forget them a few days later? What's more is that these movies took up like 20 hours of my time! But if you actually compare this to the 10 hours a mapler would spend each holiday for a minimum of five days, it's actually moderate. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's if I start comparing to me in sec 2 dec hols. It probably won't be fair. Like how some people have intersting holiday activities to preoccupy them while I rot at home for two days in front of the computer screen. Staying at home doesn't sound so great and relaxing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3890325932592292199?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3890325932592292199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3890325932592292199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3890325932592292199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3890325932592292199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3890325932592292199' title='hurricane katrina paid a visit to my room.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-133788672258154920</id><published>2009-09-07T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:23:38.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no rain. no shine. no snow.</title><content type='html'>I realised that girls blog more often and that there are more girls in the blogosphere. (if there's such a word) Not that it's something we should be worrying about. Blogging after all is a form of self expression and I guess girls tend to be the ones who express themselves more. Either that or they have nothing else to do. I don't know. Half the times I blog is because I have nothing else to do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of watching movies. I think I've watched something like 5 movies the past few days. And I'm running out of movies to watch. Maybe that's the reason I've been dying to go to a cinema. All the new movies are there now. Not in this computer. There's been no rain, no shine and no snow. It's been neither gloomy nor bright but rather a hollow emptiness, with a little breeze now and then but that's all there is to it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was alright. Comm meetings are my favourite because it's been rather amusing too during the past few meetings. Like planning camps and throwing suggestions onto the board. It's fun and provoking. And ms lim thrown out all my dirty linen today, like my ignorant sec 1 days when I got all the tenors scolded in sebana cove because I couldn't sing in tune. That's no secret and I don't mind people talking about it because it's the past. Maybe I can cook up some sort of interesting story from this little piece of fact. But that itself is a whole different story.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebana cove was fun but it was a reminder of the past too. Scoop a spade of sand and gently bury it. Move on, the future's ahead, not behind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is too heavy already. Lighten, lighten. Too much reflective materials already. Think of casual, nondescript daily events.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like what? like staying up to 1 or 2 every night. That's a first and that's cool. And it makes me yawn often too. There's a reason for everything. Just like the bland, bitter and sour ice lemon tea. I added 7 spoons of sugar into 500ml of water. And it's still not sweet enough. But it's got that healthy, close-to-nature fragrance. Until I decided to dilute the whole concotion by adding 300ml more water. Haha! It still taste good though!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes to people:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article that gladwin and angeline were referring to was on perceptions. And if you thought sick, that's just another perception. I was talking about my pillo. What were you thinking? xP&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mingzhen: jaded means worn out or wearied.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-133788672258154920?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/133788672258154920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=133788672258154920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/133788672258154920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/133788672258154920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#133788672258154920' title='no rain. no shine. no snow.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-5603241329446621253</id><published>2009-09-06T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:52:05.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd press the delete button.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I wish to forget that incident now. I mean, just like the chem spa, it's causing me a huge amount of emotional stress. DELETE.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then learn from that lesson before i delete everything. Phrase your words carefully and use the correct tone and everything. i was in drama. I should know. how ignorant. -.-&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the flipside, I've completed all my chem and bio homework! Yay! Maybe i should do a lil maths and physics later.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe. I'll forget all about that incident. never again. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-5603241329446621253?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5603241329446621253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=5603241329446621253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5603241329446621253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5603241329446621253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#5603241329446621253' title='i&apos;d press the delete button.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1705014256831349570</id><published>2009-09-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:11:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for the empty train.</title><content type='html'>Heyyo! I almost blacked out halfway while typing the last post. Gosh, was yesterday exhuasting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was such crazy fun. Quite crazy, quite out of control and deliriously happy. Like how tycoons were typhoons and how beiying's park lane hotel got struck by a tycoon. ROFL. So it was gladwin, siewmun, beiying and me at mz's house. Yeah, playing like fools on the brink of insanity. I make the house sound like an asylum. Well, it isn't. Well, not yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was freaking happy yesterday. Yeah, and it's been so long. The times of suspicion and fear has been gnawing since the start of term 3. Yes, I have been jaded. I know what to expect from people now. Well, if term 3 has anything to teach me, it is to analyse deeper to get the more solid truth rather than the self-proclaimed superficial statements. Really, you have to dig deeper.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary Road is divine. It's now at the very top of my 'favourite book' list. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin's new hairstyle was LOL. Hahaha, it sorta made my morning cause the afternoon was kinda soured again. I can take disappointments. There's so much of it all over the place already anyway. Ok, enough of emotionally unsettling stuff, I'm not as emotionally unstable as I sound.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the drawback from writing too many narratives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1705014256831349570?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1705014256831349570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1705014256831349570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1705014256831349570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1705014256831349570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1705014256831349570' title='waiting for the empty train.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6467133428906088829</id><published>2009-09-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:59:57.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy teacher's day '09</title><content type='html'>I'll make this a quick one.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY TO ALL TEACHERS OUT THERE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6467133428906088829?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6467133428906088829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6467133428906088829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6467133428906088829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6467133428906088829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6467133428906088829' title='happy teacher&apos;s day &apos;09'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2582964033706116449</id><published>2009-08-29T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:05:40.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it was smoky, so smoky.</title><content type='html'>The sewing machine just caught fire. Wisps of smoke were billowing from the machine that emitted a foul odour. I sat there watching the sewing machine sizzle.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suffocated. But not by the smoke, but instead by the worries I have in my mind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, the sewing machine really did break down and I am bothered by certain issues.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a better person. Really. And I want to get rid of my bad habits, as many possible. Maybe not all. I don't think that's possible. So I'd really appreciate if anyone who knows me well enough can give me constuctive feedback. Then I'll try my best to change.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, looking forward, looking up. We really have to look at the brighter side of life. Cause, life itself has been unfair enough and if we continue to be pessimistic, it's gonna be depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2582964033706116449?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2582964033706116449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2582964033706116449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2582964033706116449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2582964033706116449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2582964033706116449' title='and it was smoky, so smoky.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-436628101170925904</id><published>2009-08-23T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:51:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of marina barrage and cafe cartel.</title><content type='html'>Yes! CA is OVER. How long have we waited and how long have we mugged.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempts to mug chinese went down the drain. LOL. Looks like it's hard to focus after saturday. xP The carnival wasn't what I expected it to be. And there were many many people from anderson going there. Majority from 3/1. (: Toured the whole area with chin, lionel and vicom. Then we went to the top for jumpshots. Fun and tiring. But the highlight was actually dinner.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company 1 walked 25 minutes from marina barrage to the mrt station because we didn't want to wait for the bus. Sang random songs along the way. Don't need to go choir liao at the rate I'm starining my throat. And mslim's coming tomorrow somemore.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Cartel-ed with 19 other people. But since the group was so big, we were sort of broken up. Ended up with xianlong, huixiang, justin, tianning and zhanrong. Played truth or dare. Whacky fun! But our meal was delayed by more than an hour. LOL. And the others had to way. Trained home with huixiang, zhanrong and sarah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was said at Cafe Cartel had better stay there. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-436628101170925904?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/436628101170925904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=436628101170925904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/436628101170925904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/436628101170925904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#436628101170925904' title='of marina barrage and cafe cartel.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8488709430737786907</id><published>2009-08-19T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:25:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不务正业</title><content type='html'>I am 不务正业-ing. Yeah. That's my version of chinglish.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many tests this week. Especially this week. There's chem and bio tmr. Please tell me why I'm not mugging now. I should. I really should.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You're a slacker.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this quick one. I really wanna do well for this term even though it's only like 10%. There's no reason not to do well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8488709430737786907?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8488709430737786907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8488709430737786907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8488709430737786907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8488709430737786907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8488709430737786907' title='不务正业'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-5645929982085822975</id><published>2009-08-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:03:38.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no such thing called privacy,</title><content type='html'>There's no such thing called privacy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunday teams published that last week as its special topic and I realised it for myself during the first period in class today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is alerting that teachers are reading students' blogs. Not new, just some astonishing news after mugging full-time yesterday. To ms yep or any other teachers that are reading this post, salutaions. Welcome, I've nothing to hide. (:&lt;s&gt;apart from the occasion ranting and cold jokes i have in store sometimes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it didn't come as that rude a shock. I'm still slumped on the chair, not sitting upright or anything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a very good day. I got back my summary and walah, 11/20. At least I didn't fail. And I'm proud to say that I didn't fail higher chinese! (: Geog test was alright. Didn't know how to answer the first question but managed to complete the paper.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like posting about choir. It's been one hell of a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-5645929982085822975?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5645929982085822975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=5645929982085822975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5645929982085822975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5645929982085822975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#5645929982085822975' title='there&apos;s no such thing called privacy,'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4500586814698808253</id><published>2009-08-15T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:39:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's intepretation nothing more.</title><content type='html'>I've got a point to make. Viewer's dicretion advised.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked sleeping with her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would be waiting for me every night, resting invitingly. I gravitated towards her and laid my aching body onto the bed before staring at her. Then, I twisted my head to give her a whiff of my scent, burning with longing. Exhausted as I might be, I never failed to plunge my lips to her before the final act. It was so soothing. Then finally, I would rest my head onto her body before snuggling deeper into the confines of the quilt to commit the final act.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her refers to a pillo. What were you thinking of?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was inspired by recent physics lessons, where seemingly innocent intepretations were translated into suggestive innuendos. 3/1's really good at inferring. Infer until laugh. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading friday you know. Look at thursday's post. And it didn't go too well sad to say. I didn't do well for the maths test cause my stomach wasn't feeling too good. Then I got back chinese. Yeah, I failed again. 12/35. epic failure. I don't see why I should continue in my struggle in chinese. maybe it's because of the bonus points and the fact that i've already been hanging in there for 2.5 years. just 1.5years more to go. don't give up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was tgif after that. (: Slacked in class before choir.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leant things that I've never encountered during friday's choir session. Awe-striking!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were auditions. I sang this love and ms chai gave me this -.- face. Lol. Famaliar wad. Hope I make it! And gladwin ang, you are in because you have no competition. HAHA.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the devil wears prada until 3 this morning. First time i slept so late sia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4500586814698808253?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4500586814698808253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4500586814698808253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4500586814698808253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4500586814698808253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4500586814698808253' title='it&apos;s intepretation nothing more.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7595702429107097110</id><published>2009-08-13T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:38:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reciprocation, imminence.</title><content type='html'>I should have expected it. That imminent reciprocation.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;At the way that I've been treating X kinda make me expect when the same treatment will return. X's not stupid I know. It's been so long since we first met, I can't remember. But I can't dispel the demons that still haunt me and accept X. Trapped I supposed, I'm a victim too but sympathy extends way beyond my reach and into X's. And everytime I think about it, I still feel suffocated by the mere thoughts and the nature of such an action. Rejecting X hasn't been the greatest thing I've ever done. I know. Like a bully expecting imminent reciprocation.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test was a disaster despite the effort I put into studying it. ): And I'm not looking forward to tomorrow after thinking about the aftermath of the physics test. With confirm-fail chinese results and another maths test which must be passed, it's hard not to be worried.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7595702429107097110?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7595702429107097110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7595702429107097110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7595702429107097110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7595702429107097110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7595702429107097110' title='the reciprocation, imminence.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1047463896971163825</id><published>2009-08-12T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:36:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why ne is good.</title><content type='html'>Yay! A few good things happened today!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and me got 10 cip hours for our role as ne ambassadors! (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally did ok for english against some odds. Yay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 cip hours was a good deal lol. Consider the 2 to 3 hours of work which we did over a span of time. Maybe even more. So 10 hours really was reasonable. Doesn't matter much now. 10 hours is still quite a lot. So I still need 50 odd hours to complete 100 hours. If you guys have any cip event in stored, please drop by a notice. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my three days of break stoning at home and tidying up my room a little. And watching resident evil. Just after playing zombie infection. It was a temporary fixation on zombies. I have no idea why I'm addicted to all the games that willy sent. Ok, too fun le. Maybe that's the reason why I wasn't online yesterday. Catan was a time drainer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of work and tests to be done. Like chem and maths and physics test tmr. My l1r5 for this term counts on all except maths and chinese. Must get 10 and below!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm bored. Maybe I should do maths now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1047463896971163825?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1047463896971163825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1047463896971163825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1047463896971163825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1047463896971163825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1047463896971163825' title='the reason why ne is good.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6790781088757718268</id><published>2009-08-08T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:55:15.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't give me attitude.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm pissed that my sister kept using my account to login and play comp just because she locked up hers.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't even ask for permission. ~~~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things in my mind that happened the past week: failed e maths test. made announcement on stage. screwed chinese tests very very badly. kept being at the wrong place wrong time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week meant alot to me. It opened my eyes to alot of things that made me ponder on how naive I really had been and how much people can do. As in the kind of things that you really didn't expect them to. And how people like to take others for granted. Damn, just thinking about it makes me wanna hate the whole gang of them who think they are a cut above the rest and show it with those attitudes. The saying is true, a few rotten apples do spoil the whole basket. It's a little sad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not my loss. It's yours. One more person that doesn't think you're the best thing in the whole wide world. I'd rather study chinese. and concentrate on not screwing up physics spa trial after screwing the trial trial.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun! Ok, I really liked the National Day Carnival. It's very enjoyable and there's so much to do. Watch teachers sing, laugh in a haunted hospital, and patronising your own class. It's cool alright. And choir made 100+ during the sales of tidbits. Not bad sia. Considering what we have to work with.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went 3/1 outing@cwp with (not in order): willy, siewmun, dimeng, xianlong, jerome, jingfang, huixiang, kuanting, wingsang, joyce and waisiong. Ate at seoul garden and watched up later. Up was good. Up was very good. Nice show, recommended. Then went library with huixiang before going home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a grand total of $30 approx. God knows how broke I am.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I didn't step out of the house today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6790781088757718268?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6790781088757718268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6790781088757718268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6790781088757718268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6790781088757718268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6790781088757718268' title='don&apos;t give me attitude.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4397495077764323568</id><published>2009-08-01T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:53:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this saturday. so calm so boring.</title><content type='html'>Today was really peaceful. My sisters were out and the house was empty, save me and my maid.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the chance to clear my bio homework and did a little reading up on chem. And i still felt happy even though i squandered the rest of the day watching sitcoms and movies like you don't mess with the zohan.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i decided to have a long chat with gladwin before going swimming. tiring sia. after not swimming for so long, i'm like a fish out of water.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner. leftover tony roma roated chicken leg and baked potato. i missed that for lunch. ): but i had homemade chicken porridge instead. then wasted the rest of the night playing handphone games before using the comp. there, i summed up my day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i won't want to go around calling other peoples' cca gay.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4397495077764323568?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4397495077764323568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4397495077764323568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4397495077764323568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4397495077764323568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4397495077764323568' title='this saturday. so calm so boring.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-5393435971094105593</id><published>2009-07-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:28:02.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>人非圣贤，孰能无过</title><content type='html'>I want to post some pictures of syf tenors group photo, but being the non-tech savvy guy that i am, i didn't bother.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人非圣贤，孰能无过. it rings true in my head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some relfections for the month. july has been a long month. a long month in deed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defining events:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siew mun's double birthday celebration. (broke though) :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o level chinese oral. (nervous sia) :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o level listening compre. (i like it):P&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o level chemistry spa. (stupid, stupid) :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napfa. (my silver) :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;racial harmony day :S (for the cip hours)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nygh limelight concert. (surprising) :O&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf choral presentation. (enjoyable!) ^^&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anymore defining events. not all of them are happy ones but sure enough, they all balance out. july has been eventful, expensive and reflective. it is one of the busiest months in my life. yeah, h1n1 did make thing more interesting. it cancelled choir for a month and drew speculations all over. and the best thing is not having to go down for flag raising which only purpose is to induce severe case of perspiration in all of us. as if july isn't one of the hottest months in the northen hemisphere.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blown more than $200 this month. broke. broke. broke. it's what you say when you run out of money. at this rate, i'm gonna be bankrupt soon. very soon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflective because it made me think of what i wanted to do and what i wanted to be. like whether i want to wallow in self-pity or pick myself up and try again. like how to be a great friend to those around me. like how to score the good grades in the old days.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, to learn to be a good leader. there's so much more to improve on. and so much to do. and it'll be great to do them all now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-5393435971094105593?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5393435971094105593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=5393435971094105593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5393435971094105593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5393435971094105593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#5393435971094105593' title='人非圣贤，孰能无过'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6104698740783390572</id><published>2009-07-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:07:05.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>napfa 2009!</title><content type='html'>The people were right. Blogger really is screwed. But it doesn't matter. I'm not a fan of photos anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a week. Maybe it was because I managed to find some interesting stuff to do. Either that or homework, napfa and O levels were overwhelming. A little bit of both.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa was great! I finally got a silver. Yes, and a very unexpected one at that. I thought I was gonna fail. O: Yes, it's a relief napfa is finally over. Now I ache all over, but it was worth it. (: Mz fell ill after her 2.4km run. She looked bad. But it was alright in the end. Rofl.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stink up the whole music room. It's weird to see people pinching their noses or maintaing a distance from you when you enter the music room. Then when you talk in front of them, some were looking away while others were chatting with others. And yes, bass sl, gladwin ang muh song, I am referring to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Choir cancelled on friday. The Pisa test on thursday pissed me off. Damn waste time sia. 3 hours somemore. It was'compulsory'. Some people didn't come but it was ok for them so as long the school hits the quota. Sianness. One reason why the world is unfair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second reason why the world is unfair. You can get cip hours while playing arcade games at the same time. Thought it was a fluke then in the end it was real. Ulti-sianness. It was even featured in the newspapers can....and I didn't go. Just because I thought that sunday was supposed to be precious. And that's why I can't help feeling a little envious. Ok, fine, rather envious. You lucky bass sl and secretary. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a nasty habit. I keep flunking my maths test. Yeah, first it was A maths and now it was E maths. Looks like a viscous cycle. Nooooooo. I screwed up the summary test too. Argh! But lc was ok. phew.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem SPA tmr! Grrr. Damn packed schedule sia. I just passed the trial one. 我无论如何也要考高分! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6104698740783390572?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6104698740783390572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6104698740783390572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6104698740783390572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6104698740783390572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6104698740783390572' title='napfa 2009!'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3083321771179785510</id><published>2009-07-19T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:37:32.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun on foot, my foot.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm in a pretty bad mood now. I don't feel like doing anything other than staring into the comp and wondering why I'm in a bad mood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I feel like I'm always the one being overlooked, always being the one people say sorry to and not meaning a single word of it. All because they know they can get away with it. And always being that back up plan. Why the back up plan? Why always the back up plan? Because they think there's always someone else who's better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people are seriously exploiting me being nice to them. "He's such a nice guy, I'm sure he won't mind." Then they start making fun of me, standing me up and betraying me. Espeically that person. Can't stand it. Just wish that person would stop picking one me. That's one epitome on why being too nice isn't good. Now I know why ms lim scolded me for being too nice. Yes, I really am too nice. And easy to bully.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad people. The past was your last chance. I'm a nice jinhu, but never too nice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some person has been stealing my stuff. My correction tape and now my calculator, which I need for tomorrow's maths test. WTF. Damn you. Or maybe it's me, maybe I took my own stuff and misplaced them without knowing. Whatever. I had to borrow my sister's calculator for tomorrow's maths test.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun on foot was well.....fun and tiring. Ok, especially tiring. It's like walking around in a foreign land even though it's really still Singapore. Expensive breakfast. It's a money guzzler. I spent almost the day for that amazing race. My whole saturday gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3083321771179785510?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3083321771179785510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3083321771179785510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3083321771179785510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3083321771179785510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3083321771179785510' title='fun on foot, my foot.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6514746059885931822</id><published>2009-07-12T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:47:38.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you care too much over spilt milk.</title><content type='html'>I'm still a little sad and a little nostalgic and a little angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Even though it's been 4 days already, the panic still comes back, then the impending trepidation, followed by the inevitable stuttering. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if I was even speaking in chinese. It felt like a whole new different language. And after I left the table, there were mixed feelings. One part felt like celebrating the scraping through. The other felt like self-hatred, intensified only by my dismal chinese oral abilities. Shame came but relief rushed in as well. It felt like a vortex of emotions swirling within me, ready to tear my innards into tiny, tiny shreds. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was exaggerating. But there were mixed feelings. Stoic was the word. I didn't know what or how to feel then. Plagued by the dread, it's that feeling of failure. Dreaded, dreaded, dreaded. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could and couldn't answer to myself. OK, this seriously sounds weird. In the end, you still care too much over spilt milk. Yeah, I don't know how I should feel anymore. Despite the effort, you still feel like this. Weak fool.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIEWMUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I'm gonna be dead broke. This had better be worth it. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6514746059885931822?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6514746059885931822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6514746059885931822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6514746059885931822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6514746059885931822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6514746059885931822' title='you care too much over spilt milk.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3121287363708978733</id><published>2009-07-10T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:45:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a step too far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SldQoitF8JI/AAAAAAAAAec/x_mTAiO4qQE/s1600-h/Image(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356838939221422226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SldQoitF8JI/AAAAAAAAAec/x_mTAiO4qQE/s320/Image(463).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view on the way back home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours are screwed. My purpose for posting this pic online is to show you the new defect my phone has aquired, capturing pictures in paint. Interesting though sadly not practical.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fast. What a short day. Crapped with huixiang during class. She happened to do me a favour so now I owe her one. :X Then later signed up for some amazing race. Sounds fun. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to clear my table and homework during the weekends. Yeah, hope that I'll get that done tomorrow cuz it's sm's birthday on sunday. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3121287363708978733?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3121287363708978733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3121287363708978733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3121287363708978733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3121287363708978733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3121287363708978733' title='a step too far.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SldQoitF8JI/AAAAAAAAAec/x_mTAiO4qQE/s72-c/Image(463).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4739025202636391596</id><published>2009-07-09T18:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:13:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mother tongue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SlXNHRLk_EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZOPvcsedfEo/s1600-h/050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356412856581815362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SlXNHRLk_EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZOPvcsedfEo/s320/050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange to be back and to see my blog being locked up again like last time. Except this time, I locked it for fun. So I'm going to unlock it back. Sorry for the inconvenience. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my O levels mother tongue oral up down left right centre. Argh, I can't be bothered now. Done whatever crap I could have done and put in effort. Too bad, they were futile. I can go on not speaking chinese for the rest of my life now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok still have 80% more to go. It's always frightening to go for oral. Even english. &lt;i&gt;Revelling in my escapade from strict rules and hardcore cramming, a sense of unease descends upon this wracked soul. But to return to that cold, unassuming stance is daunting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it takes more than a while to wonder if you're going in the right direction. It takes an even longer while to decipher the signals people give. The whole process takes too much time and effort, along with its fair share of tears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Age 3 sounds interesting. Hope to watch it before busy schedule chases me to no end. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4739025202636391596?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4739025202636391596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4739025202636391596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4739025202636391596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4739025202636391596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4739025202636391596' title='the mother tongue.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SlXNHRLk_EI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZOPvcsedfEo/s72-c/050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-739769159363752908</id><published>2009-07-05T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:20:03.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning the keys.</title><content type='html'>Like some stranger, you walk past me as if I was part of the wallpaper, camouflaged and nondescript. And the words you say don't make that much sense and the conversation topics are limited to perhaps the most mundane of things, like what homework you have to hand up tomorrow. That's pretty sad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went choir blog-hopping today to blogs of choirs and their members. And it was then I realised how enthu the people were about choir and how they have damn long posts just describing the process of elections and how long the posts increase when they get a certain desired post. The it goes something like being very nerous and suddenly pouring out all their gratitude when they know that choir puts faith in them and everything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish anderson choir was a little bit more enthu sometimes. Maybe not overboard with the long speeches. Well, they had to prepare a speech you know, like 5 mins and 7 mins long each. And we just had to prepare like what, 5 sentences. Wait, we don't even get to prepare.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, it's just how other choirs work. That's not the point. Choir has been cancelled last week and is going to be cancelled this week. Oh well, more time to prepare for oral? I still can't speak chinese like a chinese. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off to prepare now. Desperate already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-739769159363752908?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/739769159363752908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=739769159363752908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/739769159363752908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/739769159363752908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#739769159363752908' title='turning the keys.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7803570955773683195</id><published>2009-07-04T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:52:07.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't try to fix me i'm not broken.</title><content type='html'>I was listening to hello when i was thinking of a title, so here you go.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either my friends are terribly emo right now or I committed some crime. Oh well, guess it's a little bit of both. I won't call people to cheer up cause it'll just make them lament further. I'll just shut my mouth and let the silence flood the gaps.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, somehow things will work out. Somehow~&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to you that I can't bring myself to treat you nicely even though I know you aren't a mean person.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mean person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7803570955773683195?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7803570955773683195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7803570955773683195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7803570955773683195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7803570955773683195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7803570955773683195' title='don&apos;t try to fix me i&apos;m not broken.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4201953172422626997</id><published>2009-07-03T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:26:32.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf choral presentation 2009!</title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm back from my blogging hiatus, after not blogging for 5 days.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much happened but I'm lazy to post everything. Ok, shall just talk about certain things that really struck me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Like how mean I was since....idk. I'm not sure if you can use the word mean for this. I'm just doing what I would naturally do. And I know it's bad but if I let it walk over me and concede, I'm scared that it will stay on as tight as a leech and I'd lose the freedom I crave and value. It's just these little things. A few slips and the game will be unpredictable.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like a puppet, my moves dependent on my puppet master, Providence. The strings that control me are thin and taut. And Providence plays me around like an insignificant piece in his giant chess game with his brother Fate. Would I charge and take it on, only to lose certain privileges or should I divert along to another path to continue my route elsewhere. Just then, Providence made me twist into pirouettes and I spun with my choices revolving around me. He told me to make my own choice and let loose one string...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no more diverting. Just one word sums up the choral presentation: awesome!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, jinhu had much fun wondering all over vch making new friends. Like shawn and marcus from xinmin (remembers 1 hour bus ride~~) jerilene from nan chiau (jesslynn's sister!) and yujun from river valley (NHSS!). Cool sia. Poor carey had to be dragged around in her heels because newfound friends could be found anywhere in the concert hall. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to my xinmin friends about my identity. Lol. Chionged for bus with carey and got into 171 on tuesday. Met shawn and struck up a conversation with him. Nice guy. But I told them the truth on thursday.:/&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My score was signed by Stephen Leek! (: His conducting is really WOW. He made White Horses interesting. Then he gave the whole combined choir toy koala bears as a meeting gift. Cool. I like Stephen Leek.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zechariah Goh wasn't bad either. He can sing like 4-5 octaves?! Wth. His falsetto damn strong sia. I feel like a sapling next to a giant tree.  Singapore medley was fun sia. Especially jinking nona. Because it was the last of the four songs and required a lot of energy. Gah!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the combined choir itself also quite zai. Not sure about the girls but the guys were great! Especially tenors! Haha, I'm trying very hard not be bias but it's hard not to. Yay, the cat high sec 3 on my left can reach a G naturally. And he was a sop 1. Then the sec 4 behind me had a very mature tone. Rich, I really like the combined choir's tenors.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during performance time, they had to spray some shiny hairspray on our heads. And there was glitter everywhere. It was floating in the air like dust particles.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert went well, was wonderful! The three of us, carey, bj, me, received flowers from the mz, sm, glad, cas and by. 我只是随口说说，没想到你们会那么细心。 最终，还是要感谢你们在个星期四晚上特地到了这边支持我们。若你们没来，我们作夜也不可能过得那么快乐！谢谢!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who thought everything would end so merriy, those days of practice cost me time. And that's why I'm dedicating my weekends to work. Hmmmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4201953172422626997?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4201953172422626997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4201953172422626997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4201953172422626997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4201953172422626997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4201953172422626997' title='syf choral presentation 2009!'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7968906626781292089</id><published>2009-06-28T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T22:05:50.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of june hols.</title><content type='html'>It's sad. In a few hour's time, it's gonna be june 29. ): Which is a monday. Which also happens to be the bleedy first day of term 3 2009.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I haven't finished my homework and it's like 9.54p.m. or sth. Left with one geog level descriptor (copying in sch) and one 报章报道(doing tomorrow night or during lessons. And if there's graphical solutions that we must do, then I guess I'll have to add that on my very long list. ._.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though choir's cancelled tomorrow, my afternoon is booked watching transformers. Way to go jinhu, you still have that 报章报道 to finish because chinese is first period on tuesday and you're spending that afternoon on a show that only got half out of five stars in the movie rating on the 24 June 2009 Life section of the Straits Times Paper.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you people said it's freaking nice so I'm going to watch it in the cinema though I can watch it free on pps. Sadly, someone spoiled the show for me already. I'm just going to the cinema to be wowed by the effects.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinhu is still not sure if he should waste his afternoon watching transformers. Ok maybe he should. Then he can chiong that 报章报道 during class tomorrow. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7968906626781292089?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7968906626781292089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7968906626781292089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7968906626781292089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7968906626781292089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7968906626781292089' title='last day of june hols.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1346409906840762869</id><published>2009-06-27T16:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:49:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>combined choir rehearsal 1</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! I'm back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CCAB&lt;/span&gt;! And it was quite fun today I guess. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Biaojin's&lt;/span&gt; dad gave me a lift there and back or else I'd have no choice but to take the nearest bus 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; walk away. It's that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt;, rich man's estate. Everyone residing there must have owned at least a car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Still, thanks a million! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did sectionals on the 284-bars Singapore Medley. We did it sitting down. And complete the whole thing in one hour. Pro huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, that's a warped truth. There were like 50 bars of rest, it's slightly repetitive and in 2/4 timing for the first half, I think.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondeh ondeh, lenggang kangkung, kopi susu and jinklong nona. The sound quality was freaking nice. "All the gold and gold with honours school go send their crème de la crème there", according to the organiser. OK lah, no comments. But I saw yujun there again. And he's the only non-anderson person that I recognize so don't worry mz. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was savoury though there were no fried or spicy food. Yum.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my NEBO card. It came this morning. Homework wise, I'm left with one geog paper, two level descriptor questions, the kranji assignment and 2 Zuowens to be complete tmr. Wah, ultimate sianness. I don't think I can complete everything by tmr. I give up. It's just too much. I think only one bao zhang bao dao will be done tmr. Yeah, that's what I predict. So I really need my homework mood to be maxed for tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed an entry to be submitted for some Olympics Literature Competition. It's crap but its' the best I can do at midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1346409906840762869?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1346409906840762869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1346409906840762869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1346409906840762869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1346409906840762869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1346409906840762869' title='combined choir rehearsal 1'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-860103732408759089</id><published>2009-06-25T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:30:40.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1, i wished you'd extend the hols.</title><content type='html'>I wished that H1N1 can extend the hols. Even if it's just for one more day. It's that desperate.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework done: All Maths, English, Chemistry, Physics, Biology, two geog papers, 5 level descripted questions and 3 综合填空.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with: 1 geog paper, 2 level descripted questions, two english writing competitions(i only want take part in one),the rest of the 综合填空(10?) and 2报章报道.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all the holidays before, the leftover homework is predominantly chinese. Becaus after all those years, I still don't like doing chinese homework. But it's so important. Well, at least to me. I know my chinese really is like crap. Sian. And 'O' level oral starts 2 July. What was I thinking?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't thinking. This won't have happened if I thought. Really, now is really the time when I need to speak chinese like a chinese. Probably the only time it ever felt so important. At least that's what I'm feeling now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有个要求。如果您听我说错话， 请帮我修改。 谢谢!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if that's even right gramatically. Pffffft.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need that one more day? Because I'm watching transformers with gladwin tomorrow, oing for combined choir's rehearsel on saturday and am only free on sunday. And I doubt that I'll have enought mood and patience to ride out so much homework on sunday. Guess I'll have to squeeze in homework time and time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the stress. Check up on wednesday, everything was ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-860103732408759089?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/860103732408759089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=860103732408759089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/860103732408759089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/860103732408759089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#860103732408759089' title='H1N1, i wished you&apos;d extend the hols.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3410064684127756138</id><published>2009-06-23T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:22:25.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squirming, what's going on?</title><content type='html'>I feel slightly uncomfortable. Be it the sultry weather, the afternoon nap and the fact that I didn't do any homework today. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon played for 10 times already. It's such a surreal and dreamy song that floats in and out. Because sometimes, &lt;i&gt;you are the moon.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms&lt;br /&gt;Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?&lt;br /&gt;The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear&lt;br /&gt;It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier&lt;br /&gt;All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas&lt;br /&gt;The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact&lt;br /&gt;So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass&lt;br /&gt;I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky&lt;br /&gt;You will see your beauty every moment that you rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the lyrics. They sound nice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was chem extra lesson today and I spent the whole 2.5 hours crapping with the captain of track&amp;amp;field, drum major of band and president of choir. Yeah, I was feeling pretty inferior all over again. Haha, jkjk. But it was fun again though I think ms yep was pretty pissed off. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to kaicong's house later. I spend the whole afternoon, watching american idol critics and freezing in the room. It was raining and the room was like a freezer. Catching the 962 bus home brings back memories. Of a tiny little kid called jinhu back then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3410064684127756138?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3410064684127756138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3410064684127756138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3410064684127756138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3410064684127756138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3410064684127756138' title='squirming, what&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6545879573695814203</id><published>2009-06-22T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:11:28.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the moon.</title><content type='html'>You are the moon. I'm putting it on a replay. Another quality product by the hush sound.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was ok today since jesslynn is finally back so&lt;s&gt; I get to slack more&lt;/s&gt;. Then we had a cappella plans underway. It's so early compared to last year lol when we were told at the end of the year. But it's better this way. And there are those speeches that we have to make at the end of every choir session. First time sia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is that I don't need to go for auditions. (: Haha, be jealous!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelynn and alex came to my house for my sis's last piano lesson for the hols. And it's interesting to play chess with juniors. Interesting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchd drag me to hell with gladwin, bj, mz, sm, carey and by. So I admit that it was the first time I watched a horror movie in front of my peers. Yeah, it was a scene of bad habits. LOL. Like how some people used the phone during the show to distract themselves from the horror ahead.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really was great for a horrow movie. No wonder it was no. 1 box office hit in the US. You really can have trust in US's taste in movies. (Remembers Taken)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I just heard that we won't be getting our extended holidays due to swine flu. I wished we did. Then we'll have more time to finish homework. Yeah, I'm guilty.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've completed the homework that we'd gotta pass up during tomorrow's extra chem lesson. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6545879573695814203?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6545879573695814203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6545879573695814203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6545879573695814203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6545879573695814203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6545879573695814203' title='you are the moon.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-189303485508058373</id><published>2009-06-20T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:23:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a free ride down my tourist eyes.</title><content type='html'>Yay, I'm here to talk about thursday. Thursday first.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO SINGAPORE FLYER, UNDERWATER WORLD, FORT SILOSO, IMAGES OF SINGAPORE, 4D MAGIX AND CABLE CAR RIDE TO MOUNT FABER FOR FREE.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by free here, I mean totally no expenses. Not even mama paid anything. The two cards privilege cards my uncle had did the trick. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit that I was dead beat by time I reached home. Like damn tired. :/ Maybe worse than my cousins who are 10 or more years younger. I'm growing old.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I slept at 12 because I was busy watching 大冬瓜. It's some cantonese period drama which I'm currently addicted to. Recommended by mum so no harm watching. It had chinese subtitles. I'm that desperate to improve my chinese and cantonese. Started on wednesday. Just finished episode 14.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched my homework for 4 days. And it's because I'm a big lazy pig. -.- Even in attending to my restaurant in RC. The ratings plummet from 3.57 to 3.07! By 0.5 points. It's very depressing. After having a triple ten combo, it's so much less inspiring to continue striving on. Even for the sake of redecoration and refurbishment. Ironically, it was after my 10k refurbishment did the ratings start dropping. Retracing my former footsteps was a worse decision. The ratings continued to dip. ):&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be another form of entertainment to distract me. TV, checked. Books, checked. (revolutionary road is still untouched) PC, not yet checked. (there's dota for backup) Homework, tried not to check. (chinese, geog ._.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hush Sound has invaded my radiowaves. Currently listening to You are the moon. xP The lighthouse MV was nice. Recommended. I still wonder if the shaky camcorder used was on purpose or because of budget constaints. Like Mayday parade, the hush sound is yet another under-appreciated band. More should be done to promote and spread their music to the general public.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More should be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-189303485508058373?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/189303485508058373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=189303485508058373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/189303485508058373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/189303485508058373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#189303485508058373' title='a free ride down my tourist eyes.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6826944537893407247</id><published>2009-06-17T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:15:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wildwildwet.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a very very bad friend. ): Someone who forces his compatriots on deeds they'd rather not do and receive punishment they do not deserve at times. All for the sake for a rather selfish motive. So that me, myself and I can have a good time on what seems like my last free day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at least they had a fun fun day too. All elaborations shall be kept to a minimum because I'm feeling like a zombie already. But it was very fun! And it pays to have your mother working in downtown east. Literally.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Slide Up was the BEST! OK, that's really no news but a first-hand experience does confirm what many others have said already. The queues were moderately short today so it was quite pleasing. Imagine having to wait an hour for every ride. Everyone will be so damn pissed that they won't have the mood to have fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw juniors there. I mean the new sec 1s one. They bully their seniors on the pretext of having fun. LOL. I'm still thinking about what we should do on friday to sabo them. Hahaha. (evil laughter)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just screened through the statistics for semester 1 results and I did pretty badly for almost everything. Oh no. Must improve! Since there's no other reason holding me back now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework situation is still ok considering that I finished more than half during week 1, barely did anything for week 2 and am in the middle of week 3 with still that one-third more to go. Problem is that the one-third is mainly content-heavy geog and chinese I am still strugging with. O:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6826944537893407247?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6826944537893407247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6826944537893407247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6826944537893407247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6826944537893407247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6826944537893407247' title='wildwildwet.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8799276324658394271</id><published>2009-06-15T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:18:21.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you get scolded for being too nice.</title><content type='html'>This is the first time in my life I got scolded for being nice. Too nice. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't try to re-read the lines. &lt;b&gt;This really is the first time in my life I got scolded for being too nice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened today at approx. 10.15a.m. When ms lim was walking past the tenors when they were doing sectionals on potong padi. Grrr. BJ was ok lah. He knew what he was doing, grade 8 in piano and all and again, I was standing there like some mannequin, posing. Because like always, I'm not sure what's happening thanks to my inability in translating scores and dissecting them like a pro, not like any tenor SL in the past. (Points to BJ and thinks about seb) Well, I'm not one anyway, just a stand-in until holy comes back from vietnam. And with that being said, jesslynn is currently spending her time having fun in obs and I would have to stand in too until she comes back too.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back soon. Like a fish out of water, I went back to staring into a piece of paper I cannot comprehend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As vice president, you cannot be too nice to them like Sebastian"&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BJ is ok. You're not ok."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must make them respect you as their vice president..."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think the last sentence of what ms lim said was most resounding. Yeah, no more being too nice to them and actually earning some respect. That being said too, Note to self: Keep cool and don't make funny faces. Seriously.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the whole choir play grandmother's footsteps. Yeah, I couldn't play. ):&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poached gladwin about his lady gaga experience yesterday but there wasn't much that he said. Save for lady gaga's performing ethnics and the commercial element of it all. Scooted off to adelynn's house with my sis. It's her piano lesson today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boggled, crapped and homeworked within a span of 5 hours. I had fun. And I got to play. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing makes such a huge difference in my quality of life. And just after I said that, I'm declaring tomorrow as my homework day. Yeah, HOMEWORK DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8799276324658394271?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8799276324658394271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8799276324658394271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8799276324658394271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8799276324658394271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8799276324658394271' title='when you get scolded for being too nice.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1056153149120595802</id><published>2009-06-14T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:43:25.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an irreconcilable disparity.</title><content type='html'>Hi world, jinhu's back.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While gladwin is rocking his ass off at lady gaga's concert, I wonder what you people are doing. Spamming maple or reading a book in peace? I spent the last three nights studying trigo and make sure that a geog question is done everyday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt still creeps in sometimes. Not much is done for those disappointing grades. Because after looking all around, I realised that that may be the only anchor left. The rest have either broke or rust or in any other way, have been rendered dysfunctional and unreliable.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me, I have to brush up on my languages too. ZZZ.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I should be happy, satisfied and content and I am. It's just that certain facts poke at me and I can't help but to review the situation. Though it's just a word apart, the disparity between those terms seem irreconcilable. Certain privileges are bestowed on those who were chosen and the second choice is just another second fiddle. It happens in all aspects of society, in the corporate world and even in our community. They say, get used to it. But I wasn't prepared. Not one bit but now I understand why.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concede to fate and make the best of what you have. Seize your opportunities and hold them tight. Strive to be a better person in the future and aim only for brilliance and excellence. If not, don't even attempt it. You'll just be wasting your time. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, enjoy life and appreciate every second of it even if you don't enjoy every second for it. And that's just one key to a fulfilling life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to live by this philosophy. It sounds hard but the fruits are rewarding enough. Maybe one day, I'll get my big break.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As prisoned birds must find in freedom winging wildly."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1056153149120595802?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1056153149120595802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1056153149120595802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1056153149120595802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1056153149120595802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1056153149120595802' title='an irreconcilable disparity.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1428877930588416274</id><published>2009-06-11T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:21:14.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the president when you need her most?</title><content type='html'>When you start feeling nervous because the president won't be here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? There's always a first for many. I'm uncertain. Not like I never was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1428877930588416274?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1428877930588416274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1428877930588416274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1428877930588416274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1428877930588416274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1428877930588416274' title='where&apos;s the president when you need her most?'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7945193263131884728</id><published>2009-06-10T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:52:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the bottom rung of the glamometer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_FSnC8QqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_unnGRRf4CE/s1600-h/Image(417).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345708206221705890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_FSnC8QqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_unnGRRf4CE/s320/Image(417).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_E1Xg7pcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/x2g6u7dPfM0/s1600-h/Image(416).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707703836321218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_E1Xg7pcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/x2g6u7dPfM0/s320/Image(416).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an ancient bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_E1Ke_sZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G9bdWF2ZE8Q/s1600-h/DSC04210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345707700338536850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_E1Ke_sZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G9bdWF2ZE8Q/s320/DSC04210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was evidence of us in the library.....studying!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siewmun saw me on TV last night on the news.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chased by aruna and gladwin during these few days for pics.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The similarity between those two is that all are unglam. But it's alright. I've learnt to grow with it. I just don't expect too many of it on facebook. :O And on the same note, aruna's going to be killed by the president.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SDC workshop on monday and tuesday was entertaining. Still, the funniest part was suanning the only non-chinese in anderson team. Damn funny, I could laugh for ages. It was so damn hilarious. The five of us pretended to be tour guides of SDC and crapped alot of bullshit, especially about chemistry and its dubious links with NE! Haha! And it was pohseng's birthday yesterday too. Birthday boy sure was happy with a free meal.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that free meal was at KFC and cost $52.80. Mr Poh paid for it as usual. I still haven't forgotten the apple pie and brownies at the me forum. He paid for that too. Bottom-line: He's rich. And kinda nice too, though I'm sure the rest of us would appreciate if we receive reminders and information a few days or maybe a week before the actual event and not just on the day itself. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still a good treat and he's still a nice teacher. I don't mind him teaching us SS and history.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was today where the four of us in a pic went to bishan library to......study! We did study, though not just study. It feels great to go out and play again!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the godlike hokkien mee for lunch again at vivo. And we met up with beiying later too. Then crapped alot. And me and gladwin were playing like kids, making wet footprints on the boardwalk. But it was fun. The whole day was fun but I feel like fainting soon cause I'm tired after waking up like **** every morning for the past few days.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7945193263131884728?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7945193263131884728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7945193263131884728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7945193263131884728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7945193263131884728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7945193263131884728' title='on the bottom rung of the glamometer.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Si_FSnC8QqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_unnGRRf4CE/s72-c/Image(417).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2251474823167922735</id><published>2009-06-07T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:27:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>week one over.</title><content type='html'>The cold bug struck. It made it difficult to finish maths homework. But all maths homework was finally finished. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; credit to my uncle again for whom without, I still may be stuck at Q8 of A maths hols assignment. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing else other than that and that seems rather pathetic. Shall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; geography next week and complete at least half of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; homework. Shall also start revising more maths too. SA1 convinced me to work harder. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And play harder too. There won't be anytime to play after holidays end and this is when we must make full use of playtime. I'm afraid that a few months down the road, the reflection staring back at me is a hardcore geek. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare gets scarier each time, as each foot sinks one step deeper. Week one is over. I don't feel very accomplished. There's just so much to do. And so little mood. Oh, and time too. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of Chinese, I shudder. Because I don't know what I'm going to do about it. And they always say that humans in general are afraid of the unknown. It's true and it's false as the same time. To be able to embrace the unexpected is what adds the zest to life. Love life and let live. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a post in committee too. And since you'll all know what I got eventually I'll just post it here so less people will ask me about it. Or maybe not. :X &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll do my best. Oh, and it will be strange not to mark ticks on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; list all scribble something on the whiteboard. It's someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; job now, not mine. Phew, like finally. I'm tired anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2251474823167922735?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2251474823167922735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2251474823167922735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2251474823167922735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2251474823167922735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2251474823167922735' title='week one over.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6597504850534062665</id><published>2009-06-06T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:17:51.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this crystallization.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SipidFu558I/AAAAAAAAAd0/TUkxNwsyx2o/s1600-h/Image(405).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344192159723153346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SipidFu558I/AAAAAAAAAd0/TUkxNwsyx2o/s320/Image(405).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copper (II) Sulfate Crystals othewise known as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sipic9lzzPI/AAAAAAAAAds/hvcckF2nqT8/s1600-h/Image(408).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344192157537520882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sipic9lzzPI/AAAAAAAAAds/hvcckF2nqT8/s320/Image(408).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the glacial ring! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that was the name I gave to my crystals. I like the fact that they look like icicles poking into the center. It's so...defensive.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra lessons in the holidays have ended! Wah, but some were ok while others were plain boring.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though lessons have ended, homework hasn't. We got even more homework from mr fadz. Yikes, and there are two ace learning assignments which xianlong proclaimed that he had done them, once again by flashing pages of his completed assignment. LOL. Now that adds up to a considerable amount of homework.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are implications to things. No thing in this world comes without a string attached. Somehow or the other. When you get a free meal, the treat would be expected to be reciprocated and that's just natural. I've been wondering.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how we finally get our positions in choir, there are implications.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the choir now has a head and that head is jesslynn! Hehe, kinda expected it so no surprise really. It's just a matter of time. And adelynn turned out great too! Conductor and Sop SL sia. Both hold two important posts in choir so the string attached here is the heavy responsibility. Still, I'm happy for them though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that anderson choir is so girl-dominant. No offence to anyone in the com really. Just a thought. It's not that it's bad that there are talented people running the com, it's just that co-ed school should somewhat be equal in terms of most things. But I'm used to it after being in choir for like 2+ years. It's just the way things work here. No complaints.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I won the 4 bucks from gladwin! Lol, no kick at all. Some of my predictions were right and some weren't. In any case I'm glad I'm not tenor SL since I can't teach for nuts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mingzhen, I don't think I owe you any money. Being secretary is better than getting my hard earned 5 bucks. And it's good that siewmun's librarian. Hehehehe...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something sad happened yesterday. Cheer up!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's NHSS today. My 'formal' suit was too casual but I liked it anyway. There's no way I was gonna wear school uniform or choir costume, something which I contemplated. The place is posh, at the swissotel and that gave a very good impression. And then again, I'm glad I had lunch at home. Because for a place as posh as the swissotel, you'd never expected that there weren't any reception or a mini high tea spread. The closest thing was perhaps a 10 mins interval where you either go to the toilet or drink the plain water that they provide. Oh, there were mint sweets too. But that's really the closest.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speech by the guest of honour was such a lullaby. It didn't help that I didn't catch much sleep last night. blah, blah, blah. I understood less than 20% of what he said and remembered less that 5%.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that vice exec for new media, comission 3 is yu jun. He's the president of RVHS choir and is in sec 4 this year. But what amazed me most was that he is a Bass 2(compares with gladwin). nice personality, better voice. I'm looking forward to seeing him at the combined choir soon. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole summit was interesting and lethargic at the same time. Funny at times and interesting always. Can't help it that that places was a mini tundra and was a really good place to yawn...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home with courteney and huixiang after snacking at Chippy, British takeaway. That's some good fast food.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten dinner. My mum's gonna kill me if I don't do so now. So byebye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6597504850534062665?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6597504850534062665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6597504850534062665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6597504850534062665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6597504850534062665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6597504850534062665' title='this crystallization.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SipidFu558I/AAAAAAAAAd0/TUkxNwsyx2o/s72-c/Image(405).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7871964478176992419</id><published>2009-06-03T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:03:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking chinese like an angmoh.</title><content type='html'>Damn, I speak Chinese like an angmoh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teacher says that I sound like some foreign exchange student. And the oral grades are very disappointing and that's to say the least. It's a bleedy C. Damn really, what's happening?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a blessing in disguise. I felt such a burning desire to run home and mug everything just after I got back the results. Hope that stays till after 'O' levels or something. And for the third damn, the real 'O' levels Chinese oral is just weeks away. Now really, what's happening?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courteney took a deep stance in her definitions of dignity. I'll break down mine simply. You lose your dignity when you can't connect back to your roots.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Really disappointed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lunched with lionel today before xianlong, huixiang, tianning, jingfang and jiaqin joined us. 7 people squeezed on a tiny table meant for 4. It feels good to talk about dota. It feels interesting. Then trained home with xianlong and huixiang. Inferiority complex awakened.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiched between the captain of track and field and the captain of table tennis. Squashed by the heated debates over 'advanced' intellectual discussions. (quotation marks used due to my inability in understanding what they were talking about) Bombarded by suannings and comparisons over results.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it was the wisest decision going home with them. But it was definitely fun.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus stands for the Roman goddess of love. Now that's interesting.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is my sister's first piano lesson tomorrow. I'm looking forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7871964478176992419?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7871964478176992419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7871964478176992419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7871964478176992419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7871964478176992419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7871964478176992419' title='speaking chinese like an angmoh.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-814667114885337534</id><published>2009-06-02T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:15:07.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you have no plans.</title><content type='html'>When you have no plans for the June Hols, it's pretty dumb. I'm feeling pretty dumb right now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was ok today. Tenors didn't get scolded much so I guess everything's still ok, under control. Oh well, at least for tenors. I'm sorry for the other sections though. :X&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to blog. And I'd just finished writing a whole new first chapter of a pet project for this hols called, When Venus meets a mortal. Not releasing it here until I complete the whole story.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me if you want to read it though. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sianness. There's so much to do yet so little time. Like homework. Like revision. Geekified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-814667114885337534?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/814667114885337534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=814667114885337534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/814667114885337534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/814667114885337534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#814667114885337534' title='when you have no plans.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3560705104341350627</id><published>2009-06-01T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:20:18.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the start of the start of a not so start.</title><content type='html'>The start of a start of a not so start.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are here, that's a start. But it's not the first day of the holidays so it's a not so start.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened? I haven't been blogging for 5 days already. No thanks to familiarising myself with dota. I played till 1 this morning. Gosh. And I was just playing with the AI. (Looks away with deviant eyes)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionging restaurant city. But still no match. No match at all. And for the first time, my popularity hits 46! Yay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like posting in pretty english today. Nah, no, I really don't feel like it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comp in my room takes such a long time to load that I managed to finish a whole maths worksheet while waiting for it to load during the 3 games I was playing. ._.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't enter maple because my sister accidentally caused the whole account to be suspended. -.-&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned 4 of my library books because I know that I probably won't find time to read them at all. All thanks to online games.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books which I bought a week ago are still wrapped in plastic because I couldn't even finish my library books, let alone read the ones I bought.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's higher chinese oral practice on thursday or is it wednesday? Don't know. The teachers are probably going to think that I emigrated from some western country, judging on the standard of my very dismal colloquial chinese.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also choir tomorrow and I'm not sure what's going to happen. I really don't know. It's going to be a surprise. I won't be late. And maybe I'll be early.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NHSS is on this coming saturday. I passed up my NHSS assignment on sunday, one day late. Really, I don't have a knack for being punctual. Wardrobe malfunction. I've been meaning to ask, is there such a term? Anyway, my mum went along to buy formal clothes needed for that that event. And the best part is that I don't have to fork out a cent. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where the 8 bucks went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3560705104341350627?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3560705104341350627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3560705104341350627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3560705104341350627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3560705104341350627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3560705104341350627' title='the start of the start of a not so start.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1421323370803471032</id><published>2009-05-27T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:58:27.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carelessness and its price.</title><content type='html'>I hate being careless. Really. It caused me to lose 8 bucks, one water bottle and one correction tape.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to elaborate too much on these incidences. The first one was really dumb. The money really did just flew out of my pocket. The second one was also quite dumb. I left it at the trolley in the library and 10 mins later, it was vapourized. And the last one was plain stupid. Well, it's because I'm not too sure where it went but had a feeling that my partner might have accidentally taken it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner's xianlong. The guy who turns 17 this year and has 7 A1s to boast and suan others about, me being his usual target. And according to siewmun, he finds it 'very boring' to sit beside me in class because I prefer not to talk while paying attention while he chatters into space. But it's alright because whenever I open up my gap to form what people call a communication, I would inevitably get caught by the teacher to answer a question which I have no answers to offer. Instinctively, teacher points to him and he stands up promptly, ofering a model solution which I still have no clue about.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in maths and bio.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they say the world's unfair. I agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1421323370803471032?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1421323370803471032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1421323370803471032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1421323370803471032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1421323370803471032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1421323370803471032' title='carelessness and its price.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-704435174522651264</id><published>2009-05-25T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:17:51.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate BETs.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSLYNN!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, happy intro over. Today is one of my worst days this year. Severely pissed and empty. Like some very very deflated football.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe deflated footballs aren't empty. Whatever. I'm no good at english anyway. who cares?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back my compo marks, I swear I hate BETs. They shouldn't exist in the first place cause their sole purpose is to upset a balance in grades. Their sole existence irks me. Damn you BETs, I've sworn more than 20 times in one day thanks to you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what BETs stands for, then don't. It's a pretty cool acronym I created myself. At least I think it sounds pretty cool. And no, it's nothing to do with money. I swear again that I hate BETs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now my english's a pretty dismal B3. Haix, as avril lavigne sings, fall to pieces. How true.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's after they decided to take my 7/20 grammar test to take up a whole whopping 20%. Everything's against me this term. Just about everything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel a quater as bad about getting a C6 for higher chinese after the free marks. Is this weird or weird? Ok, weird. I failed very very badly for my paper 2. But it ain't my first. Maybe the 4th one already.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And choir wasn't much better today anyway. Maybe because it was english but nothing seemed good afterwards and I was really pissed and angry. And some people still come up to me and start laughing at my compo grades. Fine, laugh. Do whatever you want.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have almost lost all my faith in them. I won't gauge my compos with their ridiculous benchmarks anymore, which serve no purpose but to antagonise me further. Yes, jinhu's english is bad. Happy? Laugh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck the whole thing. 'O' levels matter more. And at the end of the day, there are still people who are willing to listen to my crap and tolerate my crazy antics. Yeah, for those people who are laughing at my downfall now, there are still people who genuinely care. Thanks alot! (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to surrender so easily. Call me stubborn and headstrong, but I'm not going to fall like a domino. There's no way I'm going to give up something I love just because of BETs. At the end of the day, it isn't worth it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shalln't discredit BETs so much yet because they haven't really spoken. Still, I can't stop this impulse. May the barrage of suannings begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-704435174522651264?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/704435174522651264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=704435174522651264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/704435174522651264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/704435174522651264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#704435174522651264' title='i hate BETs.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4221684230103911035</id><published>2009-05-24T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:48:56.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anderson thank you party 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Shj83_9u2uI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7h_CloMKK40/s1600-h/Image(393).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339295397241084642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Shj83_9u2uI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7h_CloMKK40/s320/Image(393).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's sure a pretty guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Shj83qVOu9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hGfDyCdXsI8/s1600-h/DSC01786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339295391434062802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Shj83qVOu9I/AAAAAAAAAdc/hGfDyCdXsI8/s320/DSC01786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing 2 out of the 10 domokuns. Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo guys. I just bought two new books from popular. Mao's last dancer by Li Cunxin and Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates. Broke like never before. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what extent was the party a success? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X I can't say much here. Really. Because it'll be pretty bias. So I've got to bother you to post your answers on my tagboard, which is currently in coma. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had fun. And I was irritated too. And there were a lot of phone calls going all over the place. A lot of mess. A lot of confused people. A lot of food. And we thought we didn't have enough. ROFL. There was so much wastage. So much. The leftovers could have fed a family of four for a week. O.o &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, alot of credit goes to carey and her family. Without them, there maybe no venue, no headquaters and also no adult guidance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are the VIPs who came. Teachers too, though the only non-choir teacher who came was Mr Ng. What an irony. LOL. Ms lim and mrs poh came too to sorta grace the occasion. It sorta gave me the impression that the party was actually some sort of gathering. Well, at least everyone had fun. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was so tiring. That influx of action brought me down. I was panting literally at the end of it all. But it was a great experience working with people like jesslynn and other com members. I learnt something. It's just that I can't really recall.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get back my chinese paper tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4221684230103911035?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4221684230103911035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4221684230103911035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4221684230103911035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4221684230103911035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4221684230103911035' title='anderson thank you party 2009'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Shj83_9u2uI/AAAAAAAAAdk/7h_CloMKK40/s72-c/Image(393).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-12801358548461603</id><published>2009-05-23T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:19:50.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stuff you knew you never did.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JANELLE, HUI YEE AND NICHOLAS!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More poor results. Why did I even bother? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was temporarily offline just now. Conked out and revived. You know, knocked out and wakened? So sorry for my awkward coldness or whatever. It must have been bad. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are certain things that evovled today and I couldn't say that they weren't my fault. Maybe it was, I'm not too sure altoghether but the tension is there. Whatever happened to my former relationships with them? Whatever happened? I'm still left clueless as they turn their backs on me. It must have been something I did and now it's too late to change.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I have to put on my battle gear only to come so far and watch the rest of my road tumble in front of me or should I pick up he debris, slowly one by one and repair whatever that comes. It shouldn't be this complicated. It never was.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I been too headstrong in insisting for certain change? Am I charging with no back-up? I pause to think but nothing came. Perhaps impulse has been your greatest drawback. I don't believe that it won't. Think more, think more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just no good to have two separate teams fighting for breathing space as compared to some forced agreement. At least everyone agrees this way. Damn, where am I going?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life was a whole landscape of nature, beauty and beyond, I believe that I'm just that tiny grain of sand. Small and insignificant. Maybe my big break isn't here.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a spinning top,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going in circles,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to where we started&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to where all these begun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-12801358548461603?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/12801358548461603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=12801358548461603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/12801358548461603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/12801358548461603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#12801358548461603' title='the stuff you knew you never did.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3078740909836722437</id><published>2009-05-21T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:37:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inadequate and domokun t-shirts.</title><content type='html'>It's so freaking inadequate. Everything about me now. Bad and nothing good. I wonder how I still survive in 3/1 while watching everyone scoring A1s and saying that they flunked their papers. Whatever happened to people who really flunked as in get ugly Cs and Bs? Are we being discriminated because of our poor grades in just one examination. That's not really fair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing up for people who didn't get very good grades in because I'm one of them. Yeah, it's been bad and poor so far. Being below average in maths doesn't help. So does getting a 74.4 for geography. It's frustrating. But bio was good. I got a very nice A1 for the first time in this SA1. Yeah, for the first time. But I really hope that won't be the only A1 I'll get this time round. English is dead. God did not forbid that I fail miserably for that grammar test.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinhu feels lousy for the XXXth time. But this time is different because this time is really bad. This ain't the end yet. Though 30% is really alot and the price tag for not doing well in SA1 is hefty, it's not the end yet. There's still SA2 and 'O' levels. And it's the 'O' levels that really count.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't mind getting all Cs now if I'm assured all A1s for 'O' levels.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't work that way. Back to reality.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess another bright side of the day were the domokun shirts. Haha, the thankyou party organizing committee all went to buy similiar domokun shirts at bugis street. And the people who went include jesslynn, gladwin, mingzhen, siewmun, carey, beiying and 皮蛋粥. $$$$ Not cheap and the domokun design was so raved by all the girls that all the guys could do was nod their heads or risk the wrath, sadly outnumbered.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about my sad day with sad results. Grieved. I wish I had done better and not expect these thrashy grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3078740909836722437?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3078740909836722437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3078740909836722437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3078740909836722437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3078740909836722437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3078740909836722437' title='inadequate and domokun t-shirts.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1779306555393335873</id><published>2009-05-20T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:59:55.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky sucky grades.</title><content type='html'>The title tells it all. I could consider being a fortune teller. No prizes for guessing. jinhu screwed everything. ):&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get an A for chemistry and a maths, something which my uncle really put in effort for. So I'm not only the one who's disappointed, I'm letting down my uncle and my mother too. And I didn't get a B3 even. Oh gosh, two high hopes in a bid to salvage my L1R5 gone. Just like that. Not only that, I don't deserve to be in this class with its huge share of freakingly smart people and hence made to feel inferior.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bad, so bad. I'm so sorry to my uncle. He doesn't deserve this and it's all my fault.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the going gets real tough and I question. What happened? Why like that? Why, and the same question will be like an incessant drumming in my head, never ceasing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something must be done. Either that or watch my L1R5 rocket to more than 15 and my overall percentage plummet to a B. Pray. It's the only solution anyway. And start preparing a schedule for homework preperation. Hopefully, we'll get some respite from CA2.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because the aftershock is still too strong. Maybe after it wears down, we'll feel a little better. Maybe the coming grades won't be that bad after all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1779306555393335873?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1779306555393335873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1779306555393335873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1779306555393335873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1779306555393335873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1779306555393335873' title='freaky sucky grades.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7438259933638947883</id><published>2009-05-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:21:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing going on with lousy SA1.</title><content type='html'>I think I've said it so many times but I can't help repeating myself again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SCREWED UP ALL MY SA1 PAPERS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what ms sham said, I screwed up my free writing. Knew it. Plot's decent but cheemology and grammar running low. So I'm praying for decent grades now. The triple sciences unsettles me. Especially bio. And not doing so well for that might be the biggest regret yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No failing. No failing. No failing. Must pass eveything sia. Worked this hard for something.&lt;s&gt;I still screwed up bio the most. Up, down, left, right, center. Just hoping for a B.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure's too much. Self-inflicted pressure. Argh, Que sara sara, whatever maybe will be.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket came today but I can't seem to print it out properly. Our council's doing new media anyway. Haha, strange but I don't really know what new media is. We have an executive leader in JC called Ray Wern and I'm looking forward to 6th June. The only other andersonian in my team happens to be abdul! Wah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was crazy hectic and fun today cuz we barged into carey's condo with plastic bags of food and drinks. All for the party.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging much anymore because the mere thought of getting back scripts tomorrow triggers the metamorphosis process of the cocoons in my stomach.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I will be nice and stop being dumb. What I mean is that I will get nervous. Like who won't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7438259933638947883?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7438259933638947883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7438259933638947883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7438259933638947883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7438259933638947883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7438259933638947883' title='this thing going on with lousy SA1.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-398543990513942198</id><published>2009-05-18T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T22:18:00.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of hand, out of touch.</title><content type='html'>I can't seem to contact anyone right now. Especially all the crucial people, like jesslynn and ms chai.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed. Perma-screwed. I really don't know. Being hyper has its price, I go lesser on fuel after that and that never helps. Talking about hyper, I was damn hyper during choir today. I don't know what got over me. Maybe it's the touch rugby and the kranji war memorial trip we made today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the kranji war memorial. It was rather tranquil. Scoured the place with lionel and zhuosheng. And from them, I learnt more about antimatter. That stuff's pretty cool. Wahhh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was recess. And then there was zhuosheng getting addicted to bookworm. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical industry presentation wasn't very inspiring or among those likes. I nearly got my phone confiscated. Again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went back to class, I had this restaurant city discussion with jesslynn and lionel. Woohoo, more tips! Chiong ah! I want be level 10!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then touch rugby flew by in a zoom. I just remembered that I wasted my $4.25. Oh well, I put the tab under my future earnings. I wanna be rich.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had choir! Gosh was it strange that we have to do so many things that we took fro granted by ourselves. For instance, the keyboards and markers. But things went ok, almost.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ms lim started telling her stories. Interesting sia. Never knew she was quite quite a spellbinding storyteller. It was great having ms lim backing and not a hint of her leaving.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sec 4s were. Amos and Sebastian even gave us personalized farewell cards. Oh well, good times or bad times, they were times. Tenors forever!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec1s were sorted to their sections. Damn, cheese and macaroni. THERE WERE MORE BASSES THAN TENORS FOR SEC1 PEEPS. AND SO MANY OF MY OLD SEC 2 TENORS WENT TO BASS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't. Where's the fairness? I can sing a low G ok. -.- I don't even have the tenor's range for goodness sake. So it comes , with pity and regret or luck and fortune that I have the tenor's tone and the tenor's voice. Oh well, I shall be content being a tenor. But it isn't bad being a tenor. No, no. It's just about the 5 bucks. Yeah, it's all about the money. Gladwin won this time. But most probably not the next.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;In a recession, sitcoms have a hard time paying for topnotch staff and don't need the expenditure of calefares.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party's under control.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't know wahat to blog anymore, so byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-398543990513942198?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/398543990513942198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=398543990513942198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/398543990513942198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/398543990513942198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#398543990513942198' title='out of hand, out of touch.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2281830860889108100</id><published>2009-05-16T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:54:58.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels &amp; demons.</title><content type='html'>Angels and Demons is nice. Thrilling and a very very good plot. Defintely recommended. But I was most impressed by the set. The chrches, statues and tapestries. Not to mention all those secret pathways, trapdoors and dungeons. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could watch it again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft shell crab pasta was yummy. It's in a posh place called shokudo. Exams are OVER. A cause for celebration. But not diverting out of point for chinese compo. But that's over too.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm level 8 in restaurant city now and can hit popularity levels of 32! Yay. Happy sia. But still long long way to go. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning has to go on. The hiatus only proved wasting. There's so much to do. Yet sometimes, I'm not sure what we have to do, or what we don't have to do. It's a slight mess but we'll sort it out. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam marks conditions: Dire.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, seems like I didn't waste my 65 bucks. woohoo. Accepted doesn't mean admitted or is it? Fromal attire, damn. I might have to dig out that choir costume. -.-&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so free. Like a dove in flight across those azure blue skies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2281830860889108100?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2281830860889108100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2281830860889108100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2281830860889108100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2281830860889108100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2281830860889108100' title='angels &amp; demons.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6890112586613338450</id><published>2009-05-14T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:37:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 400</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY 400!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is my 400th, and the future ones have yet to be counted. 400, what a milestone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Willy!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Happy Birthday Carey! (13th may)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy birthday to all the other people born today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one really happy introduction eh. A deceiving front from one who just flunked every single script for the SA1. The sorrow should start setting in by now. I wonder why it hasn't. Anytime now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine, it ain't that bad. But it ain't that wonderful. I have been leaving blanks in every paper after the physcis paper on monday. Really. This is scary. Pray the marks come out not too bad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I scribbled my answers on the clean white answer sheet, it feels as if my pen tip was smearing kerosene all over the paper. Either that, or the pen tip was creating a massive amount of friction. In both cases, the paper burns up in flames, leaving whisps of smoke billowing and reducing my answer sheet into a pile of charred remnants.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed up all the answer sheets unflinchingly. Strangely enough, the teachers accepted the ash of my answers without question. Puzzled but nonchalant, I walked away...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity there are no pics to upload. What a nice ending that would make to this short post before I resume my painfully inadequate history revision.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered, I think I really threw my 65 bucks down the drain. Why. why. why? The answer's pretty obvious. But the cost of the lesson is too great for my wallet to bear. The results will be out tomorrow and they will probably come out, to my expectations. Nothing special. jinhu probably didn't make it again. Like always. Like the past.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bothered by both, but still more bothered by the 65 bucks. It's 65 bucks! $.$&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the 400th post: Money is important. Do not squander.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6890112586613338450?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6890112586613338450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6890112586613338450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6890112586613338450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6890112586613338450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6890112586613338450' title='HAPPY 400'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7975116493634074379</id><published>2009-05-09T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:55:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>399 and counting.</title><content type='html'>This is my 399th post. Time flies. And my next post would very be 400. Oh, it will.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm cheating. There's no way I'm going to use my 400th post now, so I'm continuing from here instead. hehe.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was play day. After the demoralising chemistry paper, I know I'd gotta salvage the rest of them. Argh. Sian. And I'm still playing restaurant city now. Still a noob at level 5. But I'm happy that my popularity hit 23!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much for salvaging. I just did an hour of A maths. @.@ when the tuesday papers are chinese and physics.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playfish games. No. First maple and now this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 may, just counting down. just 5 more days.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7975116493634074379?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7975116493634074379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7975116493634074379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7975116493634074379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7975116493634074379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7975116493634074379' title='399 and counting.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1826275246311161982</id><published>2009-05-09T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:18:21.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phantom of the opera.</title><content type='html'>I spent 2 hours watching the phantom of the opera. I have no explanation on why I have been catching such wonderful movies during exam period, first take and now this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singing was damn pro. Maybe the guyes weren't best but the range was amazing. They can reach A flats and with that, sing with even more gusto. 自卑. To admire the beauty of their voices and to be trapped in the fledgling of mine. I do hope that one day I can improve so can match half the power of that voice. Ahhhh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been mugging for seven hours on average for the past three days. Busted. I'm tired.And I have screwing up every single paper that came my way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes, I wonder whether I made the right choice opting for 3+2.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it is. I think I'm coping fine but the exams are telling me otherwise. What's screwed is screwed and at least english, geog, ss and chem is over alr. Just 4 more days from tuesday to pull through and exams will be over.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days ah! I want good grades for this exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1826275246311161982?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1826275246311161982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1826275246311161982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1826275246311161982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1826275246311161982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1826275246311161982' title='phantom of the opera.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3822013338995193005</id><published>2009-05-05T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:08:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the brink of over-consciousness.</title><content type='html'>Millions of voices whisper in my head. I fear I'm going mad though I'm not. I fear for reality and seek my sanctuary in this endless, constant blabbing...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one's hopes fall and the misery takes centrestage, how would he feel? Would he feel a constant dread or the horrendous heartiness so unnatural yet belonging in that time frame? He doesn't know what he knows anymore. Except for universal truths, like how 2+2=4 and that two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom combines to give one water molecule. The action around him seems like a mundane shuffle. People walking all over, talking all over, forming part of the blare in his mind.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obsessing over a seemingly important someone when that person ignores, rejects and neglects. He knows that the person will play this impotant role in his life and is able to control his emotions should that person know how. But perhaps that person doesn't. Still, the unknown brings about the anxiety in his heart and disrupts the rest he seeks. Not physical 9 hour naps but the remedy for the emotional pain wrought within.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a short excerpt of some idea I was doodling, toying with. It's nothing and nobody should make a big fuss out of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook games. Getting hooked. Wrong time. Restaurants City. Frequent disconnections. Further impatience.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little too late. That's not only the song bu Jojo that my sister frequently blasts in the bathroom but also the status of my revision. Yeah, you heard. I haven't been studying. I'm gonna have to revise chemistry and geog later. More of geog. I'm more desperate regarding that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's chinese paper on thursday too. what luck. It still has to be done. Geog, geog, geog.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using this pathethic half hour break to post whatever crap that I can think of right now. Help!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seeks the reparations for his maistakes. Shall they come soon and put this mind to ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3822013338995193005?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3822013338995193005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3822013338995193005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3822013338995193005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3822013338995193005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3822013338995193005' title='at the brink of over-consciousness.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-730530490574837009</id><published>2009-05-03T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:17:16.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the song quiz.</title><content type='html'>RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on Shuffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put any comments &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little Piece of Heaven - A7X &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a girl - Katy Perry. Wth? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile - Avril Lavigne. I didn't go out today though. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane - The Click Five. O.O &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway - Avril Lavigne. Yes, when my sisters are bitching. How true... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK ABOUT YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your mother know - ABBA. I'm no mama's boy fyi. hehe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like You - Evanescence. It's kinda creepy. The song is about a sister's funeral. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Call - Secondhand serenade. I'm sorry for all the missed calls.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done - Within Temptation. Thanks, I know I just passed maths. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story - Taylor Swift. We were (and still are) both young when I first saw you. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary - Evanescence. You are my imagination. You are only in denial. WOW. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light on - David Cook. I don't want to be a lamp post! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Game - Lady Gaga. Damn. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Eh (Nothing else I can say) - Lady Gaga. They gave up on me I think. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an angel - Hinder. Hmmm.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a bow - Rihanna. Cuz I'd put up quite a show... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back into love - Hugh Grant&amp;amp;Drew Barrymore. I like reminiscing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper - Evanescence. I won't even whisper it. -.- &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithium - Evanescence. Didn't you know that I had a girlfriend called chemistry... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours - Jason Mraz. Nooo. I will not be the possesion of someone else! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne. They asked for how, not when. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted - Avril Lavigne. Dumped, abandoned, forsaken. Gosh. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to touch a girl - Jojo. I found the lyrics amusing when I was fourteen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on me - ABBA. Shall not let my mind think out of the box. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Knows - Avril Lavigne. Precisely. Who knows... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight - All American Rejects. Endings. Maybe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up - Pussycat Dolls. Yeah, when I grow up. (strikes off all current alternatives) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND CHANGE ONE THING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone - Shayne Ward. Yeah, right.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most - Rascal Flatts. Damn appropriate. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-730530490574837009?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/730530490574837009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=730530490574837009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/730530490574837009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/730530490574837009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#730530490574837009' title='the song quiz.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2344201646871292791</id><published>2009-05-01T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:32:38.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday kuan ting!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Kuan Ting!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also labour day today. And I spent it at home, bored. Revised physics and completed the paper and also did a little a maths.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emphasis is on 'a little'&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a buffet dinner at holiday inn because we're celebrating mother's day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my grandmother that is.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to bleedy reflux, I can only eat in moderation. Whoever goes to a buffet and 'eat in moderation'? It doesn't make sense. But it's alright, many things in this world doesn't make sense.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of antacids. But no one I know believes in them. Can't be bothered. I'll just eat less.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating less eh. Actually it's just avoiding big meals, and eating more meals. That's good. I can look forward to more teabreaks. Like the takoyaki balls I was talking about yesterday. Oh, yum!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sugar rolls at the polar stall at jubilee. It never struck you that I was a foodie eh. Well, I am. But a foodie with a very tight budget. (thinks of the $1.50 chicken rice at that amk stall near the takoyaki stall) I've yet to try that. But I think I will do that on Monday. Hey! There's also tip-top curry puff but I'm not supposed to eat spicy stuff too.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that has been breached time and again. Spicy stiff. Sambal chilli. Okay, I'm really being gluttonous now eh.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of the takoyaki outlet in amk. It's so similar to the one that closed down in admiralty 4 months ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be pretty obvious now that I like takoyaki balls. especially the ones with cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2344201646871292791?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2344201646871292791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2344201646871292791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2344201646871292791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2344201646871292791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2344201646871292791' title='happy birthday kuan ting!'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-5442143294015190132</id><published>2009-04-30T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:07:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn the english compre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sfl72HbP8gI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UllMVnmlEro/s1600-h/Image(386).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330427803606184450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sfl72HbP8gI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UllMVnmlEro/s320/Image(386).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way home.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that pic when I was walking home alone on a fateful tuesday. I liked that tuesday and I needed alone time anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling that day and the raindrops fell like tiny crystals. The sky was moderately bright with a few clouds tinged in grey drifting past. And the sun shone bright yet cool light onto the trees, the buildings, the strangers and me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The takoyaki balls smelled good then. But according to bio, they should probably be part of the faeces I excreted then. It's probably in the sewers by now. I screwed bio, 3/12 for an essay. I did ok for physics, 18/25 and badly for chem, 26/40.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even take triple sciences? Only to screw up in the end? No, no. Cannot afford to screw up. Must mug, must study. Cannot screw up like how I screwed up english today.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I screwed english. Big deal. Yes, very big deal. Cause it's the only L1 I can depend on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking like a nerd. But I know that I'm lazy. Lazy people don't usually get what they desire because Napolean says that "Victory belongs to the most persevering" Napolean as in the dictator, not the pig in Animal Farm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red. Red. Red. Passion. Romance. Anger. Life. Colourblind man and limited vocabulary. Last-ditch attempts at forming weirdly constructed sentences. I thought the plot was nice though.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left gladwin, mz and sm without an explanation when I scooted off. Guilty me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken was violent and thrilling. It's good to have 16 year-old seniors when buying movie tickets for NC16 screenings. Erica kept threatening me, said something about the rankings which we don't know yet. It's ok. I don't want to be president anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we(ryofred, stephanie, erica, omar) went to watch taken. Minyi and harris weren't free. But all had lunch at sumo house. Heard things that I shouldn't have heard. :O&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken was wonderful. I want to watch more NC16 movies. I never knew that they were this good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner's waiting. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-5442143294015190132?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/5442143294015190132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=5442143294015190132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5442143294015190132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/5442143294015190132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#5442143294015190132' title='damn the english compre.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sfl72HbP8gI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UllMVnmlEro/s72-c/Image(386).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-8387734871523017384</id><published>2009-04-27T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:13:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark clouds above my head.</title><content type='html'>I've been in a bad mood for the past 30 hours. And the dark clouds above my head aren't subsiding just yet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I don't really know what's going on. All these mess, cross-firing and dodging. And arguments and disputes and making up, in compromises. Planning really is a mess.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, good job everyone! At least we have something. (: And I'm really glad that things are sre still on track. Lets go and make this party a success. Well, literally.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework-wise, I'm alright. And this is probably my last public post until after SA1. Hiatus.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to keep quite. Hush down and do what's really important right now. Preparing for exams and planning for the coming-party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-8387734871523017384?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/8387734871523017384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=8387734871523017384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8387734871523017384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/8387734871523017384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#8387734871523017384' title='the dark clouds above my head.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2650155502792439374</id><published>2009-04-26T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:53:00.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slip in a playlist.</title><content type='html'>Imeem's back to its 30s timing for blog music. And since they're going to be stingy about this then no matter, there are always greener pastures. Like mixpod. Should have subscribed to them long time ago.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. Better late than never. Done and smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2650155502792439374?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2650155502792439374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2650155502792439374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2650155502792439374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2650155502792439374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2650155502792439374' title='slip in a playlist.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-6923148185237075864</id><published>2009-04-25T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:49:09.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've longed enough, pined enough.</title><content type='html'>We've longed enough, pined enough.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just some quote I was thinking about. Sounds cool. Haven't been productive today. Did maths only. Filing and some random worksheet. That's very little.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And within the same span of 24 hours, I was walking for 15 minutes under the hot sun in school uniform with the top in English, L1R5 7, captain of table tennis, science specialist and councilor. Ouyang Huixiang. That's her name.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will pass the interview with flying colours, enter the summit (according to the 'panel'), and watch the rest of throw 65 bucks down the drain.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was kidding about the last part. I do hope the other andersonians will get a shot in entering too.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I threw my 65 bucks down the drain.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I came late and sweating, tie not properly affixed. Then I forgot to bring the payment and had to climb three storeys down to the nearest ATM and took many wrong routes before finding the route.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I think I threw my 65 bucks down the drain. :(&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was good experience anyway. I mean the interview. They ask funny questions and I return them with illogical answers. Take 'do you think there is a similarity between the theory of evolution and m&amp;ms?'&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh. I'm giving you one paragraph to do so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my answer: Yes. There is a similarity. I think the revolution refers to the adaptations some animals undergo to adapt to a particular surrounding. Likewise, m&amp;ms originated from dark, bitter cocoa. However, to appeal to consumers, chocolate manufacturers evolved these chocolates to their colourful and sweet counterparts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that, minus the rich vocabulary, minus the better grammar.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if any NHSS scholar-wannabe who hasn't gotten through his interview came here, he's feel free to rip off the answer when necessary.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Froze in Bishan library with two councilors and one Company Leader. Painfully inadequate. I re-read Leap of Love by Catherine Lim. It came back, poignant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook never fails to shock me. Damn, I have my own fan club. What bullshit is this? Damn. Damn. Damn. Oh, nevermind, I can't do anything apart from not joining it anyway. I don't need the extra massage on whatever egotism I posses.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who are truly well-wishers but I really can't accept this. Maybe one day when I grow up to be rich and famous then I'll be ok with this. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, the future remains an enigma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-6923148185237075864?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/6923148185237075864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=6923148185237075864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6923148185237075864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/6923148185237075864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#6923148185237075864' title='we&apos;ve longed enough, pined enough.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4797293539675934086</id><published>2009-04-24T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:18:07.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that's done and all that's to be.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired. Like really tired. I could sleep now and wake up 12 hours later. But I can't, cuz of medical reasons and also because I'd got to make sure I wake up in time for tomorrow's nhss interview.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an alternate activity pattern in 3/1, or at least the back of the class. We don't suffer from monday blues. Not really, I find the class most lively on monday and as the week progresses, we get quieter gradually. Until friday, when the activity rate is halfed.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, maybe it's not that bad. But there's definitely some difference. After 34 hours of lessons, you can't blame us and we can't lament about this because it was our choice in the first place.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh so accomplished. I've finished all the maths homework that has to be handed up. Ahhh, so fulfilled. But there are still concepts to revise and more things to be learnt. Oh gosh. Studying again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only for 3 more weeks. How hard can that be. Maybe very. This will be the first 'major' exams for us all as an upper sec student.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three words you can use to feign or express(if you really don't know) ignorance.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4797293539675934086?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4797293539675934086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4797293539675934086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4797293539675934086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4797293539675934086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4797293539675934086' title='all that&apos;s done and all that&apos;s to be.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-4009308498099092215</id><published>2009-04-22T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:44:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweep up.</title><content type='html'>Congrats to chinese dance for their gold with honours. Now choir is no longer the only cca in the limelight.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes to a good bagging gold awards in syf. band's gold. malay dance's gold. drama's gold. chinese dance's gold with honours. choir's gold with honours. It's very impressive for a neighbourhood school. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ain't any ordinary neighbourhood school eh!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was ok today. Not much games going on. Went for standing broad jump and broke my own records. now can jump 21X le! Yay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that we have geog test. gosh. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-4009308498099092215?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/4009308498099092215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=4009308498099092215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4009308498099092215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/4009308498099092215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#4009308498099092215' title='the sweep up.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-580372402728615140</id><published>2009-04-21T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:58:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free cone day.</title><content type='html'>I never knew that ben&amp;jerry would really give out free ice-cream. Like FREE?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know now. (: Rushed there in time and hopped right into the queue since mingzhen and gladwin were almost at the counter. Siewmun burnt enough calories before eating the ice-cream. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was one of the events that made life more bearble today. 8 lessons in a day can be sickening. And I managed to finish one due-in-one-month exposition during the pockets of free time. 4 and a half pages long. Somehow, I still prefer narratives. Ahh....&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's too much to say, too much to hide. Don't talk to me cause I'm currently coughing out blood now. Like really. Talk about puking blood. Almost but not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-580372402728615140?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/580372402728615140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=580372402728615140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/580372402728615140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/580372402728615140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#580372402728615140' title='free cone day.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7180968229669527556</id><published>2009-04-20T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:56:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck to chinese dance.</title><content type='html'>Good luck to Chinese Dance for SYF tomorrow! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the last performing arts cca to perform isn't exactly very comforting so I wsih them all the best for their SYF! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know why but I always feel that it is much easier to sincerely wish someone all the best when you already know about your situation. For the rest of the part, it may just be formalities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that life's getting more manageable nowadays. But I've been breaking rules. Like not eating chilli, not lying down until 3-4 hours after a meal and reducing vocal activity. I ate sambal chilli for recess, lay on my bed as soon as I reached home and continued talking to everyone around me.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two are pretty easy to abstain from. Not sure about the last one though. That seems pretty hard. No matter, I'm going to reduce vocal activity and it's a good chance to call me to shut up because I will listen to you. Wait, where's all these going down to?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bad habit number two and that's posting unglam pics of people on facebook. It's almost a laughing stock. Well, actually it is if I continued letting the picture dangle there for another 24 more hours. Yeah, that's pretty mean. &lt;s&gt;But it's kinda fun sometimes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to I-don't-know-what, I find myself trying to finish homework and filing papers lying all over the room. Like how I gobbled the two maths ws in 2 hours and spent another 2 hours filing geog and physics. And after that, I found myself succumbing to the comp like some drug. I'm probably a comp addict already.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Baby, you're my diesease."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should find more chances to sit around lionel, jesslynn and huixiang during class. Sure way to wake up. My present seat's just too comfortable, with upright, tall people blocking my view of the board and teacher's view of me. It's a mirror. Works two way and I'm happy with the way it is. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt creeping in. I should have done chemistry and physics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7180968229669527556?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7180968229669527556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7180968229669527556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7180968229669527556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7180968229669527556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7180968229669527556' title='good luck to chinese dance.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-364734707758397910</id><published>2009-04-19T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:02:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless and wasting.</title><content type='html'>"Anderson Sec Sch&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hajnali Dal&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Game&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prediction: GwH / H G&lt;br /&gt;Actual: GwH&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge choir! I like the shade of pink, and ms lim has a lot of supporters eh? Fast set piece, the sound has a depth to it, but the tenors are rather weak, it was rather 'bleh', though everything was alright. I think it lacks subtlety. The next piece starts promisingly, but needs more tenors to boost the chords. It's a difficult piece. It's lacking a maturity to it though the sound is there, albeit lacking in tenors. Basses could be more deep and stable in pitch though. Overall good job. The last piece really brings some life to their voices, they're rushing a little. Pitching is questionable at times. They could have played with tone a bit more in this piece. Another difficult piece. High gold yes, gold with honours is a possibility. Hmm. I'll extend a limb to say yes."&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geesh, either this guy doesn't like tenors or we are just too soft. No matter. SYF is over. And his comments were pretty interesting. Still, I'm proud to be a tenor. (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until ms lim does the testing a few weeks from now after exams. Looking forward to that. Really. Because right now, there's nothing but more tests, exams and homework. And things to study for. How can I miss that out?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese and maths are already screwed. Argh. It can't get worse. Or can it? I just don't want to fail.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless and wasting. And sweating pretty bad too. The weather ain't so good the past few days. Sweltering or something. And it's not even june yet. I wonder what june and long pants will be like.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, and korea trip is cancelled I think. At least that was what ms yep said. NO. Damn it, are the green badge people going to be stuck in Singapore and Malaysia for the rest of their anderson choir life? No. No. No. They have to plan something. It's not fair to us. Ahhh, and who doesn't envy the sec4 choristers? They got to go czech, won two golds there and came back to singapore to achieve two gwh in syf. Lucky sia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why the batch after them has to be deprived. This doesn't have to be the way things work. I'm sure that sec3 choristers can get past Southeast Asia, somehow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, there's SA1. Chinese and maths. Alright, I'm gonna to do something about it. No more slacking around the comp for 3 hours like I just did. I don't like exams. They give too much pressure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-364734707758397910?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/364734707758397910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=364734707758397910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/364734707758397910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/364734707758397910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#364734707758397910' title='restless and wasting.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-1455560790449627781</id><published>2009-04-18T12:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:11:20.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day 2009, unforgettable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9kLEWpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4JO_rhBZss0/s1600-h/Image(369).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325884749536058002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9kLEWpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4JO_rhBZss0/s320/Image(369).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy family. Sec 4 choristers 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9Qo1pgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4YAHwJd4gY0/s1600-h/Image(368).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325884744292214274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9Qo1pgI/AAAAAAAAAc8/4YAHwJd4gY0/s320/Image(368).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dad. Choral wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9OOdCWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WBIY5qj3_bU/s1600-h/Image(367).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325884743644678498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9OOdCWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WBIY5qj3_bU/s320/Image(367).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, power pitch eh&gt;&gt; xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWz2qO6MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mzRZZdmyDxo/s1600-h/Image(365).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883483188291778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWz2qO6MI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mzRZZdmyDxo/s320/Image(365).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the people who exploded their sms limit because of the announcements they have to send you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWz0j39aI/AAAAAAAAAck/uLWDKcf03KA/s1600-h/Image(362).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883482624751010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWz0j39aI/AAAAAAAAAck/uLWDKcf03KA/s320/Image(362).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1,2,3! See the difference! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzigOF0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZEotP9Q4ArE/s1600-h/Image(361).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883477777585986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzigOF0I/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZEotP9Q4ArE/s320/Image(361).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Famous amos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzGn-GgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NOZinVjsm-k/s1600-h/Image(359).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883470293899778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzGn-GgI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NOZinVjsm-k/s320/Image(359).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I was fooby-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzN4nQeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G155BF8Gkvs/s1600-h/Image(357).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325883472242754018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelWzN4nQeI/AAAAAAAAAcM/G155BF8Gkvs/s320/Image(357).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas, the senior! &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all my pics are here, I want to release the rest slowly or perhaps not release them at all. Because I'm just too lazy. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was bizarre. Just like thursday. And these two days are perhaps the most memorable so far. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the seniors' last day as a member of anderson choir. And speech day was their final performance with us before they leave to study for their 'O' levels. Ah, all good things must come to an end. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bad things too. Lessons were pretty boring. I just can't seem to concentrate on anything or even understood anything. Oh well, physics and maths. And the lessons missed because of SYF and speech day. Thanks lionel for giving me a crash course in coordinate geometry 5 mins before assembly! Hehe. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had chem prac made-up lesson. Learnt that while I slept at 12.30 last morning and called it late because of summary, people like siewmun stayed till 2 to complete unfinished homework. It's all too extreme already. And perhaps built up from so many days of continuous late practice which paid off. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt of an incident regarding humility in victory. I'm not gonna talk anymore about this topic. Because enough is already being said. And sometimes, enough is enough. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton-ed with juniors and sec3s. They still haven't paid me my 8 bucks lol. It's alright lah. I was afraid of splitting the white pants since I ran out of PE shorts. Qihua split his. Sumo-housed with alex and sec3s. The egg smells like durian. I don't really like durians. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture spree with everyone, especially the seniors. Since it's the last and memories were aplenty. We gotta keep them and the comradeship between us. We will never forget you. I could write a 3 paged dedication to them right now. Maybe I will, but later and I won't promise anyone that I will post that up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech day performance was the last time the sec4s are singing with us as part of anderson choir and the last time sebastian will ever be conducting us. It feels so historic now. Even though the moment is not even 24hours old.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will ever forget them. They were such wonderful seniors. Oh, and apart from gold with honours, some of us were lucky to have dinner with seniors with honours. LOL.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC-ed. Fun, enjoyable and memorable. I don't know why my vocabulary is limited. Maybe it's because I woke up at 7 today and my brain still isn't working properly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF is over. Speech day is over. But the midyears are going to start in 2 weeks time. Talk about screwed. Maybe I'll screw them all up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I won't. I just finished a maths assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-1455560790449627781?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/1455560790449627781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=1455560790449627781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1455560790449627781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/1455560790449627781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#1455560790449627781' title='speech day 2009, unforgettable.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/SelX9kLEWpI/AAAAAAAAAdE/4JO_rhBZss0/s72-c/Image(369).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-9027907449447144706</id><published>2009-04-16T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:35:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD WITH HONOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec8Ll3OJbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/09YeXzrv4mQ/s1600-h/Image(350).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325291254228854194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec8Ll3OJbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/09YeXzrv4mQ/s320/Image(350).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me and jesslynn. A cappella, choir, 2/2, 3/1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WvSfYwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/E2-HqGoOtYs/s1600-h/Image(355).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325289246714454786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WvSfYwI/AAAAAAAAAbs/E2-HqGoOtYs/s320/Image(355).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a stairway, we take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6Wqoh3jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fDV3nTYEzFE/s1600-h/Image(354).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325289245464714802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6Wqoh3jI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fDV3nTYEzFE/s320/Image(354).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3/1 Tenors! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WYpSg6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/QI8oyBDB__4/s1600-h/Image(356).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325289240636064674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WYpSg6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/QI8oyBDB__4/s320/Image(356).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seniors playing treasure hunt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WNnbPvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wjG67juMe_M/s1600-h/Image(347).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325289237675458290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec6WNnbPvI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wjG67juMe_M/s320/Image(347).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Juniors! (Qihua and Joshua) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done it. Yes, you know, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have so many people to thank. But first, I wish to thank all supporters that sincerely wish anderson choir would do well for their syf. Thank you so much. Your support really went a long way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first and the last SYF, I'm glad to say that I have done my best. And I'm really happy that I got these results.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were nervous before the performance, and yes we were so nervous. Ms lim wasn't feeling too well too. But the day started fine, changed into costumes and rehearsed. Left on a bus at 11.30a.m. Reached vch, watched northland screw up and watch us ascend onto stage.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I stepped onto stage, I had this sudden rush of confidence. This confidence to perform my best to the audience before us. This confidence to not let anderson choir and ms lim down. I'm sure most of us experienced the same feelings.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were good. At least for white horses and hajnali dal. Especially hajnali dal! Goosepumps, we had it, like finally after so many futile practices. Jap game wasn't too good though. Slightly sharp and rushing. And we thought we lost it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, crapping all the way in the bus. Screamed forgotten choir songs. Hmmm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken and clothes changed. Went for lunch with a whole load of people. Then rushed back to school with bj for dental. His was freaking fast and I took like 15-20mins in the caravan because I had serious problems with my oral hygiene. The doctor rated it as poor. And I didn't deny it. I just didn't like it when the scaler etched onto my gums. Pain sia.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we prepared this game for the seniors and wrote appreciation cards. I did sebastian's one, the one dubbed essay. Yeah, I know. It's so jinhu. Like who doesn't know that? (being sarcastic here)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got chased out of the music room and waited at the middle area of the school for results. Just then, we see the seniors jumped and we knew what had happened. That marked one of the happiest moments in my life. We cried and we hugged. Touching. It didn't matter anymore who we hugged or how many tears we shed and if you had been there, you would know. Our tears of joy and our hugs of celebraion. The happiness, euphoria and pure elation. At that moment, we truly loved anderson choir.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it our reasons for happiness, we were united in celebration. A whole on stage. A whole as choir.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bleedy happy. And before I end off to finish english summaries,&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEARLEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-9027907449447144706?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/9027907449447144706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=9027907449447144706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/9027907449447144706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/9027907449447144706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#9027907449447144706' title='GOLD WITH HONOURS'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fxd97PnoQJA/Sec8Ll3OJbI/AAAAAAAAAcE/09YeXzrv4mQ/s72-c/Image(350).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7561263038371404259</id><published>2009-04-15T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:23:22.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that it's syf tomorrow?!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, it's SYF tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, do I feel nervous. Because it's my first and last syf as a member of anderson choir. Because I have staked whatever I have into this by not doing any homework at all?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, heart pumping, stomach churning. I felt that early in the morning and lay in bed wondering about tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be the last grand performance anderson choir will put up and is also one of the most major happenings in anderson choir. For although speech day will be yet another performance, we know that SYF is the grand finale for us all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days our seniors will still be with us. I don't know what will happen afterwards. I really don't.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that I'm in control. I want to feel that everything will go on smoothly tomorrow. I want to feel that we will be able to defend our gold with honours title. For it's the first and the last as I repeat and I want to put all my heart and soul into this.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do it. We will do what it takes to secure it. I will put in my utmost effort in this. I will because I have to, I need to and I want to. Because it's something I have been waiting for. For 2 years at that.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice, we had a gathering at my home. And it's sort of a resting period or sort of. Call it relaxing or whatever you want. I felt serenity and peace. (maybe apart from the time when beiying was tearing open my 7 year-old magic box) And I wished that moment would last forever.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call this a motivational effort to spur me on this final lap. Or propaganda, whatever you wished. I just hope. I just hope....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7561263038371404259?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7561263038371404259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7561263038371404259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7561263038371404259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7561263038371404259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7561263038371404259' title='you know that it&apos;s syf tomorrow?!'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-2166137258285417710</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:51:02.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revamp it. 3 more days to syf.</title><content type='html'>ooooooh. 3 more days to SYF.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before I delve into that, I received some feedback for my blog today. And they generally expressed gloom and more negative comments. Alright, maybe it was. I haven't exactly been the happiest person in the world.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I'm not sad. At least for now.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall try to spruce things up a little. Maybe more flowery words to &lt;em&gt;confound&lt;/em&gt; you. And so everybody will visit this blog because it will be a good english exercise. A must-have in your guide to getting an A1 in english.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anees thought starting conversations with me would. And I'm honoured. Like seriously (though I know I haven't done or should deserve this)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thought: People don't tag. They come, read all the posts, click on 'affiliates' and then leave without tagging. It's ok I suppose, it's your words; it's your 10 seconds which you can use to dedicate a short tag; or click on the 'affiliates'. It doesn't even matter much. I just sorta lost interest in replying tags and you can see them lying stagnant there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to clarify. I'm not sad nor am I unhappy about my tagless state. Just wistful about it. It's some of the trivial stuff that pops up in my mind whenever it's getting too exhausting to do homework. Homework which I try to clear during the weekends and succeed to a &lt;em&gt;certain extent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 9.30p.m. and I already find it exhausting doing homework. Then what about blogging and writing? Well, that's second nature I guess. Just like practicing a compulsory half hour in hajnali dal. Haha.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不小心买了两本好词好句的书本。 我不小心在作文得了54分！我不小心在全班面前炫耀!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Those in my chinese class will understand. And for your info, I'm not the one featured in the above lines because I got 38/70 for that compo and these things are becoming a daily affair. Tsk, tsk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to the person featured, this is just a joke and it's part fiction as well so don't take it seriously.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared of SYF because I already have done what I could and exhausted what I have for it already and now it's time to chiong but to relax at the same time because the climax and the most important issue here is for us to rise to the occasion and do well for SYF, channeling all our sweat and energy into a final culimnation and not exhaust everything in a gear-up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a pretty long sentence. Not advised in academic writing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, I wish all sick people in choir to get well soon. Like very soon.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Book badminton court tomorrow for friday game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-2166137258285417710?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/2166137258285417710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=2166137258285417710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2166137258285417710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/2166137258285417710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#2166137258285417710' title='revamp it. 3 more days to syf.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-7423009808797167848</id><published>2009-04-12T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:49:29.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no life. no life at SYF.</title><content type='html'>No life. No life at all.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying at home on good friday completing homework. Rushed home after choir to watch Nat Geo. Did more homework on a sunday morning.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it SYF or is it a routine? Just pray it's just SYF. Robbed us of time to study during weekdays and the weekends weren't spared too. Increases our vulnerability to illnesses wince we are poor overworked people.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I do wish that SYF won't end in 4 day's time. Maybe it's because I hope that we have more time to prepare. Or maybe it means a farewell to seniors. Or maybe it just means that the exams will start after SYF ends. I don't know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that we want to do well for SYF. Sure we do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Damn, sickening. I'll post this somewhere else&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with just a few more pieces and revision of physics. Well, at least something was accomplished on a long lifeless weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-7423009808797167848?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/7423009808797167848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=7423009808797167848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7423009808797167848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/7423009808797167848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#7423009808797167848' title='no life. no life at SYF.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4314167111314937847.post-3556367190217638269</id><published>2009-04-11T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:35:17.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump and reach.</title><content type='html'>Dman sore throat. Just damn it. But some people have it worse than me. Jesslynn and gladwin, get well soon!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just typed in Dance and Dilemma, posting in on fictionpress. You can click &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/u/627743/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can don't bother to. They are just some academic assignments anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir was good today. Sick me didn't sing. And it really was good. We had this hungarian interpreter who came over and interpreted the whole score. We were wrong and we were right. Jap game was nice even though I couldn't hear the tenors 1. Maybe a soft humming next to the loud blasting of the basses and the tenor 2s? We need better people. Or at least the tenor 1s because I wanna drop to bass after syf.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 buscks. It's gonna be worth it. Ok, I gotta stop pc-ing because I have been doing it since I came home at 3.15.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4314167111314937847-3556367190217638269?l=denied-identity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/feeds/3556367190217638269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4314167111314937847&amp;postID=3556367190217638269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3556367190217638269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4314167111314937847/posts/default/3556367190217638269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denied-identity.blogspot.com/index.html#3556367190217638269' title='jump and reach.'/><author><name>jinhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02577104222331135194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
