<?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-7018714511280939746</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:09:44.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018714511280939746.post-3604045491172267772</id><published>2009-07-06T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:54:29.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oral Day 9 Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Mathematics. I like to use formulas to solve difficult and complicated problems. I feel that Mathematics can also be helpful to our everyday life. Like calculating taxes and interests. I hope that I can study on physical geography. I hope to learn more about natural processes that occur on Earth. Not everybody should go to university. I feel that those students who cannot manage the workload should not enter university. Although, it is a must to have a university degree  to get better jobs in a bad econom, some students will not be able to afford the cost of the university. Some students will still be able to get jobs, even though they do not have a university degree. Therefore, I feel that not all students should go to university. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             I feel that young children should know more about their environment. For example, leaves are green. I would encourage these young children to read more books on science. I would also encourage them to browse through websites to find those with experiments. This will let them be nore aware of their surroundings. For example, carbon dioxide turns limewater chalky. Science can help you understand the biological life, chemicals and natural world. Hence, I feel that science is important.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  I do not think that boys make better scientists than girls. I feel that male scientists give more interesting ideas during the experiments while girls give more specific details on the experiments. In the picture discussion, there was a group with one male and three female scientist. I feel that male scientists and female scientists should work together to come up with interesting and accurate answers to science questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-3604045491172267772?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3604045491172267772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=3604045491172267772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/3604045491172267772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/3604045491172267772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-9-conversation-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-787837009755537525</id><published>2009-07-06T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:02:31.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oral Day 9 Picture Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The picture depicts a scene of a Biology laboratory. From the dimensions of the room and the scientists in it. I asuume that it is taken in an university. In the background, I can see several groups of students forming teams and carrying out experiments. In the foreground, the team of  four students in the foreground is made up of three ladies and one gentleman. They are clad in white suits and wearing gloves. They are in the same clothing probably because they have to wear the white suits to protect their own clothing from getting stained by chemicals at the laboratory. I can infer that they are carrying out an experiment at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In the foreground, from the facial expression of the scientists', I can tell that they are focused on doing the experiments. They should be focused when they are doing experiments and to prevent accidents. From the smiles of the two girls from the group in the foreground, I can tell that they are enjoying themselves while doing the experiment. In the foreground, the girl that is spraying the distilled water into the agar plate, looks focused. It is important to remain focused when handling experiments so as to ensure mistakes will not be made.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They might be adding more chemicals to the agar plate and run some tests on the agar plate. They might also record some observations made when adding chemicals into the agar plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-787837009755537525?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/787837009755537525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=787837009755537525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/787837009755537525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/787837009755537525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-9-picture-discussion-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-7999186537334996404</id><published>2009-07-06T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:45:07.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oral Day 7 Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I live in Toa Payoh Lorong 2, Block 99C, #07-23.  I love my house a lot because it brings back many childhood memories.  It is a HDB executive apartment.  I have a play room when I was young.  I have many toys kept in that room and when I needed a break from studying, I will go to the room to play and to destress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I do not think that I am a tidy and organised.  I leave my toys laying around after playing with them.  My grandmother has to clean up the mess after I had played with my toys.  When I was older, I still leave mynotes and worksheets lying around.  I would only file my worksheets when the examinations are coming.  I know it is a bad habit and I am already trying to kick this bad habit.  I would try to mop the floor once a week and clean my study table once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;         Hygience is very important as it is needed so that we can live healthily.  Good hygiene should be practiced at all times as it is beneficial to you and considerate for everyone.  However, it is not possible to maintain good hygiene all the time, especially when you are not at home.  I would try to always have a packet of wet wipes.  It is to ensure that I can still clean my hands even though there is no toilet or sink nearby.  Sometimes I will tend to forget to wash my hands.  This is especially during meal times.  I cannot resist the food in front of me and will start eating before I can remember to wash my hands.  I must try to kick this bad habits or I may get food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          On the other hand, being too hygienic is not good as well.  This is because when you are too hygienic you will tend to be very conscious about your actions and as a result, worry too much.  You will also be very sensitive and try to avoid touching other people hands who are not as clean as yours.  Yo may also find it problematic as you my find the urge to wash and clean your hands every now and then for fear of getting germs on your hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-7999186537334996404?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7999186537334996404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=7999186537334996404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/7999186537334996404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/7999186537334996404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-7-conversation-i-live-in-toa.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-5321942146619352549</id><published>2009-07-05T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T10:52:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oral Day 7 Picture Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture depicts a scene of hawkers washing up the hawker centre. I think that the hawkers might have been asked by the government to clean up the hawker centre. There might have been a disease break-out and the hawkers wanted to improve the hygiene of the hawker centre. It is to prevent the disease from spreading to the people from their hawker centre. There might also be officials from the Ministry Of Health coming to the hawker centre to check the cleanliness of the hawker centre. Judging from the crowd looking at the hawkers cleaning up, they should be here to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hawker centre might be a very crowded place during a normal day. From the crowd outside the hawker centre in the background, I can infer that they are coming in for a meal. The market will probably look very dirty on a normal day. Or else the hawkers need not have to spend time cleaning up the hawker centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the body language of the woman, I can infer that she is trying to wash this place up quickly. I feel that she probably wants to open her stall for business. From the big crowd, waiting for the hawker centre to open, she probably knew that it would be beneficial to open her stall. Hence, she is trying hard to finish cleaning up the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is good thing to clean up the hawker centre once in a while. It ensures that the hawker centre is clean and free from spreading disease to their customers. At the same time, it improves the overall hygiene of the hawker centre and can get rid of pest like rats and mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This picture has inspired me to maintain my personal hygiene. As they say,"Wash your hands whenever you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-5321942146619352549?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5321942146619352549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=5321942146619352549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/5321942146619352549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/5321942146619352549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-7-picture-discussion-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-2305344726044864872</id><published>2009-07-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:10:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oral Day 5 Conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I enjoy physics. I like to deal with formulas and logical reasonings on many things. For example, I love the chapter on "energy". I want to learn how tomake use of renewable energy and therefore can reduce the impact of insufficient energy. I like the chapter on "Forces" too. I know how to overcome great loads with minimal effort. I also know how to overcome friction and the effects of friction on our everyday life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I like working with my hands. I think that through touching, I can remember what I have learnt. Through hands-on experience, I can apply what I have learnt into my everyday life. For example, I have learnt that I can overcome the load with little effort as long as the distance between the load and effort is great. Through a simple experiment like opening the lid of a tin can by using a spoon proves the logic. I can now open a "Milo" tin with greater ease by using a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is better to learn by doing things. Doing things engages your visual, audio and physical senses. Reading them only engage your visual senses. I feel that engaging more senses when learning makes learning more effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I think all the subjects are all equally important. I believe that all the subjects that we learn are all useful to our lives. I would add more science practical lessons to the school timetable rather than learning theories most of the time. Theories can also be learnt through practical lessons. I think that the school prepares me well for life. They have charisma lessons to emphasise on character development. They also have enrichment lessons and field trips to widen our knowledge. For example, the visit to the supreme court. I learnt a lot from the visit and I can link it to the chapter "Governance", that we are studying in social studies. I learnt that there should be no usage of electronic devices during a court session. When i grow older, I will know them without needing anyone to tell me. Therefore, the school prepares me well for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-2305344726044864872?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2305344726044864872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=2305344726044864872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2305344726044864872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2305344726044864872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-5-conversation-i-enjoy-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-1393935529534766449</id><published>2009-07-05T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:33:14.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oral Day 5 Picture Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The picture depicts a scene in a classroom. Judging from the retort srand with some pulleys and the students surrounding it, I can infer that they are doing an experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           There is a woman on the left foreground of the picture. As she looks much older than the students in the picture and is in a different attire, I think that she is probably a teacher. From her body language and posture and action, I can infer that she is probably testing out the experiment that the students have set up in the picture. From the smile on her face, I think she is satisfied with what the students done.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The woman might have been briefing the students on how to set up the experiment like the one shown in the picture. Judging from her smile, I can tell that she is happy as the students have listened to her and followed instructions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            From their facial expressions I can see that they are focused on doing the experiment. From the students' facial expression and body language, I can tell that the students are not very confident of their experiment. Furthermore, at the right foreground of the picture, the hand gesture of the boy tells me that he does not want the teacher to test out their experiment. He was probably afraid that his group had made a mistake in the set up of the experiment. He was scared that the teacher might spot a mistake and scold his group members.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  I feel that it is good thing to have experiments as part of the lesson as it is much more interestiing to learn through hands-on experiences rather than studying the bored and dull facts on the textbook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            If i were a student in the picture, I would ask the teacher on the improvements we can make on our experiments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-1393935529534766449?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1393935529534766449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=1393935529534766449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1393935529534766449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1393935529534766449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-5-picture-discussion-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-6158326583783927363</id><published>2009-07-05T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:55:33.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oral Day 3 Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I entered the inter-class volleyball competition as a captain in secondary one. I took this competition very seriously because I really wanted to win it for the class. During some school days, I would stay back with my team after school, to train. We will also play during recess, but i felt that i was too serious on winning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            During the competition, I would comment on every mistake our team made. Even though we emerge as champions, I was not happy because I forgot that winning was not the main thing to achieve. It was the fun of playing volleyball, enjoying the process of the competition and class-bonding that should be achieved. I felt bad for commenting on the team.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I enjoy competing, but not competing with others but myself. I feel that my real rival in a competition is myself. In order to win myself, I have to push myself over my limits to achieve greater potential. First, I am able to improve ny competing with myself and second, I will be able to play to my best potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I think children should take part in more outdoor activities. First, children can be more active. Second, they can keep fit and have a healthy lifestyle. Third, they can get to interact with more people and learn about teamwork as most outdoor activities require teamwork. Fourth, they can enjoy the sun and the nature. As people say a little sunshine is good for us.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Technology is so advanced nowadays. Graphics and sound systems are so good in games. Many children will therefore find it fun due to this wonderful visual and audio systems. Those that create these games will also make the games interesting such that some children get addicted to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The disadvantage of such games are that children get addicted to them and neglect their studies. Children might have low self confidence in their life. They can be very strong and muscular in their games but these are all virtual. They are not that strong and muscular in reality. These games may harm your eyes if you spend long hours in front of the computer or television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-6158326583783927363?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6158326583783927363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=6158326583783927363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6158326583783927363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6158326583783927363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-3-conversation-i-entered-inter.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-4259607900969330723</id><published>2009-07-05T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:25:10.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Oral Day 3 Picture Discussion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The picture depicts a scene at the beach. In the forground, there are many children crowding around an area of sand. In the right foreground, there is an older woman. Judging from the way the children are touching the sand, I infer that they are going to engage in some type of activity involving sand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      In the background, there are also another group that is playing with the sand. Hence, I can infer that the two groups of people are taking part in the same activity. Probably a sand castle building competition between two groups of people.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The role of the woman on the right foreground was probably a trainer or leader. Judging from her facial expression and body language, she os probably explaining something to the group of children in the foreground. Probably suggesting ideas on how they should build their sand castle. The expression on the faces of the children, tells me that they are listening attentively. As the group are putting their hands on the sand, I can infer that they are feeling the sand, perhaps to understand the sand texture. The group in the background has already started on their sand castle. The group in the foreground is planning on how to build their sand castle by understanding the sand. I think the group in the foreground will build a better sand castle as they plan before building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     These people might have other activities like treasure-hunting on the beach. They can also pick up litter on the beach. They can also have a competition to see which group pick up the most litter. They can also have a sport competition like volleyball. The two groups can compete with each other and volleyball is suitable as it can be played on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think that it is good to have competitions like sand castle building. Children can interact with each other. Children can learn how to work with one another, teamwork and leadership skills. Children can get away from school work, go out and enjoy the nature, like the beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   I would give a title to this picture, called,"A meaningful day." If I were any of the children in the foreground, I hope that i can build the best sand castle. As they say,"Nature is enjoyable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-4259607900969330723?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4259607900969330723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=4259607900969330723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/4259607900969330723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/4259607900969330723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-3-picture-discussion-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-658505770350388908</id><published>2009-07-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:26:45.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                         Oral Day 1 Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;I respect my grandmother a lot. From young, she taught me that there is no free lunch in this world, cherishing what you have is always important. She likes to cook for the family and does most of the housework. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I learnt that I have to work hard for what I want. I believed in this logic after one incident. In primary six, I told her that I wanted to get into a good secondary school. She said that if i wanted to get into a good secondary school, I had to study hard to get better results so that I have a better choices of schools I had learnt that nothing is free in this world, I have to fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;If i could do something special for her, I would spend more time with her. I can entertain her. Bringing her to other countries, see places that she had never seen before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Elderly people should live with their children and grandchildren. They should have a happy and healthy lifestyle and also be life-long learners.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately, there are some elderly that cannot live with children as they are working. Therefore, they have to live in an elderly home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If I could design a special home for the elderly, I would include an exercising room with many facilities. The elderly will be able to exercise. Exercising can entertain them and at the same time, they can stay fit and healthy hence, I feel that it is necessary. I will also introduce a singing room. The elderly can sing their favourite songs and at the same time, they can also work their brains as they have to sing the lyrics. They will also be interacting with other elderly.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt; No, nursing homes and healthcare should not be free of charge. Elderly should live with their children. There are circumstances whereby the children have to send them to nursing homes because they are unable to take care of them, probably because they are all working. The cost of nursing homes is to ensure that the children still has that minimal responsibility over their elderly parents. It does not mean that once the children pay for the cost of the nursing homes, they are taking care of their parents. They should still pay visits to the nursing home and spend more time with their elderly parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-658505770350388908?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/658505770350388908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=658505770350388908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/658505770350388908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/658505770350388908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-1-conversation-i-respect-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-1441579782782628430</id><published>2009-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:42:20.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oral Day 1 Picture Discussion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The picture depicts a scene of old people exercising in an elderly home. I can tell that the elderly are exercising because in the foreground, a nursing attendant is throwing a ball to an old man. The old man is attempting to catch it. Also, there are many elderly sitting in a semi-circle and are facing the nursing attendant that is holding the ball. It can be inferred that the elderly are taking part in the same activity, which is catching the ball. Furthermore, there are exercising facilities like fitness ramps in the room. Therefore, I can infer that the elderly are exercising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the foreground and background, there are elderly sitting in a semi-circle. In the background, there are also fitness ramps probably used by the elderly for exercise. I can only see old people and two nursing attendant. The two nursing attendant are probably in charge of taking care of the people. I can infer that the picture was taken in an elderly home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps these people are old people. I can infer this because their faces are all wrinkled and most of them are on wheelchairs. Most of the elderly are in the same attire and i can infer that most of them are from the same elderly home. There are two nursing attendants in the picture. One is throwing the ball and the other is standing behind the old people. I can tell that they are nursing attendant because both of them are in the same attire that has a name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The nurse in the left foreground that is throwing the ball at the old man. She looks focused. I can infer that she is concentrating to throw the ball at the old man. She should be careful with her strength when throwing the ball, to ensure that it does not hit the old man. Also, she should not throw the ball to fast as the reaction of elderly people are slower. They will need more time to react and catch the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before this picture was taken, the elderly people were probably having their lunch in another room. Perhaps the nurses were trying to entertain these old people after lunch. A good way to entertain is to have activities with the elderly. The nurses thought of exercising as it entertains as well as keep the old people fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I think its a good idea to let the elderly exercise. As people grow old, they are more prrone to get illnesses like heart diseases. Exercising can keep elderly fit and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In conclusion, I would give this picture a title called,"Healthy elderly." If I were the elderly in the picture that is catching the ball, i would try as hard as i can to catch the ball. "Exercising is mesmerising."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-1441579782782628430?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1441579782782628430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=1441579782782628430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1441579782782628430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1441579782782628430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/oral-day-1-picture-discussion-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-5681855089495486897</id><published>2009-03-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:23:25.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Detective story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;  I feel that the detective game and stories are a way to occupy my mind.  It helps to stimulate the brain. It can make us anticipate for more interesting things. It also keeps us in suspense and puts us into the shoes of the detective to unravel the mysterious. It can also make us ponder more when we meet with problems. You have to gather the clues from the story to solve the mystery. I would rather read detective stories than playing detective games. Reading will give me the first hand experience of the detective scene. I feel that you cannot play a murder scene, you must be able to witness or experience a murder scene to know how does the story proceed. Detective games are fun to play and solve mysteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-5681855089495486897?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5681855089495486897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=5681855089495486897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/5681855089495486897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/5681855089495486897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/detective-story-i-feel-that-detective.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-2523404123257021408</id><published>2009-03-14T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:55:05.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T1W10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Third term of the year, the first day of school. Jack and Peter still sat together. They loved to comment on how the teacher teached. Peter had some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vicissitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; coping with studies during the first two terms. Jack and Peter have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disparate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; goals for this term of school. Peter wanted to manage his studies and Jack wanted to interact more with girls. Somehow, Jenny was the first person that came to his mind. At that moment, Jenny walked up to Jack and said,"Hi!" Jack felt that he should get to know Jenny more. Jack did not know why he started hurling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pesky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;words at Jenny. Jenny &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reviled &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jack for irritating her. After school, Jenny approached Jack and him a jar of stars. Although it was a simple but Jack felt that it was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maudlin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gift. That day, Jack went home feeling a tinge of happiness. He decided that he should cherish this friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                          Posted by Timothy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-2523404123257021408?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2523404123257021408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=2523404123257021408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2523404123257021408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2523404123257021408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w10-third-term-of-year-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-9027736566150745310</id><published>2009-03-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:02:56.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T1W9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;During the holidays, Jack had a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a few friends in volleyball. The few &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;profligate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friends were wasting food supplied by the school. Jack told them that they should not take so much food if they could not finish. They said Jack was making &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mendacious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; accusations. They wanted to walk away but Jack was in their way. They asked him to move but he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;balked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at that request. They took another way back to the audi. He went back to the audi where they were having volleyball training. He found his &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dismantled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; phone beside his bag. He knew that the few people he got into a quarrel with , were the culprits. He did not wanted to blow the matter up so he just pretended it never haappened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-9027736566150745310?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9027736566150745310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=9027736566150745310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9027736566150745310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9027736566150745310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w9-during-holidays-jack-had-strife.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-3311302346907849885</id><published>2009-03-08T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:46:13.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T1W8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was coming to the end of the second term and the school holidays were approaching and Jack's life in secondary school was not an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abortive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one. The mid-year examinations was over and Jack got his results back. His results were average as he did not study as much. Jack &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;craved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a break after a long but exciting term of school. Jack romp on his way home. His &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;innate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; liveliness and positive attitude allowed him to conquer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myriad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; number of challenges. On his way home, he met Jenny. Jack's heart was thumping faster as Jenny approached him. Jenny tried talking to him but he just gave her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spontaneous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; replies as he was not ready to talk to her. He was also quite shy with girls. Thereafter, he got used to it and start talking her with much more interest. It was a sweet holiday for Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-3311302346907849885?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3311302346907849885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=3311302346907849885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/3311302346907849885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/3311302346907849885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w8-it-was-coming-to-end-of-second.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-6160551329332553234</id><published>2009-03-08T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T04:04:53.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T1W7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was a big day for Jack, he was attending his first co-cirricular activity(cca) session. He got his first choice of his cca, volleyball. He had a passion for volleyball when he was young, he was able to play volleyball now. he had a good reason to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;exult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fallacious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Jack as he was told to go to the audi for practice by his teacher but his friends told him to go to the outdoor volleyball court. Eventually, Jack found out that the practice was at the audi. Jack and his friends gave their&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; consummate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attention to their coach. They were told by their coach that the sport was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fraught&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with many challenges and skills. The coach also gave his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;assiduous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; care for every players' welfare. Jack went home after cca and on his way, he felt that his life in secondary school was getting more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                   Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-6160551329332553234?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6160551329332553234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=6160551329332553234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6160551329332553234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6160551329332553234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/t1w7-it-was-big-day-for-jack-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-8086687053168124424</id><published>2009-02-22T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T02:09:39.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T1W6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack went to school with Peter. Peter seemed to be in a mood for school and Peter also apologised for losing his temper at Jack. In class, they had their first mathematics test. After the test, Jack noticed that Jenny was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gregarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She talked to boys and girls. She was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;antithesis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Jack. Jack was very shy with girls and talked to boys most of the time. Jenny was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, she was friendly with everyone. The only thing that was bad about her was that she had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;temerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to dare anyone for any challenges. Compared to Jack's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sedentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life, Jenny's life was much more exciting. Jack wanted to know more about Jenny but he did not know how to start. Jack went home that day, pondering over his plans of making friends with Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-8086687053168124424?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8086687053168124424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=8086687053168124424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/8086687053168124424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/8086687053168124424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w6-jack-went-to-school-with-peter.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-8613564556508397491</id><published>2009-02-22T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:45:18.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T1W5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth day of school, Peter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;precluded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyone from approaching him. Jack asked him what was wrong. Peter told him to stop asking him. Jack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;persevered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on asking him.  Suddenly, Jack felt the display of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asperity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from the normally cool Peter. Jack knew he was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;culpable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of being scolded. Jack saw Peter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nomadicing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;around Jolie's block. Jack knew Peter had a quarrel with Jolie and was in no mood for school. Jack went home with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-8613564556508397491?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8613564556508397491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=8613564556508397491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/8613564556508397491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/8613564556508397491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w5-fifth-day-of-school-peter.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-6257633047693452244</id><published>2009-02-22T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:15:05.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T1W4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day of school, a conversation was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hasten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; among Jack and Peter about Jenny. It was obvious that Peter wanted to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nettle &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jack, and Jack had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mammoth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reaction to Peter's words. "Why such a big reaction? Don't tell me you really like her?" Jack was speechless. During recess, Jenny walked past Jack's table and accidentally knocked Jack's pencil on the floor. Jenny picked the pencil up and asked Jack if it was his. Jack was normally very shy with girls but he plucked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to say "yes". Jenny placed the pencil on his table and smiled at Jack. Jack felt that&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;singular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; feeling again&lt;/span&gt;. At the end of the day, Jack went home feeling a little happy but he did not know why he was feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-6257633047693452244?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6257633047693452244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=6257633047693452244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6257633047693452244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6257633047693452244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/02/t1w4-fourth-day-of-school-conversation.html' title=''/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-9094561590937730545</id><published>2009-01-23T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:18:35.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W3 A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Third day of school, lessons resume. Jack and Peter sat together for the first time. They were discussing about the teachers that had taught them. At one point, when the class was silent, the two of their voices were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;incontrovertibly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loud. The teacher which was teaching them during that period stared at them hard. Both of them knew that the suitation was not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;propitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to them. Surprisingly, the teacher did not gave them a tongue lashing but in fact, the teacher asked them to tell the class about their conversation. Jack &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;importune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Peter for a solution, Peter just told Jack to tell the class about themselves. Jack introduced himself first followed by Peter, the "presentation" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eventuate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a good way. The whole class was laughing their heart out after hearing the many humorous things that Jack and Peter did during their time in primary school. Later in the day, Jack and Peter went home together. On the train they saw their vice-chairman, Jenny. Jack noticed that her phone was flashing in her pocket and told her that her phone was ringing, Jenny smiled at Jack and thanked him. Jack felt a tinge of sweetness in his heart, he smiled back. Jack had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;surmised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that the feeling was love at first sight. He did not wanted to think about it because he did not experienced it before. He went home after that, clueless that Peter knew what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-9094561590937730545?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9094561590937730545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=9094561590937730545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9094561590937730545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9094561590937730545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/t1w3-new-beginning.html' title='T1W3 A new beginning'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-2015173640025447109</id><published>2009-01-21T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T20:27:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can one improve his or her English skills?</title><content type='html'>In my opinion i feel that a person can improve his or her English skills. There are many way on how a person can improve his or her English skills. These ways include writing everyday and asking a teacher or someone to comment on your writing skills, you can also read a lot as reading a lot in a wide variety can increase your general knowledge. Having a blog will also help to improve your English skills because writing on your blog can allow people to comment on blog posts freely and probably you can think of the comments and consider some useful comments. I also feel that improving English skills should not be restraint into one area like vocabulary, instead you should improve English as a whole. Doing many comprehension is a example of  improving English as a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-2015173640025447109?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2015173640025447109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=2015173640025447109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2015173640025447109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/2015173640025447109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-one-improve-his-or-her-english.html' title='Can one improve his or her English skills?'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-596204234325674644</id><published>2009-01-18T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:06:54.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W2 Start of something new</title><content type='html'>On the second day of school, as usual Jack's father drove him to school. Jack was excited for another day of school, and when he was walking into the school, he met Peter on the way. Peter started joking with Jack. He accused that Jack was following him. Jack said it was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fortuitous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that he met Peter. Jack asked Peter whether he liked school, Peter replied that school was an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Peter loved the new school and our new classmates. Jack asked Peter if he was still together with his girlfriend, he showed me a smile. Peter said that his girlfriend, Jolie played an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;integral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; role in making his life happy. In the class, our form teacher was choosing the class committee. Jack was busy talking to Peter in class that both of them did not took much notice on who was our chairman, vice-chairman and treasurer. Jack only knew the chairman was a boy and vice-chairman was a girl named Jenny. Knowing that Jack was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jaunty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Nicholas, a boy sitting in front of Jack and Peter started joking with one another. Jack was too engrossed in telling jokes that he lost his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inhibitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and accidentally offended Nicholas. Jack did not know that Nicholas was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fractious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; even when he was in his primary school. Nicholas started scolding Jack, Jack was apologetic. Jack apologised many times and he hoped Nicholas would forgive him. At the end of the day, Nicholas forgived him and Jack went home with Peter. Jack thought that he should control himself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-596204234325674644?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/596204234325674644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=596204234325674644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/596204234325674644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/596204234325674644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/t1w2-start-of-something-new.html' title='T1W2 Start of something new'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-6780841414235704297</id><published>2009-01-16T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:52:01.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T1W1 Start of something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jack, a thirteen-year-old boy woke up from his sleep. He remembered that today was the big day, his first day joining a secondary school, he was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sanguine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; about the new things that he would experience in his new school. His new secondary school was Chung Cheng High School(main). He was droved to school by his father. He was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zealous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;about his new school that when he was in the car, in his heart he anticipated for the new school that he kept asking his father to drive faster. Jack reached his class, there were already some students in his class. Jack immediately approached them and asked about their particulars. Jack was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meticulous &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;person, he did not want to offend his new classmates so he was polite with his words when they were chatting. Jack and his new classmates also asked each other about the location of their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;domicile&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so that they could go home together after school in future. He also knew that one of his primary school classmate was also in the same class as him. His primary school classmate was named Peter, both of them liked to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with other people. Both of them went around the class making new friends through their lousy jokes, by the end of the day, Jack and Peter were well-known for their friendly character. The day ended with laughter, and Jack went home smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-6780841414235704297?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6780841414235704297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=6780841414235704297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6780841414235704297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/6780841414235704297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/t1w1-start-of-something-new.html' title='T1W1 Start of something new'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-4604917389937863694</id><published>2009-01-16T04:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:02:16.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jack, a thirteen-year-old boy woke up from his sleep. He remembered that today was the big day, his first day joining a secondary school, he was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sanguine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about the new things that he would experience in his new school. His new secondary school was Chung Cheng High School(main). He was droved to school by his father. He was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zealous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; about his new school that when he was in the car, in his heart he anticipated for the new school that he kept asking his father to drive faster. Jack reached his class, there were already some students in his class. Jack immediately approached them and asked about their particulars. Jack was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meticulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person, he did not want to offend his new classmates so he was polite with his words when they were chatting. Jack and his new classmates also asked each other about the location of their &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;domicile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so that they could go home together after school in future. He also knew that one of his primary school classmate was also in the same class as him. His primary school classmate was named Peter, both of them liked to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with other people. Both of them went around the class making new friends through their lousy jokes, by the end of the day, Jack and Peter were well-known for their friendly character. The day ended with laughter, and Jack went home smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Posted by Timothy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-4604917389937863694?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4604917389937863694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=4604917389937863694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/4604917389937863694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/4604917389937863694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/jack-thirteen-year-old-boy-woke-up-from.html' title=''/><author><name>xianwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06564593643584311093</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-7018714511280939746.post-9165252711409257699</id><published>2009-01-11T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:36:42.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think my new blog is almost ready. Thx to all those that help me:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-9165252711409257699?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9165252711409257699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=9165252711409257699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9165252711409257699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/9165252711409257699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning_10.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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-7018714511280939746.post-1135557765739109130</id><published>2009-01-09T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:57:44.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Hi! Im new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018714511280939746-1135557765739109130?l=the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1135557765739109130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7018714511280939746&amp;postID=1135557765739109130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1135557765739109130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7018714511280939746/posts/default/1135557765739109130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-depthsofmy-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02964111003191733980</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>
