<?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-11180447</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:26:00.683+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='distraught'/><category term='moody'/><category term='midyears'/><category term='friendshit'/><category term='limp hands'/><category term='satisfied heart'/><category term='emo?'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='mugging'/><category term='family'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='closure'/><category term='emo'/><category term='letters'/><category term='whatever.'/><category term='love'/><category term='satisfaction'/><category term='twisted ankles'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>are you gonna walk with me in the glory of our lord?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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>424</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11180447.post-6795266575095992031</id><published>2008-07-27T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:31:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>I'm moving over to livejournal after this series of events. Its rather easy to use and i'm quite satisfied with it. so goodbye my dear blog after being with me for 4 years. I'll leave the blog online since it holds many memories dear to me and also for convenience sake. so i'll be seeing you guys at timorockstaryeo.livejournal.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6795266575095992031?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6795266575095992031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6795266575095992031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6795266575095992031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6795266575095992031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2120818523514513229</id><published>2008-07-25T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:12:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I feel like playing my piano. I do that when i'm stressed. I feel stressed. but anyways, i feel very tired. i don't know why but i just feel that way. haha. now i just feel like typing and typing because its quite resemblent to playing the piano. my fingers get to move about and i feel rather free. okay i know its really weird but typing really really fast makes me feel better. i think i'll go mad if i don't find a way to destress. after listening to what yingxuan told me today i feel slightly different now. maybe its just that i think too much on my part. like taking the simplest things and making it seem so complex. but its difficult to let it go. maybe i need my dosage of private practice. it's been stuck at episode 9 for a couple weeks already and i am craving more tear jerking drama. thank god for jason mraz. details in the fabric definitely calms me down a fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its not that i don't know, but i just need to get over it. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are the things that make you blow hell no reason go out and scream. if you're shocked its just the fault of faulty manufacturing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2120818523514513229?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2120818523514513229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2120818523514513229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2120818523514513229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2120818523514513229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-4889927920594502959</id><published>2008-07-24T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:54:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>I used to think that friendship was a very simple relationship. but yet its like a thread; though seemingly simple, the intricate weaves of micro fibers make it what it looks like. sometimes the complexity of something so simple just astounds me. the micro fibers are like emotions. Friendship is based on emotions and bonds. Best friends have simple covalent bonds connected in a tetrahedral 3-d network. It is so strong that it is almost impossible to break. Yet like a diamond, it is so difficult to forge. Only going through trials and tribulations can a friendship become such a stoic one. Yet sometimes simple words can scratch the friendship, but they will never break it. I deeply treasure friendship. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-4889927920594502959?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/4889927920594502959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=4889927920594502959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4889927920594502959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4889927920594502959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1492757711393271319</id><published>2008-07-24T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:49:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I donated blood today. It didn't hurt. I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP tuition with the cool crew yesterday was good fun. It definitely brought about some benefit and also new discoveries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1492757711393271319?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1492757711393271319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1492757711393271319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1492757711393271319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1492757711393271319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-donated-blood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2460946018098596001</id><published>2008-07-23T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:31:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC is coming to an end already?</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking of this for a couple of days now. So many what ifs in JC. What if i had not joined squash and gone with band instead? What if i had not appealed to do the 4H2 combination? What if I had chosen to go to ACJC instead of NY? What if i had done arts instead of science? What if i had given up my place in 0725 to Noel? What if i had pushed myself a little harder and shined a little brighter? What if I never met my cool crew? What if I gave up and just quit JC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life is coming to an end. It only seems like yesterday when we first started, when we first introduced ourselves. When Irwin made us introduce ourselves to each other during tuition just now, it reminded me so much of when we first started out as a class. Hearing 'Hi, I'm Danielle, Hi, I'm Ashley, Hi, I'm Keefe, Hi, I'm Martin' sort of brought back a sense of nostalgia and a sudden sense of foreign relations. It has been a short two years. Jam packed with plenty of running for lessons, class disputes, class camaraderie, outings, night studies, bubble teas, lunches and laughing. I think about all the what ifs and what nots that i could have done. I think of all the maybes and how abouts. I think of all the what should have beens and why nots. Then i think, I don't regret my choices. I love my choices and I have God to thank for that. I know that whether it was a good choice or a bad choice i made, every second that I have lived in Nanyang JC has been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we look on to the last 98 days spent together as a class,&lt;br /&gt;Let us not look back on what we could have done.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, let us see how we can use the next 98 days to progress from a class,&lt;br /&gt;To friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum Spiro Spero,&lt;br /&gt;Class of 0725&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Junior College.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2460946018098596001?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2460946018098596001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2460946018098596001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2460946018098596001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2460946018098596001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/jc-is-coming-to-end-already.html' title='JC is coming to an end already?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5089801165245646140</id><published>2008-07-19T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T19:58:54.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Fest 2008</title><content type='html'>That stupid jingyi is tempting me to go for SingFest 2008 with her. But its wayyyy to expensive lehh! then she broke down the price for me saying it amounts to 30 cents a minute. i was like ?????? that girl is way ANAL i tell you. A-N-A-L. you spend too much free time thinking up the most warped ideas! Oh and i bought a new backpack for school. It looks rather crappy and is rather short but my mum paid for it and i need it to tide me through the next two months of school. Hence. I will carry it around. haha. okay. i'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5089801165245646140?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5089801165245646140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5089801165245646140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5089801165245646140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5089801165245646140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sing-fest-2008.html' title='Sing Fest 2008'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2778421929138246229</id><published>2008-07-16T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:58:25.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graded jaded</title><content type='html'>okay, my midyear results have been lackluster but on the bright side, i've managed to improve on every subject except for GP. but somehow i managed to get off the GP remedial programme and hence i'm home blogging this post whilst my class is still in school doing comprehension papers. i'm beginning to get my groove going for my mugging sessions already, considering the fact that i've managed to complete my approximation tutorial and i've begun to do my recurrence tutorial, and not forgetting being able to keep up with my chem and econs. i really do believe that i'm gonna score As for my a level. so let's all just keep our fingers crossed shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2778421929138246229?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2778421929138246229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2778421929138246229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2778421929138246229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2778421929138246229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/graded-jaded.html' title='Graded jaded'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-712464642073947556</id><published>2008-07-12T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:08:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis Escapades</title><content type='html'>If you don't know, i've been really digging tennis this past couple weeks. Thanks to that crazy noel who got me started. But i have to admit its really really addictive and beneficial for me. Kotani Yoshikazu, here i come! anyhoohaas, i realised that getting addicted to tennis makes you rather desperate as well. my classic example would be on Wednesday night. Two desperate agassi/nadaal/federer wannabes were desperately searching for tennis courts to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, noel asked me if i wanted to play tennis and i agreed, so after my much awaited sushi buffet outing with regi and yiching, i went home to change and get ready. then i called him to ask if he booked courts and he said no. great. so i looked out my window and lo and behold, court three was empty! so i quickly called him and told him to go down. then he told me to go ahead first and book the court. so i rushed down only to realise that some bugger grabbed it already. like hello people? don't you guys need to work? its only wednesday night. so i met noel at the clubhouse and we decided to go to school to play! (yes, the wonders of staying opposite our institution of choice). we walked into school and again, the tennis team was training or at least trying to. so we were quite bummed, until the genius in me said, why not sneak into amaranda gardens to play? fantastic idea, no? so we walked out of school and towards amaranda gardens. as we confidently strode into the condo, the security guards stopped us and questioned us. bummer. so we were like, errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... then we walked out. ahahahahaha. how embarassing. so noel and i decided to try school again thinking, wow. its eight already, hence the tennis boys should be gone. but noooooooo, they still were trying to train. feeling desperate we considered several options of which included breaking into chuan park, sneaking into springbloom and climbing over the school fence into amaranda gardens. of course being the rational and logical people we are, we decided to go back to chiltern and try our luck. but obviously we don't seem to have the dumb luck our darling monkey friend has and hence no available courts. so we did the next best thing, sneak into springbloom. we practically loitered outside the side gate for like 15 minutes for someone to arrive to open the gate. then finally when our target arrived, noel ran for the door and caught it just before the latch snapped shut. and we were in! so we walked all the way to their tennis courts and lo and behold there was no one playing! and thus there were no floodlights on either. undeterred, we two despos played in the dark for about half an hour until finally the lights in one court came on! hallelujah, praise the Lord! but i desperately needed to pee. so i went to the toilet and at the same time bought drinks. on my return, a girl came into the court with her racket and balls and that was like our doomsday messenger. again, we were not deterred and so i asked her, excuse me? how do you switch on the floodlights? and she said we had to go to the guard house to book the courts. so i went, oh, okay. noel suggested telling her the truth so as to obtain her unit number to book the court but i felt strongly against it. hence we decided to take any random unit number from the letterbox and just book the court. muahahahaha. just as we reached the guardhouse, i realised i have a friend staying in the condo. (yes, i have my moments) and so i called my friend and asked for her help to book the court! being the nice friend she is, she gladly told me her unit number and block so i could book it. and voila~ two happy tennis desperados playing tennis in springbloom. by that time it was 9.10. and we met at 7.30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-712464642073947556?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/712464642073947556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=712464642073947556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/712464642073947556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/712464642073947556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tennis-escapades.html' title='Tennis Escapades'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5020967067572541014</id><published>2008-07-05T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:24:18.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>I like the call by regina spektor. Its rather soothing, though in a different way from Jason Mraz. Anyways, i've experienced the best fun i've had in such a long time. Sentosa yesterday with half of 0725 was really really awesome. We had so much fun. And i actually played soccer. yes, I who can't understand why people like the game so much, played soccer. It was fun i have to admit. But this really goes just to show how great company can turn an event so boring to you into such great fun. I really really like my class of 0725, although we have yet to get our class teeshirt. okay, actually we have yet to make it nor come up with a solid design. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my new timetable looks rather shitty with all the remedial lessons. i really do hope i only have to go for like maybe one remedial? its gonna be soooo bad if i have to go for sooo many remedial lessons and end school at like 6ish everyday. rahh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5020967067572541014?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5020967067572541014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5020967067572541014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5020967067572541014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5020967067572541014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1941126036309341122</id><published>2008-07-01T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:00:00.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Okays, this is a really really old quiz from candice's blog that makes use of the ipod on shuffle mode to answer these questions. interesting? read it for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Abba - Dancing Queen&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like dancing? or maybe i'm in a celebratory mood cos its almost the end of the midyears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Song for a Friend - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;ask my friends? I'm sure they'd be able to tell you how good i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;We belong Together - Mariah Carey &lt;br /&gt;As friends should rightfully be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't got you - Alicia Keys  &lt;br /&gt;If i ain't got you i ain't getting married babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Baby Can I hold you - Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;-insert bestfriend's name here-, you horny bastard/bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Soul Bossanova&lt;br /&gt;I'm jamaican? Yo mon! wassup mon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Bubbly - Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was fun. Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;The Prayer - Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli&lt;br /&gt;Pray now its a lost art! Man, you can get anywhere through Christ! woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Take My Breath Away - Berlin&lt;br /&gt;My friends take my breath away? hmm either i have very goodlooking friends or friends that smell really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Grand March - Soichi Konagaya&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, exercise?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Praying For Time&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I soooo need time to do all the things i want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Takarajima (Treasure Island) - Tenri High School Band&lt;br /&gt;Yup, they are treasures! too bad they ain't alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Without You - X Japan&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes its going without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I'm bringing sexyback, yeah. you all know that i got a sexy back! yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve&lt;br /&gt;I'm a walking oxymoron who's really really good at music =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me - Colin Raye&lt;br /&gt;yeah i would, if you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;okay you guys are so gna laugh at this one. damn you Mika.&lt;br /&gt;Big Girl You Are Beautiful - Mika&lt;br /&gt;I may have moobies but i ain't got TATAS below okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful - Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;I am beautiful and hence yes they lust after me. You know you want me, XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Bless The Broken Road - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;Missionary work? wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten - Natasha Beddingfield&lt;br /&gt;Its still unwritten. MY IPOD DOESN'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;Far Away - Nickleback&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but still far away arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1941126036309341122?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941126036309341122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1941126036309341122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1941126036309341122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1941126036309341122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/ipod-mania.html' title='Ipod Mania'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3688739145918327793</id><published>2008-07-01T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:37:01.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt?</title><content type='html'>I feel soooo compelled to blog now thanks to yinhau. Reading his blog suddenly reminded me of how i used to blog about things that were deviated from my everyday life. But then ever since i entered JC this blog has become my little rant place and like a track record of my insanity. Oh wells, i guess we all change? anyways, if i haven't come to you and told you my new IN song yet, i'm currently digging Details in The Fabric by Jason Mraz feat. James Morrison. I tell you its the best shit ever! like seriously, if i were to crown the new shakespeare of the century it would be Jason Mraz. His sonnets (love songs) are absolutely jawdropping. the words flow out like sweet melody, filling your senses with this calm and sense of tranquility. anyways, my midyears have been rather screwed i would say. I really don't know what the outcome is going to be like. anyways, i'm going back to my jason mraz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3688739145918327793?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3688739145918327793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3688739145918327793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3688739145918327793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3688739145918327793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/07/guilt.html' title='Guilt?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-689582483713309617</id><published>2008-06-23T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:20:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Shmoley!</title><content type='html'>someone please make me sane? i'm losing my mind already. stupid exams. and to add on to that, i'm peeling like nobody's business. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-689582483713309617?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/689582483713309617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=689582483713309617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/689582483713309617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/689582483713309617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/06/holy-shmoley.html' title='Holy Shmoley!'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7309734728400059572</id><published>2008-06-17T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:43:00.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLENNKOHJIATIANISAMORON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M0U_aqKYqE/SFeXo4h1TxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScsB1-oyI_M/s1600-h/IMG_0776+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212801822329491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3M0U_aqKYqE/SFeXo4h1TxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScsB1-oyI_M/s320/IMG_0776+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY SUNBURNT BECAUSE SOME IDIOT REFUSED TO GO OFF UNTIL HE FINISHED READING HIS PHYSICS NOTES. SERIOUSLY, READING WHILE TANNING/SWIMMING?! DIE MONKEY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DIE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;THAT ASIDE, its like officially 5 more days til my midyears begin. and i haven't touched econs and physics. hallelujah. i'm so screwed. sunday was great great fun! the movie was great, the company was awesome! dinner was even better and the company was fantastic! i miss sg25 already! we are so gna go for FOP yeah? hahaha. oh and not forgetting my lunch yesterday where i spent a bomb eating at sakae sushi. but rahh... damn those cravings. hahaha. thanks eileen for having lunch with me! travelling to bukit batok is like taking a train to johore. i really really felt like i travelled to johore. hahaha. anyways, i'm quite happy with my life for now, okay, apart from having irritating friend(s) who cause me to get sunburns. its okay glenn, i still love you okay? well, in a platonic sense. but you die when we meet on monday. or maybe i shall be nice and let you finish your papers first hahaha. let's see how it goes. muahahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7309734728400059572?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7309734728400059572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7309734728400059572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7309734728400059572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7309734728400059572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/06/glennkohjiatianisamoron.html' title='GLENNKOHJIATIANISAMORON'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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/_3M0U_aqKYqE/SFeXo4h1TxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ScsB1-oyI_M/s72-c/IMG_0776+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11180447.post-9113450038758028667</id><published>2008-06-02T21:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:03:02.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre University Seminar 2008</title><content type='html'>okay, pre u sem was a really really enriching experience. I have like so many new perspectives on our current affairs and issues pertaining to singapore now. Seriously, i never knew that us singaporeans are among the top 10 percent elites in the world. And that means Singaporeans in general. It is only because of the constant competition we have within ourselves which somehow seems to blind us from the rest of the world. We tend to see things in a microscopic view and fail to try and get a bird's eye view of the world as we know it. I guess to some extent, no matter how much we want to say that Singaporeans are all equal, we always end up seeing some people who are still better off than others. Elitism in Singapore is not going to go away any time soon and sadly, it is a fact. however, one comment made by a friend from RJC in pre u sem has made me feel as if there is hope. We all know the stigmatisation of people from RJC being elitist, but the comment that my friend made during one of our panel discussions struck a chord in me. His comment to the panel was 'i feel that the reason why singaporeans are going overseas to work is mainly due to the fact that we keep emphasizing on being the best and if you are not the best, you are nothing in Singapore.' somehow, i totally concur with this statement and it really made me sit up and listen. of course, i have plenty of respect for that dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was but one of the many insights i've gained over the past week and to share everything would be almost impossible. serious matters aside, it's time to share about my interesting group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomie is from HCI and when i first walked into the room, he wasn't there. His bags were though. My first thought when i realised my roommate was going to be from hwa chong was 'oh dear, its gonna be some weirdo nerd/geek as my roomie.' but when i actually saw him, i was pleasently surprised, no make that completely floored. He totally was the opposite of what i thought. Loud, fun and great company would be the best words to describe him. Honestly, i never knew hwa chong students knew how to have fun! another person who struck me was Gabriel. He's like seventeen but looks like fifteen? haha. he's like the small brother of the group. then you have heidi who is like 17 but looks like 7, until she opens her mouth. And not forgetting the president of the R club, Sharon Zheng! R club btw stands for retard club. she really is quite a sotong and yet i hear she's the top in level for the IP programme in TJC. then we have dear Nadia who's a bombshell. She's like damn cool and fun to hang and talk with. Oh and Manaswini who's like aishwaraya rai's sister? haha. not forgetting my favourite trinity! Suyi oh suyi, your sepet eyes hide such a horny person inside. lol. and there's fa'iz and penghui who are just crazy. not forgetting wilson, yuyan and xiaoshen who are like always there to make noise. Fun noise though. The student liason officers (SLOs) or SLOWS for that matter, are also damn cool. Qahhar and his funny antics, Shu Hui and her aunty self and Jian Hong and his calm cool collected self. Betty is damn pretty and sweet and i love her hair and artworks. Simon is the most decent and nice boy ever to walk the earth i believe. although he needs to work on waking up earlier. haha. I dare say i thoroughly enjoyed pre u sem and i believe my group is a fantastic one. the fun times singing against sg26, the shortcuts and smarts exhibited in the digital code race, the common appreciation of the film Sepet, the falling asleep during parallel presentations. All these are more than just memories. They're like a whole chapter in our life. I'm definitely sure that God had answered my prayers for a fantastic group and a great room mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG25, ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s61.photobucket.com/albums/h73/simplynutty/SG%2025/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SG25056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h73/simplynutty/SG%2025/SG25056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-9113450038758028667?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/9113450038758028667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11180447.post-6891870982830244311</id><published>2008-05-29T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:33:45.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Timothy rckstr yeo has finally succumbed to the stupidity of human nature and the blurness of a sotong. i.e  I LOST MY PHONE. okay, i feel so stupid and irritated with myself but its okay, i'll get through this somehow. anyways, pre u sem has been real great and i'm online now cos i'm using my roomie's laptop to blog. he's a real great person but i'll talk more about pre u sem when i feel a better mood. til then, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6891870982830244311?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11180447.post-4570569475996143948</id><published>2008-05-21T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:56:16.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fair</title><content type='html'>argh. i had to attend a one hour pointless lecture on recap for chem spa skill A today because i forgot to write the word 'amount' in my script. other classes get to go for the elucidation lecture if they pass their spa practice. our class has to get full marks. how not to mug you tell me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-4570569475996143948?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/4570569475996143948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=4570569475996143948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4570569475996143948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4570569475996143948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-fair.html' title='No Fair'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6934513952446834017</id><published>2008-05-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:23:37.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugger Alert!</title><content type='html'>Noel smsed me something today which really made me sit up and think. he said, eh, why is it that everytime i see your class people, they're always studying arh? my reply was, that's cos we have to study. and he shot back saying oh, so people like me are smart and hence no need to study. my reply was, whatever. but now i think my reply should have been a lil more snotty. i.e: that's how we score better grades than YOU. muahahahahaa. but anyways, i passed mathematics. With a B grade. best grade ever for my maths so far! i'm proud of myself. afterall, i didn't quite expect myself to pass. oh, i had a funny dream a few nights ago. I dreamt that glenn got an E for his H3 and he was like lying down on the floor completely kesian. and i was trying to cheer him up, to no avail. but somehow, i woke up laughing and i told him that. and that boy was like, -.- i laughed even more. i'm quite happy with my progress, and i really am thankful to the Lord for taking me through these trying times. when i have people literally breathing down my neck, i'm able to excel under pressure. sometimes pressure really does bring out the best in you. i never felt so motivated to study without any upcoming major exams. i believe that in due time, those five distinctions are gonna be mine. ALL MINE! muahahahaha. but first, i've got to conquer mt physics! okay, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: martin, if you are reading this, just let it slideeeeeeeeeeee, like right about now? cos you don't know my name. goo fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6934513952446834017?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6934513952446834017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6934513952446834017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6934513952446834017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6934513952446834017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mugger-alert.html' title='Mugger Alert!'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7156276894608594999</id><published>2008-05-12T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:29:20.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Encounters</title><content type='html'>I frankly do believe that because of 0725, i'm going crazy. like seriously going crazy. i don't understand how i can do any thing so insane back in secondary school. frankly speaking i think nura and candice would probably smack me for being such a dong. IDK! honestly speaking, singing retardedly in order to irritate martin and still happily letting him 'video' me. i think i'm crazy. and its also because of glenn. like seriously. burping at the same time. and he has to compete with me about that. the situation was as such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking back to school from dinner and we were both bloated. so at the same time we both went 'BUURP'. then i looked at him, and he immediately went 'HAHA! i win! i'm louder.' i was like... 'what?! like that you also want to compete?! crazy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we climbed up the staircase back to school and we coughed at the same time and the same thing happened again. like omgwtfbbq? how old are you you crazy boy? but anyways, that's just like a tip off the iceberg of the retarded things i do in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait til you hear about the conversations martin keefe and i have. gosh. i honestly do believe that i'm going crazy. oh and not forgetting that little girl mabel lim chun mei. i think she's the most retarded girl in my class. she and yingxuan are driving me crazy can? everyday without fail one of them will come and shoot me with some comment. rahh... okay. that's enough. i'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7156276894608594999?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7156276894608594999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7156276894608594999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7156276894608594999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7156276894608594999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-encounters.html' title='Crazy Encounters'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1436051273600781030</id><published>2008-05-11T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:32:50.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>timo vs organic chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS AN OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE STATING THAT TIMOTHY ROCKSTAR YEO OF CLASS 0725 HAS OFFICIALLY TRIUMPHED OVER ORGANIC CHEMISTRY IN THE VERY HEATED BATTLE ON FRIDAY 9TH OF MAY. IT WAS A VERY CLOSE BATTLE AND HE WON WITH THE SCORE OF 30 TO 16. IOW: I PASSED MY CHEMISTRY TEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1436051273600781030?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1436051273600781030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1436051273600781030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1436051273600781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1436051273600781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/05/timo-vs-organic-chemistry.html' title='timo vs organic chemistry'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-4088055512449498769</id><published>2008-05-07T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:11:08.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The End?</title><content type='html'>Is this the end? maybe. but no matter what, it definitely is a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-4088055512449498769?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/4088055512449498769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=4088055512449498769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4088055512449498769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4088055512449498769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-this-end.html' title='Is This The End?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1344540679540350653</id><published>2008-04-30T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:51:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Bloggings</title><content type='html'>TAGGED BY G! (I TAG NURA, CANDICE, ASHLEY, YINGXUAN, YICHING, PEIWEN, LEEYEN, YOU) 8 RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF YOUR LOVER BETRAYED YOU, WHAT WILL YOUR REACTION BE?&lt;br /&gt;idk. i'd probably be mad at her and then break up and find someone hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. IF YOU CAN HAVE A DREAM TO COME TRUE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ARE YOU CONFUSED ON WHAT LIES AHEAD OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR IDEAL LOVER LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;oh you are sooooooooo delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. WHICH IS MORE BLESSED, LOVING SOMEONE OR BEING LOVED BY SOMEONE ELSE?&lt;br /&gt;its a racemic mixture! being loved and loving someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF THE PERSON YOU LIKE DOES NOT ACCEPT YOU, WILL YOU WAIT UNTIL HIS/HER FEELINGS CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;hmm. i'll let you know when i decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. IF THE PERSON YOU LIKE IS ALREADY ATTACHED, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;plot the death of her lover and put the blame on my pet chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IS THERE ANYTHING THAT HAS MADE YOU UNHAPPY RECENTLY?&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU WANT THE MOST IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. IS BEING TAGGED FUN?&lt;br /&gt;not really. idk. G! you're so wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. IF YOU FIND OUT THAT YOUR BEST FRIEND IS GOING OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND, HOW WOULD YOU REACT?&lt;br /&gt;GLENN YOU SLY BASTARD. STICK TO YOUR OWN KIND OF PRIMATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHO IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;my family, friends, and God (if he/she was a person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK I AM?&lt;br /&gt;noisy, not as tall as me, squeaky, leftie and GHETTO ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WOULD YOU RATHER BE SINGLE AND RICH OR MARRIED AND POOR?&lt;br /&gt;Married and Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. IF THE PERSON YOU LIKE CANNOT RECOGNISE YOU, WHAT WOULD YOU DO/HOW WOULD YOU REACT?&lt;br /&gt;have a wild fling with her and then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR ALL IN A RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. IF YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH TWO PERSONS SIMULTANEOUSLY, WHO WOULD YOU PICK?&lt;br /&gt;err... the one who picks me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT KIND OF FRIENDS DO YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;scandalous, moronic, short, hairy, funny, chipmunk like, cockroach feelers like, bimbo, nunubirdlike, people who hate the word chey, noisy, talkative, funny, can eat chilli, silly, random, funny, humble, humourous, and did i mention funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF YOU PLAYED A PRANK ON SOMEONE, AND HE/SHE FELL FOR THE TRICK, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;laugh. pause for breath. think of how stupid the person is. repeat steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOUR MUM BOUGHT YOU A CAR WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;i thought my hint at the black ferrari was obvious? why this mini cooper? you're just trying to make me lose weight again right ma?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1344540679540350653?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1344540679540350653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1344540679540350653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1344540679540350653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1344540679540350653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-bloggings.html' title='Random Bloggings'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5801416001978112665</id><published>2008-04-29T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:21:03.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Have. No. Life.</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty tough and stressful this past two weeks. Clearing my shitloads of tutorials and trying my bestest to get my act together to do well for my midyears. I'm honestly quite sick of not doing well at my studies. Seriously. I believe that this boy has become a mugger. He gave up psycho-ing his classmates to go and get free ben and jerry's ice cream for a mug session at the library. and here comes the best bit; he enjoyed it. he actually enjoyed it and felt so much accomplishment. timo, oh timo. where art thou joyfulness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk. i guess its just that i'm sick of looking like a sad loser who does nothing but waste time away. i believe that i'm going to keep working hard all the way til the A levels. Five As. Its my destiny. i really miss all the crazy things i used to do. but now i am glad i have 0725. seriously, i've never had so much fun with a class before. the endless ramblings with mabel and yingxuan, the retardness with martin and keefe, the dumb moments with miss see shi min, the times i play detective trying to find out what darren is saying, the interesting observations of our class beaver, ahpek moments with weixun, the 147 club with szexia, vane, yx and mabel, the 'intelligent' talks with danielle su and the list goes on. oh yeah, and i almost forgot about the awkward moments with glenn. well, i am quite thankful to God for giving me such a class to destress. Without them, JC life would pretty much be hell. and so yeah, i'm really glad i have them! well. its back to the books for me now. peace out ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5801416001978112665?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5801416001978112665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5801416001978112665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5801416001978112665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5801416001978112665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-no-life.html' title='I. Have. No. Life.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7388817963253817896</id><published>2008-04-21T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:27:09.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash Tourneys</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i got to play mjc! haha. okay it was kinda dumb cos in the morning i was like 'should i pack shorts? i'm not gonna play anyway.' but i did anyway. what rocked was when we arrived at kallang squash and tennis centre, coach was briefing the team and deciding on team line up and he went 'number 1, tie zheng play. number 2, timothy play.' i was like omgwtfbbq? hahaha. i was totally shocked but yeah happy that i got to play. of course i was like i'm so gonna try my darndest. then i find out that my opponent is the mjc captain. coach told me that he wanted me to go and play and enjoy, no pressure. so i told myself okay! and then when my match came, i lost like 9-3, 9-7 then a miracle happened and i took the third set 9-6 then i finally lost 9-7. haha. though i lost, i was satisfied with my performance though that bugger glenn still says that i could have won had i run harder. rahh. okay. enough of that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7388817963253817896?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7388817963253817896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7388817963253817896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7388817963253817896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7388817963253817896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/04/squash-tourneys.html' title='Squash Tourneys'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1935335820300927781</id><published>2008-03-29T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:28:23.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportation, Ichiban Boshi and a very boring night.</title><content type='html'>Timothy is bored. Timothy is bored. Timothy is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like so bored can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went to meet my mum and her besties last night for dinner before selena tan's show. It was good dinner i must say. Ichiban boshi oiishi. lol. but anyways, the service was kinda slow. I don't know if it was just me or the whole world was moving at a very very slow pace. Like seriously. I was waiting for like half an hour for bus 133 to arrive to take me to the esplanade. Bad choice considering i gave myself about 45 mins to get to the esplanade. i mean, on top of the uber long wait, the bus took almost forever to move! after 30 mins of mind gruelling and slow moving traffic, i arrived at lavender mrt station. i was completely irritated. seriously. what's the point of construction of better roads when the construction obstructs traffic?! hello? you make no sense right? anyways, i got so fed up i took a train down to city hall mrt instead. that cut short my travelling time by like half an hour thank you very much. it took me 10 mins to get down. i'm like so taking the train next time. but then comes the long walk through citylink mall. the crowd on a friday evening is friggin crazy. its literally people mountain, people sea. but anyways, i digress. So i was going down the friggin escalator that moved at the pace of an old granny walking down the stairs. yes, like that old granny that blocked our dear old mr bean from going down the stairs quickly. i thought i had aged a few years before i managed to get down. then comes the crowd that seems to not move. like people just stood and watched some performance and jammed up the walkway. hello? whatever happened to our courtesy lion? did he get mobilised to hunt mas selamat too? okay, i'm ranting. yes. but i'm really really bored. i don't have much of a choice. there is absolutely nothing to do at all. and its a saturday night. argh i miss Yiching! at least there would be someone equally as bored as me on a saturday night whom i can call to ask to go for supper or something! but now, we're separated by jakarta, papua new guinea, some ocean, etc. argh. okay, i shall go dig for ice cream. bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1935335820300927781?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1935335820300927781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1935335820300927781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1935335820300927781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1935335820300927781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/03/transportation-ichiban-boshi-and-very.html' title='Transportation, Ichiban Boshi and a very boring night.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3817016431303461198</id><published>2008-03-16T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:07:56.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Tests are for Muggers</title><content type='html'>I don't like the common tests. As i sit here typing, i'm wasting precious time that should be spent on studying for my CTs but i say screw it. i say it again, screw it. and again. screw it. i really don't know what i'm doing with my life, but i really gotta get my act together. somehow. oh and i think i'm turning gay. david archuleta is like amazing! does that mean i'm gay? or bi? doesn't matter. but anyways, i have officially become an idiot. i can't believe like everyone knew about it except for me. rahh. okay. its late and there's church tmr. i gotta go. til then my darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3817016431303461198?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3817016431303461198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3817016431303461198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3817016431303461198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3817016431303461198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/03/common-tests-are-for-muggers.html' title='Common Tests are for Muggers'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-345128304498284971</id><published>2008-02-23T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:14:29.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay Withdrawal Symptoms.</title><content type='html'>ok. I know that this is kinda late, but still i'm gonna say that Chingay 2008 rocked! i really really loved every minute of it. I definitely had a blast working with miss teng jia chien and her crazy smiley face antics! And the volunteers in sector 7 were really really nice and easy to work with! Of course not forgetting my favourite SICs who have been going through all the work with me since november last year! It really was a very enriching and eye opening experience for me to be a part of Chingay Dream Team 2008. Friendships forged are really gonna go a long way for me and of course the camaraderie we had with each other was just amazing. Its so natural, so innate that even the heartware network people say that we're one of the best bunch of SICs for Chingay! woo us! alrighty then. i really gotta get back to work. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-345128304498284971?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/345128304498284971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=345128304498284971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/345128304498284971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/345128304498284971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/02/chingay-withdrawal-symptoms.html' title='Chingay Withdrawal Symptoms.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6816050210510621109</id><published>2008-01-28T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:41:36.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_scorpio_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes" &gt;blog quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6816050210510621109?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6816050210510621109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6816050210510621109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6816050210510621109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6816050210510621109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets101-quizzes-blog-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6528619919165544773</id><published>2008-01-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:27:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chingay Fund Raising</title><content type='html'>I thought yesterday was a BLAST! Seriously. haha. Although I had to go down to Jurong East Mrt station by like 7.30 in the morning, i still had so much fun! From the cheering to the walking to the eating to the singing to the EPSON BUS, it was a freaking helluva time! Especially the epson bus. All the screaming and going crazy on the bus was so much fun! We took peektures and videos and forged new friendships, and the parade has yet to come. I can't wait for these two weeks to pass! then Chingay itself will arrive and we will rock it! alright! Go Chingay Dream Team '08!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6528619919165544773?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6528619919165544773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6528619919165544773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6528619919165544773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6528619919165544773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/01/chingay-fund-raising.html' title='Chingay Fund Raising'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3237794663136902241</id><published>2008-01-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:24:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New School Year Begins</title><content type='html'>School has started for most of us and I'm feeling bittersweet about going back to school. For one, it means waking up at 7 almost everyday to cross the road to get to school. It also means I have to face my social issues in school. Of course not forgetting the incomplete holiday assignments that seem to be piling higher than beijing 101. I really do dread going back to school. Not because i hate lessons and stuff. Unlike the past, I now find lessons more interesting than doing nothing useful at home. I miss my music though. Maybe its time to pick up the pen again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I got myself a new girlfriend? She's called the A levels. I have no choice but to ace the A levels if I want to go and read law in NUS. Which kinda sucks as I know that Law to me is just an idealistic major. That means, I don't see myself being a lawyer. Sometimes its just so hard to make decisions. Especially when I have no idea what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it is kinda nice to see my friends around in school again and I do miss some of them. Thing is, life being a bitch makes living quite difficult. I wish sometimes things would go my way all the time. Yes, it is self centered. But i'm allowed to dream aren't I? oh well. This has been the longest post in a while man. Gosh, do I miss those times when I could just rattle on and on and on forever but now it seems almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;If only you could see what i see, that you're the answer to my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3237794663136902241?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3237794663136902241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3237794663136902241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3237794663136902241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3237794663136902241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-school-year-begins.html' title='A New School Year Begins'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7543656283266417573</id><published>2008-01-04T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:16:55.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I know i'm like four days overdue but nonetheless, HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! a new skin for the new year. how cool can i get? aiite. i'm settling back down into school and everything seems to be going right for now. except, well. nevermind. hahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7543656283266417573?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7543656283266417573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7543656283266417573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7543656283266417573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7543656283266417573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-923944488289051367</id><published>2007-12-30T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T23:51:54.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>2007 is finally coming to an end. Made a few good friends, lost a few. oh well. people come and people go. Of course that long standing battle of mine is still going on. I'm really really irritated that i still can't get over it. Like seriously, what's wrong with me? Anyone has a clue? (besides candice and nura of course) Naturally, this year end countdown party is gonna be at my place again and i'm quite looking forward to it. I always like the crossing over into a new year. A new beginning.To start things afresh. New year resolutions won't be made this year since they're meant to be broken, no? I do however have a wish and this wish is really really important to me. I wish that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-923944488289051367?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/923944488289051367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=923944488289051367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/923944488289051367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/923944488289051367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3386886877732934589</id><published>2007-12-21T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:44:15.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closure'/><title type='text'>HSR</title><content type='html'>Today marks the last day of my working life! I know, this blog has been dead for eons. But now, i'm back to update you about my life. well. not much. The past month has been more or less revolving around work and chingay. Social networks have been widened and new friendships have been forged. All in all, it has been good and i'm proud of myself! okays. i really think i suck at blogging. so there. i'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3386886877732934589?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3386886877732934589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3386886877732934589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3386886877732934589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3386886877732934589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/12/hsr.html' title='HSR'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8039493767072652991</id><published>2007-11-21T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T12:57:54.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Work Life</title><content type='html'>I'm at work now and unlike my dear bestie, Chua Si Hui, i have access to the internet. haha. anyways, work is good. considering the fact that i've got munchy dounuts downstairs and fabulous scissors cut curry rice nearby. and it takes me a lil over 15 mins to get to work! how sweet is that? i'm really digging this and i'm quite happy that i'm working cos i really need to earn extra moolah! hahahaa. okays, that's enough updates for now. better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8039493767072652991?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8039493767072652991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8039493767072652991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8039493767072652991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8039493767072652991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/11/work-life.html' title='The Work Life'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8990144267556483075</id><published>2007-11-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:02:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR HERITAGE</title><content type='html'>I was having this conversation with a friend recently about our heritage and like i don't understand why some teenagers like to consider themselves more ang moh than asian. Especially when they have no angmoh blood coursing through their veins. Its kinda hilarious really, the cultural imperialism of the West dominating and conquering our East. I can proudly say that i love being chinese with a touch of thai blood! so why is it that some teenagers like to think of themselves as Americans or British, but for generalisation and stereotype's sake, lets say American. it really makes no sense to me as why we're trying to be a bunch of bananas. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside. I mean, isn't it great that we all are descendants of China? The history of China stretches way back, way before that stupid excuse for an explorer, Christopher Columbus discovered America. and FYI, he thought that he had found CHINA. so, what does this explain? furthermore, the sleeping dragon of the East, aka, China is rising up in the economy and can actually go up even faster if they are just willing to revalue the yuan. but, not until i get my hands on their shopping there. If they revalued the yuan, i'm sure they'll whack the faces of benjamin franklin and george washington so fast that they would have never had seen it coming.! and india is like the next silicon valley. Look at karnataka, its like the silicon valley of the east. Plus, asia is the biggest continent on the planet. We have people of so many different colours gathered on this big chunk of land. I say that it is time to step out and declare proudly our heritage. Because, it is a part of us, our past, present and future. Something that is not worth losing. It is intangible and it is priceless. Money can't buy you a colourful ancestory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, Happy Birthday Tim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8990144267556483075?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8990144267556483075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8990144267556483075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8990144267556483075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8990144267556483075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-heritage.html' title='OUR HERITAGE'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-9017692538925773002</id><published>2007-11-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T11:48:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The chase, the spot, the car ride, the fish, the carpark, the rooftop, the esplanade, the cake, the ants, the joy ride, the prata, the cards, the present, the curfew, the friends, the joy, the love, the fun, the birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up the day i spent with Candice, Nura, Jerald and Clemence yesterday. haha. Thanks so much for everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-9017692538925773002?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/9017692538925773002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=9017692538925773002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9017692538925773002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9017692538925773002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/11/day.html' title='The day.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7658756303948856876</id><published>2007-10-24T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:23:21.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><title type='text'>Whoops...</title><content type='html'>Its been like 2 weeks since i last blogged. well, the past two weeks have been rather eventful. to sum up, the fight, the reunion, the scare. yupp. these three major events happened. I think i ought to dedicate a portion of this post to Danielle Su Li Wan for being a great friend! Let's just say she helped me save a part of me that was lost and now i gotta thank her for it and i really owe her one! haha. wells. everything's cool between me and 'friend' now if you are wondering. i know this post seems rather ambiguous and you're probably thinking what on earth is timo talking about now. well... hmm... too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to secure a job with my Godpa's company during the holidays. Yes, timo the whale is actually going out to work. quickly go buy your 4 digits. 2410 is the number i pick. wells, its been quite nice that i managed to like catch up with my Godpa after like almost my entire childhood? so yeah, i really thank God for that. i got to see his offices. note: OFFICES. zomg the view of the singapore flyer and esplanade from his office is damn nice! gah. i so aspire to have an office like that someday! his merc. is also damn cool. gosh. hahaha. anyways, it really was great of him to take time out of his busy schedule to catch up with me! of course, noel got a free trip as well. haha. he bought us sakae sushi for dinner. i'm floored. haha. but anyways, i really am looking forward to starting work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the results for the promos are out and i've a few friends who didn't make the cut. i do empathise with them, especially since i've experienced it before. however, my message to them is to be strong and not take things negatively! its always a learning experience and everything happens for a reason! so make good use of the extra year to score even better than you would have if you'd been promoted! i'm behind you guys all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna in the highest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7658756303948856876?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7658756303948856876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7658756303948856876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7658756303948856876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7658756303948856876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoops.html' title='Whoops...'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6252148816588276207</id><published>2007-10-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T21:48:01.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Had A Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend who always likes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to enjoy life and play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He liked to play ball and other sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To pass his time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend who always seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to never understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That friendships are between two friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To clap, it takes two hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend who seemed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fun one to chill with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But being there for you, when you need him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is but an ancient myth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend who takes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For granted and of no worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so i decided for my benefit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To separate us with a girth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend who never seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fully comprehend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship, love or loyalty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Traits exhibited by man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a friend, or so i thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that would be here for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many a time i've been let down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And suddenly I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I have a friend' is what he presumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but taking it from my end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really feeling indifferent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As if i had a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6252148816588276207?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6252148816588276207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6252148816588276207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6252148816588276207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6252148816588276207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-friend.html' title='I had a friend.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8813298652437433357</id><published>2007-10-07T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T20:26:57.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Its finally sunken in that the promotional exams are over and that now i've got a bit of spare time. I know its not like as if i can throw away all my books or burn them. 1) cos there is still the A levels to worry about and 2) i don't have books. we use lecture notes. anyways, so its been a great time having so much fun and enjoying myself but as the coming week encroaches, the fear of getting back our paper sinks in. Examination result slips are bound to tear some people apart and for some, make them dizzy with joy. Me? I've left it all up to God a long time ago and i seriously am not worried cos He has made a way for me and i accept it. I'm considering taking up a vaction job so as to supplement my driving lessons ever since my mummy agreed to let me take lessons. So its kinda cool that now i'm gonna be able to learn driving. And NO candice. That doesn't mean i'm gonna chauffeur you around. Its such great excitement for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang is making theiryear ones attend a career seminar tomorrow and I've selected the lectures i want to attend. Hotel and MINDEF. lols. too bad they don't have Law. but anyways, i'm kinda looking forward to tomorrow cos we're gonna go to play at minds/pitstop/settlers cafe! I can't wait man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, its kinda scary to think that one year of Junior College life has just whizzed past like that. I mean, seriously? It only seemed like yesterday we were mugging for the O levels and today we're almost reaching the halfway point of our junior college education. well, at least for the majority of us. I know that retaining can be quite a bitch and i've experienced it before so i can vouch that sometimes its only a matter of how you view life. You can have the best things in life but if you're a pessimist or someone who keeps wanting more, then you'll never ever get to enjoy the simple pleasures and learn about how great your life is already. You'll never seem to just sit and enjoy your life and be thankful for what you already have. So take a positive outlook on life and things will get better. Its okay to be angry and wallow in self pity for a while. But after taht, get over it and move on. Failure doesn't mean its the end. It only means you have to try harder. old and cliched as much as it sounds, i believe that the saying 'if at first you don't succeed, try and try again' really is meaningful and brings out the essence of a failure. So people, don't give up on your life just because life is being a bitch. If life gives you chickens, make lemonade! so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i did this quiz thingy which i saw on nurain's blog and who did it cos she saw it on candice's blog. lols. and here's my results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width='100%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N'&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt; You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Communication, English, Film, Journalism, Literature, or Writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width='50%'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;History/Anthropology/LiberalArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;HR/BusinessManagement&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Psychology/Sociology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Education/Counseling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;French/Spanish/OtherLanguage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;PoliticalScience/Philosophy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Visual&amp;PerformingArts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Religion/Theology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Accounting/Finance/Marketing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Geology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nursing/AthleticTraining/Health&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Physics/Engineering/Computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mathematics/Statistics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8813298652437433357?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8813298652437433357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8813298652437433357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8813298652437433357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8813298652437433357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6228688681640464571</id><published>2007-10-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:30:07.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Promo Blues</title><content type='html'>It has been quite depressing that the promos are over. So i took it upon myself to go cheer poor me up. Hence, last night i went out for dinner with the guys from 0725. It was a good time, and we crapped quite a fair bit. The girls were supposed to meet us but they decided that they were too tired from all that shopping. So they asked me to meet for lunch instead tomorrow(today). Yea, today was AWESOME. Like seriously, we had such fun playing air hockey, watching balls of fury and of course, playing games at pitstop! I seriously haven't had such fun in AGES! gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6228688681640464571?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6228688681640464571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6228688681640464571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6228688681640464571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6228688681640464571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/10/post-promo-blues.html' title='Post Promo Blues'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2410697500142020960</id><published>2007-10-04T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T16:46:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Are Over =(</title><content type='html'>IT has finally come to a close. I have to say this. THE PROMOS ARE OVER! oh no. what am i going to do now with all this time? well, i guess i shall just go party somewhere. yeah. that'd be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2410697500142020960?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2410697500142020960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2410697500142020960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2410697500142020960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2410697500142020960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/10/promos-are-over.html' title='Promos Are Over =('/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1029715395911200165</id><published>2007-09-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:47:51.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotional News Update</title><content type='html'>The promos have started and mass slaughter of nanyang jc students have begun. We began the battle with the General Paper on monday where students sat there trying to desperately squeeze their creative juices to answer questions on why a missing childhood stumps a child's creativity. Ironical? Day 2 of the siege was no better with the mathematics paper stumping students with horrendous equations of lines, circles and cakes. A student was reported tearing out her hair whilst attempting to answer a rather lengthy question on lines. Why do they torture them on lines? lines are straight and don't really like touching their own ends. just like the majority of men in singapore. Day 3 saw a turning point (was it stationary?) in the events. The chemistry paper proved to start of rather rough with ethanoic acid being sprayed all around, dissolving the brains of many students into mush and water. Then the second paper was served and the students managed to get a decent swing to lobby it back to the faculty. There were however, unfortunate casualties of the day as well, sadly. The report is just in. A certain monkey has been found unconscious after the chemistry paper and is now in ICU as doctors prepare to conduct surgery on him so he can recover in time for the economics paper. How will day 4 go? stay tuned to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1029715395911200165?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029715395911200165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1029715395911200165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1029715395911200165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1029715395911200165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/09/promotional-news-update.html' title='Promotional News Update'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-544060958438626006</id><published>2007-09-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T23:29:05.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;PEOPLE DO CHANGE, DON'T THEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-544060958438626006?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/544060958438626006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=544060958438626006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/544060958438626006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/544060958438626006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/09/change.html' title='CHANGE'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6290947419265618503</id><published>2007-09-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:29:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>1. (the person who tagged you is) - Candice Chua Bim Bo and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ashley See Min Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (your relationship with him/her is) - Candice: BFFs. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ashley: great friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (5 impressions you have of him/her) - Horny, silly, pretty, whiny, cannot count. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;silly, bimbo, pretty, cannot count, fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (the most memorable thing he/she has done for you) - Stand up for me against Keith Tan Slut Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;allowing me to poke fun at her all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most memorable words he/she has said to you) - timooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (if he/she becomes your lover, you will) - faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;find a way to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. (if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be) - her counting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ditto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. (if he/she becomes your enemy, you will) - die of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;exile her to China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. (if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be) - She took the last doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;she called me fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. (the most desirable thing you want to do for him/her now is) - Buy her a nice little irritating parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;refer to point 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. (your overall impression of him/her is) - My confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;pretty.... bimbotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. (how you think people around you will feel about you) - People think of me as a nice jovial person. In actual fact, i'm an alien from outer space, but please don't tell anyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. (the characteristic you love about yourself is) - I love people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. (the characteristic you hate about yourself is) - I love too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. (the most ideal person you want to be is) - Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. (for people that care and like you, say something to them) - I love me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. (pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Momma Ching!&lt;br /&gt;2. Abi-gayle&lt;br /&gt;3. Madelyn&lt;br /&gt;4. Ash Lee&lt;br /&gt;5. Brother one more time!&lt;br /&gt;6. Huifang&lt;br /&gt;7. Monkey&lt;br /&gt;8. Noel&lt;br /&gt;9. Kumar&lt;br /&gt;10. Pee Jay&lt;br /&gt;(who is no.6 having a relationship with?) - I don't know. She won't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.9 a male or female?) - Good question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?) - omgwtfbbqlolkmtccperpmtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What is no.2 studying?) - Temasek Polytechnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?) - been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What kind of music does no.8 like?) - Mainstream stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any siblings?) - 1 older brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Will you woo no.3?) - haha. Signed, sealed, delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How about no.7?) - Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.4 single?) - Yea, though she has no lack of suitors. Read: the letters of J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatâ€™s the surname of no.5?) - Makmakmak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whatâ€™s the hobby of no.4?) - Playing with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do no.5 and 9 get along well?) - They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Say something casual about no.1) - Mommaching knows best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Have you tried developing feelings for no.8?) - I'm really traumatised now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where does no.9 live?) -somewhere in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What colour does no.4 like?) - blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Are no.5 and 1 best friends?) - they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.7 like no.2?) - yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How did you get to know no.2?) - At the clearance sale at takashimaya hor aunty? lols. nah, we were classmates in sec 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Does no.1 have any pets?) - i don't think she likes animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?) - Hairiest, yes. Sexiest? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6290947419265618503?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6290947419265618503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6290947419265618503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6290947419265618503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6290947419265618503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3961000106570986791</id><published>2007-09-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:32:05.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Family vs. Friends</title><content type='html'>I don't know. I feel that for someone who seems to cherish friendship so much, a one that has trust in it is difficult to find. One that holds meaning true to itself is almost impossible to come by. I really dont know if i've found it yet. something tells me i haven't. maybe its because i ask too much. maybe its because i'm too picky. maybe its me. I don't know. Like yiching, who's pet peeve is when someone uses the C-word. I too have a pet peeve. I don't friggin understand why is it that people like to use, 'see how first' or 'if more people go then i go'. Like i mean, when i ask you if you want to go out, you either say yes or no. don't come and tell me see how first. so what, i'm just gonna be left hanging waiting for a reply until that day itself? i need to make plans you know? like comeon. maybe its just the band major in me acting up where we need to plan in advance, but i absolutely hate it when people tell me see how first. can't you just make up your fickle friggin mind? gah. sorry, i'm just feeling super emotional right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3961000106570986791?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3961000106570986791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3961000106570986791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3961000106570986791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3961000106570986791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/09/family-vs-friends.html' title='Family vs. Friends'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5236446596986784269</id><published>2007-08-29T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:15:15.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>I got back the results of my second round of lecture test! As usual, physics was a sUper grade. Ungraded lah.  But, i scored A for math. yes, you over there, don't faint. I scored an A grade for H2 mathematics. *screams like glenn* okay, technically speaking, i can't do that. Screaming like glenn, that is, not scoring As for math. (p.s: i got double As for math at o levels so there!). But i digress. Next is economics which i had not studied for and i got a B grade! and finally i scraped through chemistry by the skin of my teeth. BUT I'M FRIGGIN PROUD OF MAHSELF YALL! yupps. GP was okay, i got C and chinese dropped to a D. but hey, half the class failed the last three subs, so i did pretty well okay? (that is if you go by class average and not high strung standards).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5236446596986784269?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5236446596986784269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5236446596986784269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5236446596986784269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5236446596986784269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8739252074723093417</id><published>2007-08-23T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:29:07.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IBS</title><content type='html'>I feel very liberated now. Apart from a stomach that has inflamed walls and hurting like hell, i feel so so so much better. I think the stomach problems run in the family. I hope i don't develop intestinal problems. Anyways, for those of you who are thinking what's going on with this fella here, its that this week has been full of shit for him. Literally. I went to see the doctor on tuesday for i kept going to the toilet and he said that i was suffering from IBS. (no, not inductive bible study, but irritable bowel syndrome.) And today, i woke up at 4am not to study physics, but according to the laws of mabel, to understand how to to purge your system. Taking downwards as positive, the amount of force required to push out your waste. haa. I totally felt like stalin today. Purging and purging. I 'swear' i never want to vomit ever again. I missed today's physics test as a result. Glenn told me the physics test was very difficult. OH dear. ohkay. I think i shall end here and try and do some econs. Adios amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8739252074723093417?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8739252074723093417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8739252074723093417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8739252074723093417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8739252074723093417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/ibs.html' title='IBS'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6784264571980473070</id><published>2007-08-15T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:33:11.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The boy sat there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Images running through his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How a lover had seemed so close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The song in his mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C, F, B, G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Notes tinkling, one after another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A love song he composed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Near the witching hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A love that he yearned,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Never to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quietly, he stands there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Watching, waiting, Anticipating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yet the only response is a nod, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A wall of glass, that separates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How badly he wants to smash it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yet he's always led on falsely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Only to end up hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Again. Vicious Cycle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He pines for his lost cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He yearns for a reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To reciprocate, that, never came by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So near to love, yet so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It hurts so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And is experienced everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He wants to shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He wants to scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But all there is, are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Empty Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For the sake of himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A jump he would take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A very dangerous one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A leap of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the twilight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of the moonlit sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A white dove, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flies on by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Timothy Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6784264571980473070?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6784264571980473070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6784264571980473070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6784264571980473070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6784264571980473070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6133638696606181533</id><published>2007-08-13T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:28:21.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo?'/><title type='text'>Greetings.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel like writing down my feelings. but maybe not here. anyways, the poem below was written by me, so do leave comments on the tagboard yea? i'll see ya guys around soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6133638696606181533?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6133638696606181533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6133638696606181533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6133638696606181533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6133638696606181533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/greetings.html' title='Greetings.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1718064484918934987</id><published>2007-08-06T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:34:59.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For A Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It started with hello and a friendship was forged&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how we made contact&lt;br /&gt;A friendly gesture,&lt;br /&gt;Smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting there all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Then you came and asked&lt;br /&gt;To be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;The best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As&lt;br /&gt;Time passes,&lt;br /&gt;We seem to drift,&lt;br /&gt;Unknowingly, not as if we wanted&lt;br /&gt;To. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such old times, where we hung out&lt;br /&gt;Having fun, sharing laughs&lt;br /&gt;A pining for a love&lt;br /&gt;Once there, but now lost.&lt;br /&gt;Not a love of lovers,&lt;br /&gt;But a love, of friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times spent studying together,&lt;br /&gt;Late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepovers, chalets, photos&lt;br /&gt;To prove that the friendship&lt;br /&gt;Was once as solid as a rock&lt;br /&gt;Never to be cracked,&lt;br /&gt;By the fraternities of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long lost connection that&lt;br /&gt;Once felt so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Fades, into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;As life moves along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live each day,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking,&lt;br /&gt;The one true love.&lt;br /&gt;When we fail to realize who&lt;br /&gt;Has been there for us all the way&lt;br /&gt;Who, has been the pillar&lt;br /&gt;Of support.&lt;br /&gt;Our foundation, that we lean on&lt;br /&gt;Every time we fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that bonds.&lt;br /&gt;Dum spiro spiro.&lt;br /&gt;Bend or break as they say.&lt;br /&gt;Our band of friendship&lt;br /&gt;That was to last&lt;br /&gt;Til&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1718064484918934987?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1718064484918934987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1718064484918934987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1718064484918934987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1718064484918934987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/for-friend-it-started-with-hello-and.html' title=''/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8223519913709265058</id><published>2007-08-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:54:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Good</title><content type='html'>I went for FOP (festival of praise) last night. It was good and i had lots of fun! the past week has been rather fruitful seeing that now i stay back for the night study programme. I feel more up to date with my school work. I feel happy with myself. Anyways, its been a great week, somehow, but i just hope things continue to work their magic for next week. til then, tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8223519913709265058?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8223519913709265058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8223519913709265058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8223519913709265058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8223519913709265058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-is-good.html' title='God Is Good'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-101275508442952611</id><published>2007-07-26T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T22:22:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>The blog is gonna go on hiatus. I suddenly don't feel a need to blog anymore. Nobody reads anyway. Then again, it wasn't really for people to read but more for myself to rant. since things are getting more and more personal. then maybe the blog has become obsolete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-101275508442952611?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/101275508442952611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=101275508442952611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/101275508442952611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/101275508442952611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7561919048329321850</id><published>2007-07-15T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:43:36.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limp hands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twisted ankles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfied heart'/><title type='text'>Riverboat</title><content type='html'>I loved the dinner last night, and i loved the company. I actually did like the dare too, embarassing though it was. I've got to say, dinner last night was of the highest atmosphere, i don't think it was that bad noel! The fireworks, the friends, the farewell, the wind, the rocking of the boat, the look on joseph's face after much rocking of the boat, priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also caught harry potter yesterday morning. I would say its good, but i will also say that it could have been better. anyways, i don't do reviews nor do i like to blog about every single nitty gritty detail so i shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes alex, we're gonna meet up soon! haha. Mrs Raj she had a farm, E-I-E-I-O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7561919048329321850?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7561919048329321850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7561919048329321850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7561919048329321850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7561919048329321850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/07/riverboat.html' title='Riverboat'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1574058505991503291</id><published>2007-07-10T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:21:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTC 2007</title><content type='html'>The Leadership Training Camp rocked. Like really, rocked. I didn't expect to have THIS much fun. sure, i went in like all ready to have fun but i didn't expect this much from my group! Sir Ector really rocks! I think that I've really benefitted from the camp and I believe that we all would continue to use the skills learnt in the camp and apply them in our daily lives. I'm not gonna do a long laborious update on the camp so if you want to know what happened, just ask me! So here's to Sir Ector. Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1574058505991503291?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1574058505991503291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1574058505991503291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1574058505991503291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1574058505991503291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/07/ltc-2007.html' title='LTC 2007'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5003171170075987132</id><published>2007-07-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:27:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundancy</title><content type='html'>Studying is like so redundant. I studied for the mid years and my results are not even close to expectations. to call it shitty results would be giving it a compliment already. i can't believe that i got two Us and one E despite studying. like hello? whatever happened to the concept of you reap what you sow? did i forget to plant seeds? It makes no sense at all. to top it off you have people that don't really study and still score better than you. goes to show how intelligent you are eh? so now i'm stuck with copying chemistry lecture notes. i've got nine sets to copy by tuesday and i've got camp from fri to monday. thanks a lot 'ellipse'. i've like done only 4 sets. then i've still got 5 more to go. anyone wanna volunteer to save me? like i'll be so grateful to you? okay. i hope that LTC is fun and i can unwind and take my mind of the HORRENDOUS exam grades. God be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5003171170075987132?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5003171170075987132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5003171170075987132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5003171170075987132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5003171170075987132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/07/redundancy.html' title='Redundancy'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8324899202403020318</id><published>2007-07-03T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:56:09.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>I totally do not understand why people are able to do so well yet they don't deserve it. Like whatever. I so fucking don't care anymore. Call me moody or whatever. but like screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8324899202403020318?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8324899202403020318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8324899202403020318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8324899202403020318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8324899202403020318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2971769586579294678</id><published>2007-06-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:56:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Twist Again</title><content type='html'>I twisted my ankle. laugh all you want. it hurts like hell. but i'm coping fine, i guess. its less than a week to the mids and 10 days to liberation. and my ankle is twisted. and can someone please duct tape glenn's mouth? he can't seem to stop laughing. He tried to re-enact the entire scene of me falling to me. thanks a lot. with friends like these i'm in no need for enemies. but after i'm done dealing with him i would have a vacancy for someone/thing/body to be my pet and my enemy! oh, did i mention my dear friend MISS LEE YICHING is coming back today? i'm thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a pair of crutches cos limping is getting irritating. and i keep forgetting that my left ankle is the injured one. like i feel so disorientated lah! i mean, i'm a leftie. of course i feel disorientated! okay enough rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2971769586579294678?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2971769586579294678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2971769586579294678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2971769586579294678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2971769586579294678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-twist-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Twist Again'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2273023029616638212</id><published>2007-06-18T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:31:07.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever?</title><content type='html'>I suddenly decided to listen to the song Have You Ever by s club7 and i'm reminded of so many memories. the song somehow relates to what i feel now, sad confused regret. haha. right. like that's so whatever. but anyways, back to my point about the song. I think the lyrics do reflect how we all feel at some point in our lives. Regrets that are seemingly abound. I also feel as if that the song says something to each and everyone of us. we start thinking of what we would have done had we done it another way. Had we not started it in the beginning, had we chosen the other path. then you look back and sometimes feel like that was all necessary. cos somehow that was in God's great big plan to help you grow, to help you mature, to help you become a better person. Cruel, sometimes it may seem but necessary. Yet, you'd think why you had to go through all that. why couldn't it be any easier. why did it have to happen to you. why you are like that. then you become confused. then you don't know what to do. well, i turn to God for help. what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2273023029616638212?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2273023029616638212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2273023029616638212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2273023029616638212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2273023029616638212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-9160068129255576710</id><published>2007-06-16T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:29:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Twins!</title><content type='html'>I'm here to officially wish Hannah and Krystal (aka bim and bo) a happy birthday! you're officially 17!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c177/sclubb3r/DSC00307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIM AND BO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c177/sclubb3r/DSC00309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bim! where's bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c177/sclubb3r/DSC00558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannah grace chung ai WRONG. good job on providing the world with laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the photo of krystal but anyways, since their twins, just look at hannah and you'll know how krystal looks like! so yupps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-9160068129255576710?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/9160068129255576710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=9160068129255576710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9160068129255576710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9160068129255576710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-twins.html' title='Happy Birthday Twins!'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5913477908974839367</id><published>2007-06-09T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T19:36:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bore</title><content type='html'>I'm dying of boredom. Its a saturday evening and i'm stuck at home feeling err... FAT. yeah, that's the word to describe what i'm feeling. anyways, i'm too lazy to go anywhere, too broke to do anything so yea, i've got no other choice but to stay at home and laze around. I do wish i had some form of company though. I feel retarded facing the computer all day. There is absolutely nothing interesting online. besides reading up on why Paris Hilton is sent back to jail and how she's kicking up a hissy fit, i'm bored to death. I hear mahjong tiles crashing into each other now. my fingers are starting to itch. I think my fingers are going to cramp up and rot soon. I feel weird not having anymore piano lessons now that i've completed my grade 8. i wish i have the determination to do diploma, but there's absolutely nothing in it for me. oh well. but i'm getting sick and tired of playing the same song over and over and over. it bugs me. my irritating cough hasn't gone away yet. so i can't sing. i feel like i'm going tone deaf. do you know what that means? it means i'll probably kill myself. last thing i ever want to happen to me is to go tone deaf. i'd probably die. this is gonna sound shallow but sometimes i really wonder how people can go about their daily lives being tone deaf. not being able to tell a c chord from a g chord. oh, joke of the week. i heard my squashmates saying this hilarious thing that day. one of the racket's string burst so they started doing air guitar. it was like pretty normal until one of them said, EH! play a C stroke! i almost fainted. lol, you have a forehand stroke and back hand stroke. now, a C stroke? i'm stoked.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see i'm really really bored. i even started a new paragraph. something i haven't done in such a long time. well okay, ever since my GP essay paper. which was fairly tough. haha. i wonder why i like to pick topics people don't like to do. oh, yeah. cos i can score better. hmm... but do you think marraige is an outdated institution? do you think that's a good question to attempt? the more i think about it the more i feel like going uh oh. i don't need to top my class for GP. i just want to get the A. haha. in fact, i want an a for mathematics and physics as well. i don't believe that it is impossible. i shall strive to work towards that goal. eventually. urgh. someone kick me. i haven't watched shrek 3 yet. carol chong says that she's too busy with work to watch with me. anyone wanna watch it with me? oh well. when life gives you chickens you make lemonade. okay. its officially dark now. my brother is playing some weird random tune on his flute. sounds very disney. okay, make that disney-pixar animation. i think i'm playing too much shrek. yes. i am THAT bored. i should stop myself from becoming obsessed with shrek. i mean, he's a fat green ogre. i'm just... fat. we don't have anything in common. argh. now where is my monkey? i think its time for his walk. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5913477908974839367?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5913477908974839367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5913477908974839367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5913477908974839367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5913477908974839367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/bore.html' title='Bore'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6999787479598553927</id><published>2007-06-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:03:26.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash Too Much</title><content type='html'>okay, i got trashed 9-0, 9-1 yesterday. not bad. i thought i'd get kosong all the way. haha. so anyways, glenn had a walkover match in the loser's league (plates) and so he had match today. everyone else on our team had been kicked out already leaving him and sherman. but sherman didn't turn up for his match in the morning. Glenn did. so being the nice friend that i am, i went with him to support him at the game. yeah right. i went there to watch him get trounced by an thirteen year old kid. aha. seriously. 9-3, 9-0. THAT's TOTAL OWNAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this post is going out to my monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c177/sclubb3r/monkeyboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;CHEER UP MONKEYBOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you're still good okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c177/sclubb3r/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;CHEESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6999787479598553927?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6999787479598553927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6999787479598553927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6999787479598553927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6999787479598553927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/squash-too-much.html' title='Squash Too Much'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-9173065423191308109</id><published>2007-06-06T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T19:45:01.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash Much?</title><content type='html'>I played like 6 sets of squash with miss lui peiwen last night. That was like total knockout lah. haha. plus stayed up late to finish the script for the tagline competition. anyway, today was the wilson tournament youth squash championships 2007. woah waht a long name. lol. but anyways, i won my first match and i'm up against some guy tmr. i think i'm gonna lose? as in seriously. haha. but oh wells, i can't play for plates either since i won the first match. that kinda sucks since everyone on my school team is playing plates except for me and captain. lol. yes, even glenn lost. but his opponent was some super pro guy lah. whilst mine was like a total noob. so haha. PWNAGE. wow i dont really use such words. haha. anyways, i think i'm gonna get owned tomorrow at the match. I am SO not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-9173065423191308109?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/9173065423191308109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=9173065423191308109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9173065423191308109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/9173065423191308109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/squash-much.html' title='Squash Much?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8715054411688280223</id><published>2007-06-06T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:35:06.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraught'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>I feel so irritated now. I mean, i thought that we were like best friends? but how come its not like last time? where we could talk for hours on end? where we could just continue on and on with our endless ramblings? where have all the humour gone? what happened to all the fun we had? why is it that now i feel so disconnected? that i somehow don't feel the same way i do when i used to hang out with you? I mean, it seems you don't even seem to be able to have time to talk to me. Its not that it is impossible right? How much do you know about my life? have you asked me what i've been up to? I always see you online but you never take the initiative to come and talk to me anymore. It seems to be only all about your life now. I just wish that somehow we never graduated from zhonghua. I just wish that we could just remain in secondary school forever. I know its stupid and I know I'll probably laugh my ass off reading the entry i'm writing now next time i read it. But i can't help it. I really find that the friendship is drawing apart. I don't find it as easy as it is to confide in you anymore. I don't seem to know you anymore. The friendship seems dead. Whatever happened to the i'll be there at your wedding pact? Whatever happened to the Best friends forever label? whatever happened to the three musketeers? Whatever happened to you? Whatever happened to me? I just feel like going home to a place where i belong. Back to the beginning. Back to where we used to be. But it's not meant to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8715054411688280223?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8715054411688280223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8715054411688280223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8715054411688280223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8715054411688280223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8649690177590058301</id><published>2007-06-03T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:21:00.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: Kissed someone on your top friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: err no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;A: do i look like a criminal to you? go arrest hannah chung ai rong for her crimes against fashion and intellectualism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed someone you didn't like?&lt;br /&gt;A: refer to question 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You like someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: I do. but guess what? that person ain't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. I'm born in the year of the snake. why would i want to hold it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm a role model in school. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope. I don't do work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;A: I told myself i wouldn't do this but here i am doing it. I told myself that i will not stoop to hannah banana's level but here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Laughed until you started crying?&lt;br /&gt;A: For what? siao arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;A: No. Snowflakes aren't that tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;A: NO. why do i want to get wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Sat on a rooftop?&lt;br /&gt;A: yupp. my house has a rooftop which i can sit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope. but i've thrown people into the pool though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope. I'm padded to perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;A: no. but i've been almost bald before. weren't we all born that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Played a prank on someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: *glances around* no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had/have a gym membership?&lt;br /&gt;A: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Made a girlfriend/boyfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;A: sorry darl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. I shot a gun at the arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;A: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;A: yeah. pick up the pieces man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;A: I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Noel and his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Glenn, Weixun, Ashley, Yingxuan, Danielle and Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;A: Glenn, Weixun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;A: Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You cried with?&lt;br /&gt;A: i don't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;br /&gt;A: i'd rather remain the way i was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;A: Serious cos i'm already funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;A: Got Milk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or get shot?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm too young to die. and if i do, hannah chung ai rong would have no one to make fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm a Lunar person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;A: Autumn Leaves that fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lefties rule the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;A: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Song?&lt;br /&gt;A: ehh... i like anything with a nice tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;A: i don't know. i think i just eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where's 11 and 12?&lt;br /&gt;A: i don't know, why don't you ask miss knowitall hannah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes. i can whip up a mean maggi mee. then again, who can't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;A: ehh, depends on your definition of hugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;A: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Liked someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do this: HANNAH, nehneh, CHUNG, AI, RONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8649690177590058301?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8649690177590058301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8649690177590058301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8649690177590058301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8649690177590058301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/q-kissed-someone-on-your-top-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7605848666938718927</id><published>2007-06-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:40:52.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comeback? whatever for?</title><content type='html'>Hannah G. Chung, comeback for what? Why do i need to play your game? heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7605848666938718927?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7605848666938718927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7605848666938718927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7605848666938718927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7605848666938718927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/06/comeback-whatever-for.html' title='Comeback? whatever for?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1316849421033599644</id><published>2007-05-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:49:13.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/469967"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/469967/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1316849421033599644?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1316849421033599644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1316849421033599644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1316849421033599644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1316849421033599644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/test.html' title='The test'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2196500321798923979</id><published>2007-05-29T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T01:16:11.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness and Envy</title><content type='html'>I envy how i used to be able to type long entertaining posts on my views. Now i seem to be just updating about my life all the time. This really really sucks. i don't feel very well today. I feel like i'm coming down with a flu and my head is throbbing. to top it off i still went swimming. how clever of me. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep. I woke up feeling slightly better but now i'm online at this ungodly hour and trying to go back to sleep but apparently it ain't working. So maybe i shall try and blog about my feelings. try, being the operative word here. I've been rather satisfied and happy with my life for the past week, with tests out of the way its been nice. Also, a problem seemed to have been settled for me and i'm supposedly now more err, noticed? haha. but anyways, people who should be reading my blog don't read it and its just as well since i'd rather not that they realise anyway. Its not as if it would do any good to them. Candice pointedly told me today that i've lost my sarcasm, my dry wit. Oh no. That means it makes me as bland as, hmm, glenn! argh. I don't know but when i speak i also seemed to have lost the acerbic tongue since glenn and noel are quite immune to it nowadays, there's no evil character in class for me to mock, the new people around me are still relatively new so i should test waters first. but then again, nanyang is also a very cheena-centric culture. Which means, very pro-english people like yours truly, are unable to thrive on the environment and have frequent battles of dry wit. I suddenly miss Hannah banana chung even more now. If you didn't know, yours truly is very very sarcastic and has a tongue that is, wait, was as acerbic as simon cowell. but now, its more or less limp due to impotency of words. please, there are no sexual innuendos in this blog so please stop gasping (puritannical girls) and orgasming (horny bastards) over the word impotent. As hannah quoted the famous words of Owism, 'Don't be afraid to write the word 'sex' in your essays, the old british lady marking your exam scripts won't have a heart attack, in fact she might even have had more experience than you!' so there all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i just realised that yixuan's monkey is still with me. better return it to her tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2196500321798923979?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2196500321798923979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2196500321798923979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2196500321798923979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2196500321798923979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/sickness-and-envy.html' title='Sickness and Envy'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5769528967344347959</id><published>2007-05-27T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:46:43.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mugging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midyears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>The holidays have started! which means, hell hath begun spreading its wildfire on my turf. I need to start nugging. Its rather sad isn't it? that the holidays have become somewhat paradoxical. Like its supposed to be the start of a vacation, or a fun period, a period of relaxation, but nooooo i've got to study for the midyears. I've got to make sure i get Cs and Bs at least for all subjects. i've got so many freaking things to catch up on. I'm like so irritated. I wish i could just escape from it all. Escapism, ain't that wonderful? I love that word. let's face it. I don't have a choice. so here we go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5769528967344347959?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5769528967344347959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5769528967344347959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5769528967344347959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5769528967344347959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8944302552956208359</id><published>2007-05-27T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:12:55.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie and A Sprained Neck</title><content type='html'>okay, yesterday's pirates of the carribean was good! although we sat at the front row. but at elast we were lucky enough to get tickets. like the grand cathay was sold out? and then ashley and yingxuan went down to lido and started queueing for tickets. and we got the front row seats for the 5.05 show. haha. can you imagine? our original timing which we wanted to watch was at 3.30. heh. but it was fun. PLUS, we got to see danielle and her new boyfriend. lol. they were holding hands? so of course we had a lot of fun poking fun at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP paper was aiite. Passing is not a problem. but i want an A. so argh. i hope i do get the A. heh. yesterday was the site visit for the temasek seminar. It was great stuff watching the simulations and going onboard the RSS Endurance. talking to the personnel there. so inspiring? heh. but i did have a lot of fun and we took quite a number of photos. of which i'll upload later on when i get the photographs. okay, i need to go and get ready for cell. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8944302552956208359?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8944302552956208359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8944302552956208359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8944302552956208359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8944302552956208359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/movie-and-sprained-neck.html' title='A Movie and A Sprained Neck'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6661329176452362043</id><published>2007-05-20T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:02:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>Today was good. I woke up late, i was supposed to meet althea at 9am but i woke up at 8.50. haha. so it was a rushed affair. I bathed, and changed and left the house at 9.10. While packing my bag, i read althea's message taht said 'I'm earlier than you for once!'. I frowned. Anyways, worship session today was kinda fun. I love leading worship with althea, haha... damn crappy during preparations. but anyways, it was good. I did accidentally kick her in the middle of worship, and she looked at me and was like what? and i was like -oops-. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 3 to pick up my instrument and go for band practice. Like omgwtfbbq lah. that silly regina said meet at 3.15, we got to the room at 3.30 and band practice ended at 4.30. haha. i don't think i'm gonig back there though. It kinda err... what's that word? oh, sucks. aye. that. ok. i'm done for the day. shall go and find something entertaining to do now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6661329176452362043?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6661329176452362043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6661329176452362043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6661329176452362043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6661329176452362043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2081615020625063620</id><published>2007-05-19T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:04:28.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Through It All</title><content type='html'>I'm so grateful to God for taking me through this helluva week. It's been an emotional rollercoaster with ups and downs and I feel that despite all these tribulations i've actually gained a lot from this week. I'm so thankful! Also last night was FRIDAY NIGHT which was a good night for unwinding and that I did. I can officially say that i'm no longer an alcohol virgin! haha. right. I ordered cookies and cream ice cream with a shot of bailey's! haha. It was so damn good! haha. Ice^3 is really really good! oh and dinner at chomp chomp with glenn was rather awkward since it ended up as only the two of us sitting there eating. lol... kinda gay... haha. but anyways, it was fun. shan't delve into the details too much, just that we got lost in serangoon gardens while trying to take a shortcut, thanks to me! haha. but i did make amends and find our way out. we were late as it was in meeting yx and noel for dinner thanks to glenn. then i just made it worse rather than better. but it was fun! ahha. we should do that again sometime! lol.... i'm also very happy with today. there was like so much food and family at the luncheon! it was such fun. i really enjoyed myself, catching up with ZY was da bomb. haha. and it was sweet for GG to throw the surprise 25th wedding anniversary for his parents! the food was damn good. haha courtesy of serangoon gardens country club. lol. so i was like at serangoon gardens twice within 24hours. haha. ok. i'm tired now. i shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2081615020625063620?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2081615020625063620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2081615020625063620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2081615020625063620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2081615020625063620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/through-it-all.html' title='Through It All'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3394054337999769747</id><published>2007-05-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:55:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lackadaisical</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling this now. I wish I had like more drive to do things. But i feel so constricted and choked having sold my life to JC. really. Students these days are really being stressed out. I mean, seriously. Me, the one who never bothered, is stressed? this is really taking a toll. argh. i haven't been blogging the past few days since blogger screwed me over on the last post and i've got nothing to blog about. ok, i do have lots of stuff to talk about but just not here, not now. i feel life is being a bitch to me. i really need support from HIM. turn to the Lord in times of need. so yupps, if you can hear me, I NEED HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3394054337999769747?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3394054337999769747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3394054337999769747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3394054337999769747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3394054337999769747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/lackadaisical.html' title='Lackadaisical'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3684416791364977622</id><published>2007-05-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:25:40.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>2 Letters and A Result Slip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3684416791364977622?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3684416791364977622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3684416791364977622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3684416791364977622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3684416791364977622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-letters-and-result-slip.html' title='2 Letters and A Result Slip'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-4817999241160595664</id><published>2007-05-02T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:57:33.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so stupid right now. I can't help but feel that i've got apathetic friends. I really wonder why i think so much into this. but i don't really care now. Because i'm really really moody. Stressed is not the word cos its an understatement in this context. I need my people. I need my real friends. who are not like some losers who claim the world to themselves and none for others. I'm not really making any sense now. I know. but i can't help it. I'm super super pissed.i shall go indulge myself now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-4817999241160595664?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/4817999241160595664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=4817999241160595664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4817999241160595664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4817999241160595664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/05/apathy.html' title='Apathy'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7531169070436274405</id><published>2007-04-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:51:33.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>I just watched the latest episode of heroes and i am darn happy! yay! my msn messenger is screwing up on me again. oh well. anyways, i've been rather busy the past few days with the wave of tests that are like coming up and stuff. Also i've decided to join band again. so yupps. you can take the band major out of the band but you can never take the band out of the band major! however, band would be like an external CCA and so it won't be as taxing as last time. I am hoping that this can pull through since i'm actually on pending for the spot in philyouth at the moment. But like whatever, i mean, i'd be darn glad if i got in but if i didn't, i wouldn't be too upset either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7531169070436274405?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7531169070436274405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7531169070436274405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7531169070436274405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7531169070436274405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5689765784684256809</id><published>2007-04-24T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:09:45.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School's being a bitch to me again. I'm like totally not understanding what's being taught. As in, I sit in during lectures trying to follow but I end up sleeping or talking to Keefe or Glenn. I think i shouldn't sit next to them. But I talk to whoever is next to me, and that is bad. I mean, I even multi-task during lectures, take today for example, I sat there during econs, taking the notes and doing my math tutorial at the same time. You know what's even better? I actually managed to get both done. I'm like dead tired of everything. School is seriously wearing me out. I guess its the initial stage that's why I'm seemingly fatigued. No suprise, I failed my math test. I think nothing good is gonna come out of me. Its like my lifestyle is so hectic now there hardly is anytime for a breather. And that means that i can like so die? Maybe taking a four H2 combination was a bad idea afterall, maybe the science HOD was right in saying that we wouldn't be able to cope. But oh well, i shall start to try and catch up with everything. I hate dealing with such things. Oh and i realised that i CAN get over you if i want to. Want being the operative word here. And thus its being a bitch to me. I mean, seriously. ok, so anyways, i feel like a total bore now that i've got almost no life. i think maybe i should cancel my gym training today. I'm really really tired. I think i shall do it on thursday instead. So i can do a bit of mugging today. Ok, that's settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5689765784684256809?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5689765784684256809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5689765784684256809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5689765784684256809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5689765784684256809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-811230237113963186</id><published>2007-04-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:12:54.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All About Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;36%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funky results. They're pretty accurate though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel a need to talk to someone. To just talk and talk and talk and talk. someone whom i can share everything i think about with. someone who is willing to just listen and offer advice. someone who would take me out of this misery. someone like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-811230237113963186?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/811230237113963186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=811230237113963186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/811230237113963186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/811230237113963186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s All About Me?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3230853579062630608</id><published>2007-04-20T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:41:46.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>I know its ironical. But I realised that stupid has found its way back into my life. this is starting to get annoying. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3230853579062630608?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3230853579062630608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3230853579062630608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3230853579062630608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3230853579062630608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-4026554683190241783</id><published>2007-04-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:06:53.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Your Blessings</title><content type='html'>You know, I've always felt sore that I was never rewarded with anything for getting good results for the O levels. like I have friends who get laptops, mp3s, handphones, cash for getting like good/mediocre, depending on the aptitude of the individual, results and i've never got anything. So i would sulk and wonder, is it because my results still were not up to expectation? was it because my parents don't love me enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i stop to count my blessings, my piano lessons my entire life amount to at least a few thousand dollars, my phone bill every month is paid by my mum despite the exhorbitant price of 60 dollars, i get 200bucks a month for allowance, my m'sia trip with my buds were fully sponsored -shopping and all, my clarinet was bought without any hesitation when i told my mum i wanted one and that cost her 1500dollars, i get to go for fantastic theatre performances, i got to go to hongkong and japan despite having crucial examinations during those years, my mum and dad both send me to and fro from time to time. And so the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed to have my parents, cos i can never say that i never had a childhood, i remember being brought out every sunday without fail to the arcade or to some park to play, i've always had a roof over my head, and three square meals a day. I've always produced good results despite having a rough learning journey, and i've always had a bunch of great friends that i can always count on. My family supports me in whatever i do. my cousins are the best i can ever have. and most of all i have God in my life. and that is all i can ask for and nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-4026554683190241783?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/4026554683190241783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=4026554683190241783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4026554683190241783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/4026554683190241783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/count-your-blessings.html' title='Count Your Blessings'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6647298623354791808</id><published>2007-04-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:02:54.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Talk</title><content type='html'>So today i spent my afternnon at some dialogue session with some MPs. It was cool since the topic of the discussion was foreign relations. I went with Noel and Mr. Loke. haha. we were like joking how we were going to pretend that we were hwa chong students, until i saw chen xinyi walk into the reception area and i was like, 'eh? hi.' then i turned back and said ' that's the real hwachong.' lol. So anyways, this dialogue session proved to be rather insightful with the MPs point of view and they actually exhibit some forms of acerbic wit! surprise surprise. After their presentation, the question and answer session was rather boring and stupid. and noel and i were hungry. there was a tea reception waiting and once the thing was over, we like totally rushed over to the reception table. lol. ok, we actually strolled over. Mr loke didn't stay for tea. so the two of us stood there gorging ourselves. It was fun though, then we went to takashimaya to eat somemore. Haha. yakitori was what we ate. The best part about this is that we clocked like 5 hours of cip by just sitting there listening to the ministers talk and of course the eating part was included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i also wanna shout out to my favourite band Zhonghua Symphonic Winds (zwinds for short). HEY GUYS! Its been such a journey, and it doesn't matter that you didn't get that gold. What matters more is the learning process, the bonding as a band and the seniors are very proud of you for what you guys have done. There's nothing more that we can ask for. We only wanted you guys to prove to us that you can work hard for syf and you can work together as a band. You definitely did not let us down and we are cheering you on all the way! Kudos people! and gear up for SYF2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6647298623354791808?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6647298623354791808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6647298623354791808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6647298623354791808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6647298623354791808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/interesting-talk.html' title='An Interesting Talk'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7648397807224875636</id><published>2007-04-10T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:00:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction Guaranteed.</title><content type='html'>okay, i'm typing this post whilst listening to some syf recording at the moment. anyways, I feel very satisfied today. I studied and i exercised. OK, s i did skip p.e in the morning but that was because i took height and weight and my weight dropped and i felt happy so i took a break, besides i had gym in the evening. That one drained me completely. I actually understand Mathematical Induction now. Its actually quite simple. Now i need to just practice that and series and i also need to understand summation. BLOODY SUMMATION. haha. ok. i'm done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7648397807224875636?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7648397807224875636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7648397807224875636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7648397807224875636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7648397807224875636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/satisfaction-guaranteed.html' title='Satisfaction Guaranteed.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2244557526350597298</id><published>2007-04-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:47:13.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted</title><content type='html'>ok, yesterday was fun. cos we went out to the heartlands to paint it red! ok, maybe not exactly red, but we did do the mural paintings. It was kinda silly cos there were two classes assigned to our mural so we took turns painting. and the ever gracious me, let everyone paint while i sat there watching them climb up and down my ladder. Oh, this i must post. Cos I was expected to bring the ladder, Glenn was kind enough to come and help me in the morning. As a result, we didn't have to report to nanyang in the morning for assembly with the rest of the school. We just went straight to the paint site. My mum was also kind enough to give us a lift there so that we did not have to carry the ladder all the way. And of course, the paint site was super far. We painted at the block opposite st gabriel's secondary. for those of you who do not know where that is, that is at serangoon ave 1. for those of you who are now wondering since when did we have a serangoon ave 1, its behind the mrt station. and besides, of course we have a serangoon ave 1 if not how did avenues 2, 3 and 4 come about? duh? haha. Oh, anyways, so my mum sent us to the place. and since we didn't know where exactly block 427 was, we drove about for a while, then we came to this block, but we couldn't see the number. So my mum asked glenn to go out and check, being the paranoid monkey he always is, he did not want to go out at first, worried that we'll drive off without him, then he opened the car door, and held on to it while he stretched out to see the block number! haha. how stupid can one get? oh yeah, 0725 really has a class of childhood deprived students, while 0706 was painting, our class was playing pepsi cola. for those of you who do not know what that game is, it is not the drink i'm referring to, rather it is the game where we step on each others shoes. yes, the inane one where you jump around like monkeys and show of wushu-esque moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my fingers are getting numb from the cold air conditioning. i'm stopping here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2244557526350597298?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2244557526350597298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2244557526350597298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2244557526350597298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2244557526350597298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/painted.html' title='Painted'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1674165199280218355</id><published>2007-04-04T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:23:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JC Life is Hectic ya?</title><content type='html'>I'm like so stressed out. I don't seem to be grasping the concepts of most of my subjects. To make matters worse, i'm explaining physics concepts to glenn and he's explaining economics concepts to me. Like that is so wrong? I mean, I'm the arty farty one and he's the, hmm, hairy mathematician. so shouldn't it be done the other way around? anyways, i'm still digging squash and ms fernandez is actually entertaining. Sarcasm is so the way to go people. Oh and I'm still so intrigued by the spelling of keefe's name. NOTE: it is  K-E-E-F-E and not keith. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1674165199280218355?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1674165199280218355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1674165199280218355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1674165199280218355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1674165199280218355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/04/jc-life-is-hectic-ya.html' title='JC Life is Hectic ya?'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7948367015489985925</id><published>2007-03-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:22:07.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>PASSED!</title><content type='html'>I passed my Grade 8 piano practical! haha. AM I GOOD OR WHAT?! lol. I'm like so thankful to God for helping me this time round. Its really by His Grace man. haha cos i really didn't bother to practice unlike the last time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day, apart from the hectic lessons until 4.30, other than that was like real good. haha. I met up with Amanda, Yuh Ying and Jeremy today. So it was like 3/4 of the Raffles people! haha. and we ate dinner at Thai Express! I ate Phat Thai Palay again. It's so good i tell you! haha. and then we went for a movie. It was a rather inane show. None other than, Mr Bean's Holiday! haha. It was hilarious though. Especially the opera part and the one chasing the chicken (inside joke). But anyways, i really enjoyed hanging out with them. From dinner to the library to the movie, it was just pure fun. Oh, and i had a bout of nostalgia while on the bus. I felt so stupid cos i was like smiling to myself. I was like hit with a wave of the past when i spent time in 4e6. I so miss the class. HAHA. but anyways, life has to go on and 0725 is fun too. so yupps, i couldn't ask for more. well, maybe if noel could be transferred over then that would be even better! but oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7948367015489985925?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948367015489985925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7948367015489985925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7948367015489985925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7948367015489985925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/passed.html' title='PASSED!'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1058485196222663510</id><published>2007-03-28T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:39:43.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>School has been quite boring. I don't like my tutors. The class is good though. Oh well, i guess you win some you lose some. Somehow i feel that my gp tutor is nice though, lol. I think because i so dig her sarcasm? Anyways, i still miss my secondary school teachers. I also still miss 4e6^06. But things come and go. so yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1058485196222663510?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1058485196222663510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1058485196222663510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1058485196222663510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1058485196222663510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5151641298032509675</id><published>2007-03-25T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:37:43.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Sunday Escapades</title><content type='html'>Today was rather relaxing. I went to church in the morning, came back, read the papers, fell asleep then i got woken up by my cousins who came over to play mahjong. That was fun since i haven't been able to play with them since like chinese new year. so yupps. Also we went for dinner. Initially it was supposed to be at Jack's Place but who knew that it would be so crowded, furthermore it was the outlet at Ang Mo Kio! So in the end we went to town to eat at Han's instead. I had my steak and soup which was really good. I have a tiramisu cake waiting for me in the fridge but i dare not touch it, yet. haha. I came home and i went down to run again. So i'm actually quite pleased with myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people like to talk about how friends are like always there for you. I mean, sure some people do make it a point to always be there to help you, people like me! but then there are some who are like more or less indifferent about a friendship where they think that all there is to the friendship is just receiving. Sooner or later the one on the giving end will get tired and eventually lose faith, which results in the friendship drifting apart. I somehow feel like that with multiple friends and it gets rather upsetting to know that you want to help you're there to give but then you know that you're not gonna get anything back. It sounds selfish but then what can one do? Its human to want something in return right? Something lost, something gained. I think that as friends we should all play an active role in helping keep the friendship going. Its tiring to keep having to keep up with all connections. Sometimes, it even makes me feel like a loner. I'm not hiding this fact that i'm a very people oriented person. But at the same time i realise that i'm a very selective person, i.e I select my friends. I know i shouldn't be doing that but sometimes i just can't stop myself from it. What's worse is that i'm not doing it subconsciously but consciously. I know that i'm selecting people, but somehow i guess i always select the wrong ones. I guess i fear rejection of friends and i guess i fear that i might be left out or i will not fit in. I know its rather mean but i can't help it. Anyways, i think for the first time in a long time i've typed so much. So i shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5151641298032509675?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5151641298032509675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5151641298032509675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5151641298032509675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5151641298032509675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday-escapades.html' title='Sunday Escapades'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7806213031345580591</id><published>2007-03-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T19:50:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dailies</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how people are able to blog about their everyday life everyday. Seriously, my day is easily shortened into three simple words. It. Was. Good. its either that or substitute good with bad. Today, I learnt that my class has some interesting characters of which i realise that they are very fun to joke with. And so, i think maybe i'm gonna be able to find people to go crazy with me during class again! I so miss having english lessons in Zhonghua. I think that's the only lesson i miss. Since its like the one i always looked forward to. Making noise with alex, glenn, hannah, beijia. This is like the tops man. but anyways, i hope the new class can take my excessive noise. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7806213031345580591?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7806213031345580591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7806213031345580591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7806213031345580591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7806213031345580591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/dailies.html' title='Dailies'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6560309217033437359</id><published>2007-03-22T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:50:28.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day'/><title type='text'>Haircut and A Lesson Learnt</title><content type='html'>This is the last time i'm ever let anyone else other than my hairdresser cut my hair. I'm so sick of getting bad haircuts. I want my hair back. lol. I've learnt to let go. Its not something that is easy, but i know that God is on my side and i will prevail. I'm gonna bring myself up and not be so dependent on you anymore. I will try and pull myself out. I can. I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6560309217033437359?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6560309217033437359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6560309217033437359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6560309217033437359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6560309217033437359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/haircut-and-lesson-learnt.html' title='Haircut and A Lesson Learnt'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1399976532289324515</id><published>2007-03-20T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:21:40.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of everything</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of everything. I feel miserable. I feel like i whine too much, but i don't really care anymore. My blog can become like some whiners blog or something cos there's just too much emotions in me. Maybe its just me thinking too much, maybe its just that some people are just insensitive, maybe its me who's oversensitive. I really don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1399976532289324515?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1399976532289324515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1399976532289324515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1399976532289324515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1399976532289324515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-of-everything.html' title='Sick of everything'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2952495564088121773</id><published>2007-03-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:29:39.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Begins</title><content type='html'>School begins tomorrow! I'm not sure if I am excited about it or I am feeling afraid. But eitherways, I just know that lessons begin tomorrow and I haven't photocopied the lecture notes yet. =) Am I good or am I good? Anyways, I am so gonna learn driving. I really do hope that I am able to find the time and the moolah to pay for the lessons! anyways, my time is limited so the post ends here. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2952495564088121773?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2952495564088121773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2952495564088121773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2952495564088121773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2952495564088121773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-begins.html' title='School Begins'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8427949063696381858</id><published>2007-03-16T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T23:04:27.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Empty/ Half Full</title><content type='html'>I feel rather irritated with myself now because i realised that i'm becoming more and more pessimistic. I also realised that i'm beginning to become a sore loser. What's wrong with me? I feel rather demoralised that i've no niche area? seriously. I feel like shit. If you haven't realised, today's post is a rant. I'm just rather pissed off with myself and my own problems. I seriously don't get what's wrong with me. I'm just so fucking irritated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8427949063696381858?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427949063696381858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8427949063696381858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8427949063696381858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8427949063696381858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/half-empty-half-full.html' title='Half Empty/ Half Full'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-679750293539708073</id><published>2007-03-14T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:12:58.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then again.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog. I had a lot of things to blog about. but suddenly, i've lost the mood to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-679750293539708073?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/679750293539708073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=679750293539708073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/679750293539708073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/679750293539708073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-then-again.html' title='And then again.'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5888554108186206983</id><published>2007-03-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:39:33.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disco And The Sprain</title><content type='html'>I sprained my ankle while dancing and jumping and getting high during disco night. Don't worry folks, Nanyang JC's hall is still perfectly intact and i swear i have nothing to do whatsoever with the earthquakes in Sumatra. I did however manage to trip over my friend's foot and twist my already injured ankle. So yupps, for those who are concerned, don't worry i still can walk and dance. But if you ask me to run, i can't since my ankle provides the most convenient excuse for me not to. Anyways, though orientation was kinda boring, disco night proved to be THE night and the councillors put up a good show for the disco. The songs were fab and the atmosphere was HIGH. The airconditioning could have been colder though. I also realised that i go quite crazy during discos. haha. I'm so proud of myself though the tribe did not win the prize for the mystery solving challenge: The Divas, because i guessed the murderer correctly and i had a perfectly good explanation as to why he was the murderer. *big toothy grin. ok. i'm exhausted. I shall go to sleep. Bye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5888554108186206983?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5888554108186206983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5888554108186206983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5888554108186206983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5888554108186206983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/disco-and-sprain.html' title='The Disco And The Sprain'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-5930497157378218557</id><published>2007-03-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:08:05.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about me</title><content type='html'>I think that i'm gonna fail my piano exam. I'm still fed up with you. I need to know why. I'm just so irritated. Maybe i'm just thinking too much. maybe i'm just too paranoid. I think i expect too much. but is it too much to ask? whatever. fuck you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-5930497157378218557?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/5930497157378218557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=5930497157378218557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5930497157378218557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/5930497157378218557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-about-me.html' title='It&apos;s all about me'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-188716829114957679</id><published>2007-03-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:30:26.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCH rehearsal</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my luck. Last night was horrendous/fun. hmm horrendously fun? Aiya, whatever it is it was just SO STUPID. Ulric, Kun Loong and I were at the zwinds syf rehearsal and we stayed on in the hall to watch CTwinds perform. We gave specific instructions to our juniors to call us when the bus bound for school arrives. So we sat there happily listening then ulric and kun both got phonecalls. and guess what? The bus left without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior: Hello? Ulric arh? The bus left liao&lt;br /&gt;Ulric:?!?! WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;Junior: ya, you all take cab back ba. Band will cover full costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ITS POSSIBLE TO GET A CAB IN SHENTON WAY AT 9.30pm? its like so freaking impossible to get a bloody cab lah! All the cabs either were busy, hired or on call. except for one fucking lousy cab driver who upon seeing us flag, changed his sign to change shift. We were all like, OMGWTFBBQ?! so freaking stupid lah. So we walked from singapore conference hall to Victoria Concert Hall to Esplanade Concert Hall and lo and behold, NO FREAKING TAXI! somebody should just shoot the bloody taxi company. So what we did, we toured the river hongbao, tooks some silly photos with the statues outside fullerton hotel and went for supper. afterwhich we took a train down to novena to hopefully get a cab there. HARD LUCK. Three freaking taxis bypassed us without stopping! So in total we flagged for a cab from 9.30 to 11.00 pm. Like how stupid was that? Three guys cursing and swearing trying to get a bloody cab. ARGH. We finally got a cab though. which was like so close to midnight. Ulric stayed over at my place. Crapped abit til about 2am before sleeping. we woke up at 12 today. LOL. so in all it was fun though we were visibly irritated by the sheer stupidity of the entire situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-188716829114957679?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/188716829114957679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=188716829114957679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/188716829114957679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/188716829114957679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sch-rehearsal.html' title='SCH rehearsal'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-6728120176885854778</id><published>2007-03-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:58:58.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recitals</title><content type='html'>It was such nostalgia today man! Went back to Yamaha at Hougang St. 21 for piano recital. Yes, i performed. Haha. And i mean i felt such a huge wave of nostalgia! Cos that was where i used to go for music lessons when i was a small kid. Yes, i was small once. And a BIG THANK YOU! to Candice Chua Si Hui for going to watch! Thanks darling for being so nice! haha. Lol. Oh yeah, never buy yam milk tea from cupwalker at heartland mall. It is so sucky lah. Argh. but yam milk tea rocks! so just don't buy from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-6728120176885854778?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/6728120176885854778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=6728120176885854778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6728120176885854778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/6728120176885854778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/03/recitals.html' title='Recitals'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-7101137422371536270</id><published>2007-03-01T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:34:23.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f0fff0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I act my age! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-7101137422371536270?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/7101137422371536270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=7101137422371536270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7101137422371536270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/7101137422371536270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/02/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-3275491861120582728</id><published>2007-02-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:11:34.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>Heroes is a damn good show! but the stupid episode 15 ain't loading properly! i'm so irritated. rahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-3275491861120582728?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/3275491861120582728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=3275491861120582728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3275491861120582728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/3275491861120582728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/02/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-8554236572270739012</id><published>2007-02-27T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:25:01.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRJC</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick of the school lah. Lessons are boring and my class is kinda crappish. I only like the OG. But argh. haha. And besides we're all like splitting up and going separate ways. This is so totally sucky. Oh well, my last day in SRJC would be on friday cos i don't see a point going there for two days, i.e monday and tuesday. I need to practice for my grade 8 practical that's on next thursday anyway. Oh and I know end school at 12.30 everyday. Is that good or what? haha. ok, i technically speaking can leave, but theoretically i'm supposed to stay cos i've got lessons but who gives a damn anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-8554236572270739012?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/8554236572270739012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=8554236572270739012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8554236572270739012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/8554236572270739012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/02/srjc.html' title='SRJC'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-2026850242043571073</id><published>2007-02-23T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:02:21.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash/Squashed</title><content type='html'>Ok, i'm here to update. My toe hurts like mad thanks to Miss Genevieve Lui something Wen for making me stub my toe during squash. Damn her drop shots lah. But haha, its damn fun playing. I'm actually falling in love more with the game! haha. OK, i've been playing squash very often now since we've made a pact to play often? My toe still hurts. I think i'm going to go cut my hair again. But that would mean that the last bit of my hair dye would be gone. argh. So sad. ok. i'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-2026850242043571073?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/2026850242043571073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=2026850242043571073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2026850242043571073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/2026850242043571073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/02/squashsquashed.html' title='Squash/Squashed'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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-11180447.post-1531635972318819844</id><published>2007-02-20T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:19:02.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season To Make Money</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day! Thanks to all who came over to visit for CNY! I won quite a fair bit of money from mahjong, blackjack and poker over the past three days and of course not to mention the ang pows. so i'm very happy! ok. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11180447-1531635972318819844?l=autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/feeds/1531635972318819844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11180447&amp;postID=1531635972318819844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1531635972318819844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11180447/posts/default/1531635972318819844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autobiography-entitled-timothy.blogspot.com/2007/02/tis-season-to-make-money.html' title='Tis The Season To Make Money'/><author><name>v0m|t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08851901499833869330</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>
