<?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-7475414</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:48:26.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little timmy boi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475414.post-110009048196451379</id><published>2004-11-10T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:41:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawwn</title><content type='html'>wow what a day...&lt;br /&gt;whooooo.&lt;br /&gt;and i was afraid i wouldnt have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;so today i went to teach some of the teachers to dance to a songgg..&lt;br /&gt;along with adler and kenneth&lt;br /&gt;coz we're supposed to do that at the end of the production&lt;br /&gt;they were quite good i must admit.&lt;br /&gt;ms cheng had really good memory!&lt;br /&gt;ms tan needless to say, was the best.&lt;br /&gt;but they were all really good!&lt;br /&gt;so then we went to the staffroom for a longgg chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;we den sent the tshirt design for the acs act (my cca) to the printing company.&lt;br /&gt;then that miss cheng sooper funny.&lt;br /&gt;she went and click the send button without attaching the design.&lt;br /&gt;then everyone was SCREAMINGGGG! haha soo funny&lt;br /&gt;good thing the moe email had a spellcheck before sending.&lt;br /&gt;moe probably doesnt want the teachers to make spelling errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den miss pang,cheng,tan, and mr lo(ba loba) and the3 of us went to seoul garden at ngee ann...&lt;br /&gt;very funn!! but like the oil kept on jumpingggg to our skinnn&lt;br /&gt;den adler would scream again&lt;br /&gt;den miss pang and cheng went to buy shirts coz they thought seoul garden smelled.&lt;br /&gt;should have went with them man..&lt;br /&gt;they came back with two boring polo tees.&lt;br /&gt;i mean get some nicerr laaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;ahah den adler and mr.lo(ba loba) went to book tickets for "TAXI" !!&lt;br /&gt;kenneth went home, he said he was tired. ...-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;taxi was reallyyy funny.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was partly because adler was laughing like maaaaaadddd&lt;br /&gt;i mean like laughing and giggling. thank God he didnt slap anyone.&lt;br /&gt;well then i took a boring 7 home.&lt;br /&gt;and wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-110009048196451379?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/110009048196451379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=110009048196451379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/110009048196451379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/110009048196451379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/11/yawwn.html' title='yawwn'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-110008989990275109</id><published>2004-11-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T20:31:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faces.</title><content type='html'>some faces belong on tv&lt;br /&gt;some faces belong behind counters&lt;br /&gt;some faces belong with many other faces&lt;br /&gt;but your's certainly did not belong alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some faces are smeared with maybeline&lt;br /&gt;some faces are down with love&lt;br /&gt;some faces have hapiness painted all over&lt;br /&gt;your's is drowned in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is patient, love is kind&lt;br /&gt;love conquers all.&lt;br /&gt;that love that hurt you,&lt;br /&gt;was not of Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;I have reminded you.&lt;br /&gt;time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;you have forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;but I have not forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in this you'll find Me&lt;br /&gt;and finally come home once more&lt;br /&gt;to dine and live&lt;br /&gt;in my house forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you belong to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;br /&gt;written for a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-110008989990275109?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/110008989990275109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=110008989990275109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/110008989990275109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/110008989990275109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/11/faces.html' title='faces.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109975696295594213</id><published>2004-11-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T00:02:42.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladder 49</title><content type='html'>hi guys...&lt;br /&gt;im gonna turn in soon.&lt;br /&gt;just an update.&lt;br /&gt;today i called sonata bout my shoes&lt;br /&gt;and then they told me they dont have my size.&lt;br /&gt;well duh. u measured my feet and said it was big.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt u tell them to make it?&lt;br /&gt;i waited 2 months instead of 1 and a half.&lt;br /&gt;and u want me to wait longer?&lt;br /&gt;by the time my production will be over and i wont need it, silly.&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;i was sooper piissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out with jemmie to go watch movie and lunch&lt;br /&gt;we watched ladder 49.&lt;br /&gt;SOOPER GOOD SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;must go watch.&lt;br /&gt;but its the touching type lar.&lt;br /&gt;but very nice.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna change my song to one of the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to wake up for logistics&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109975696295594213?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109975696295594213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109975696295594213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109975696295594213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109975696295594213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/11/ladder-49.html' title='ladder 49'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109958550449438343</id><published>2004-11-05T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T00:25:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ladeedaa..</title><content type='html'>wow, been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, its basically been dancing and going out.&lt;br /&gt;on tues we had our first combined REHEARSAL for Electric Youth *clapclap* with the DSA doodes. it was quite irritating because the a few of the dsa kids would go to the wrong side and raj would get angry and get us to do the whole thing again..like 4 times.. pain man..the full run thru was horrid..esp the last dance, coz kenneth CHUA doesnt want to send us the music. prob to busy in his own little world. there's this doode in DSA named cavan pronounced as kay-vern. soooper cute man.. quite nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i received a call from adler saying we had an open house today. and i was like what the...now then tell me? i mean when u hear open house, u think stalls and stuff. but it was so sooper lame. I tell u, the audience (graduates from pri school to be) was so dead boring. an we dance like crap also. too early lar. it looked quite bad. O WELL. ahha. den we talked with mspam cheng and ms fong for quite a long time and adler rikh and i went shopping at orchard. mind you, we were done dancing at 10 and i got home at 6. wow. i saw alot of nice things to buy but my dad wun allow. HAIZ. o and i think i wan a handphone.&lt;br /&gt;so for the last few hours i've been doing my testimonial for a scholarship application.. i really need this...&lt;br /&gt;see you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109958550449438343?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109958550449438343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109958550449438343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109958550449438343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109958550449438343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/11/ladeedaa.html' title='ladeedaa..'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109932173464742342</id><published>2004-11-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:08:54.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may angels lead you in.</title><content type='html'>hey all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song, the wan you are hearing, has a story behind it. when this band was rather un famous, not infamous. whatever. the were two girls who wud lead dem and eventually publicized them very well. and this band later found out that the two girls met with an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tragic isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmonn doodes, empathize with me!&lt;br /&gt;ok. what if someone who gave you your first pair of manly undies died tommorow? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkie. haha. today i went to adler's "party". when i got there, there were only adler and rikh. (the hosts) and adler was like throughout there going "Rikh, your party sucks" ahha faaarny. haha, haha, hah... den more people came and we played truth or dare. quite fun. then they went for a swim. i dunked rikh in once. then again. he got pretty pissed. haaha&lt;br /&gt;i reallly dont care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may angels lead you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109932173464742342?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109932173464742342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109932173464742342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109932173464742342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109932173464742342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/11/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='may angels lead you in.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109894746665843398</id><published>2004-10-28T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:11:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its so nice to be happy</title><content type='html'>yoyoyOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha today went abit earlier to school to get my report book before going to see raj for dance. so i went there and i only so miss pamela cheng. den she dun allow take report book so i have to ask my form teacher. couldnt find her so i went for dance. it seems that raj was on mc. for too much dancing. ahha jk. but seriously man. that guy has been too busy dancing liaoz. he even said it himself.&lt;br /&gt;PITYPITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kenneth lead the "practice". kenneth also spoilt the stereo the last time so we had to use a makeshift boombox. and so we waited. and waited. and waited. (coz other doodes were using the booooom box) and when we finally got it. we couldnt practice the new song coz they didnt bring it. SOO STOOOPID. haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to join my class to get the report book. we got the acs echo, yearbook, and i got highest in level for overall geog. so i got 200 bux. YAY. that stoopid ian yang. *sorry i have to vent my anger* WAS THE BEST IN HISTORY! my subject. coz i almost failed history for mid year, and i was highest in level for end year. AND I LOST TO HIM BY ONE FRIGGIN MARK. in other words, i lost 200bux (to ian yang) just because of 1 friigggin mark. its damn disturbing. i think i will have nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna be in 2a1. YIPEEEE. best class&lt;br /&gt;haha most prob. get mrs catherine wong again. YIPPEEEEE X2&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be with manraj and nick in 2a1  YIPEEEEE 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for alll those prayers for EOY.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do better for next year. just bored so i'll write down a lil poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quasimodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crawl in shadows,&lt;br /&gt;fade to grey between the black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Never to show my face,&lt;br /&gt;as fear grasps me.&lt;br /&gt;What will I ever become?&lt;br /&gt;My life, shorter,&lt;br /&gt;my happiness, dies.&lt;br /&gt;As i come to the realisation&lt;br /&gt;of who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quasimodo, Quasimodo!&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever understand?&lt;br /&gt;You life, has been determined&lt;br /&gt;by the sky and all above.&lt;br /&gt;Your life, blissless and hated&lt;br /&gt;by everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I am of a lesser god.&lt;br /&gt;My heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;My frailness, my uglyness.&lt;br /&gt;Im sure it matters none.&lt;br /&gt;Though I do question.&lt;br /&gt;What will I become?&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;You dare to question your being?&lt;br /&gt;We of the normal are&lt;br /&gt;normal.&lt;br /&gt;And you Quasimodo,&lt;br /&gt;are just an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-do not- want- to&lt;br /&gt;believe.&lt;br /&gt;That I, made of the same God&lt;br /&gt;as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Am untouchable, the outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I ascend,&lt;br /&gt;I shall ask my maker.&lt;br /&gt;Why he shaped me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109894746665843398?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109894746665843398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109894746665843398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109894746665843398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109894746665843398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-so-nice-to-be-happy.html' title='its so nice to be happy'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109877866572005332</id><published>2004-10-26T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:17:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>hmm...lately my blog's only been updated when im too tired and bored to do anything. that's why the posts have been pretty short lately. practices for electric youth..going out..blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;so today i went out shopping on my own. yea i hardly do it. coz i dun wanna look like a loner. but i had to today. to buy some clothes. get my ezlink done again. (coz i lost my wallet fer the 3rd time) den  bought a new billabong wallet. its very hard to find things in orchard. i was like walking like mad.. yeayea..so im not a real shopper. haha. so im finally back..gonna go sleep soon. im gonna get someone to pass me the new dance song so i can practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to most people wondering if i have a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;na-uh.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have crushes. not now at least. but there are a few friends who would like to be partners. but, whatever the Lord shows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. i owe my mum big bux.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109877866572005332?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109877866572005332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109877866572005332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109877866572005332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109877866572005332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmm.html' title='hmm.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109834992170050337</id><published>2004-10-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T17:12:01.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawwn.</title><content type='html'>heyy..just came back from queensway, looking for some sporty clothes, if possible for electric youth practices. so i was talking to anh yesterday and she said that there may not be tickets left, according to raj. so i have no idea. BIG BUMMER! grrr..i was gonna sell lots man..sorry doodes dudettes..&lt;br /&gt;its quite sad that the dances were abit to easy, for the dsa kids lar. but i do hope the're other fast ones. ahah but its been pretty cool. later gonna go with charis to pp to work again..i dun want to coz tmr got dance and school..so i dunno..go home early?&lt;br /&gt;ciaao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109834992170050337?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109834992170050337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109834992170050337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109834992170050337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109834992170050337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/yawwn.html' title='yawwn.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109819659026293112</id><published>2004-10-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:36:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzZZZx.</title><content type='html'>haah came back from Electric youth photo shoot and videography. it was a loongg day. BUT FRUITFUL!! haha sorry, really tired. i learnt a kiddy dance in 5 mins. whooaaa haha but it was fun dancing with down syndrome kids..though i do have my doubts about them doing our dances in....Electric Youth! come watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109819659026293112?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109819659026293112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109819659026293112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109819659026293112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109819659026293112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/zzzzzzx.html' title='zzzZZZx.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109810280155672380</id><published>2004-10-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:33:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>electric youth</title><content type='html'>whooaa. so today was practically the first dance class for Electric Youth. yep,i know it doesnt sound very nice, but its easier to understand than Furniture and Amphibians. so we doodes will be dancing with down syndome people from the Down Syndrome Association.. *rolls eyes* duh. &lt;br /&gt;trust me. its gonna be damn cool. i'm already in love with the first dance, but i dun have the music. *dong* so i cant practice. BUT I WILL. tmr also got photo shoot at 6.30pm. at potong pasir. I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THAT IS. but i noe im gonna be in it. he wants streett cool doode, and my dressing is far from that. maybe i will leech from somebody. haha. raj is nicer! so far. hope he doesnt scold me again. But today was good. i found my 3.50 dance shoes, so i'll use them until my jazz shoes come in. should be soon i hope. yep, so on 18of november there will be a "preview". and tix are going for $20 instead of the lARRGEE AMOUNTSS like 150 and up. WOW. but it all goes to Down SA. and for our reward. we get to go to some nice resort for a dance camp. everybody go *whoaaa*!! this is gonna be so fun. but ive been having some frequent headaches, its probably coz i sweat like maaddd.but im sure i can trust in God. he'll go all out for me if i do the same.&lt;br /&gt;He rocks lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109810280155672380?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109810280155672380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109810280155672380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109810280155672380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109810280155672380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/electric-youth.html' title='electric youth'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109801716324833761</id><published>2004-10-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:46:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMS.</title><content type='html'>hehey doodes... just came back from jesus and me sunday programmee.. was pretty good. very enriching. church today was anointed..really. well, i really can say more than that. tmr going for maths from 8 - 1 and then got dance from 11-8. *im caught up in the middle*. arrghhh i wanna go dance haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109801716324833761?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109801716324833761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109801716324833761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109801716324833761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109801716324833761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/jams.html' title='JAMS.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109793505471651047</id><published>2004-10-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T21:57:34.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the JIAO TIMES</title><content type='html'>*IMAGINE*&lt;br /&gt;you stroll down a park, u sit on those benches. you find something pricking ur feet.u bend down and pick it up. and u see....*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T H E   J I A O   T I M E S&lt;br /&gt;Previously today, 16th of October, Jonathan Ng was having a birthday celebration. Lets all clap loudly for his 13th. As incredible as it is, that is not what the JIAO TIMES will be reporting about on this article. As Timotheus reluctantly played basketball with the basketball boys, an absolutely horendous accident had occured. It was the second game and the score was 17-16 with Timotheus' team losing. After his newly aqquainted friend's friend, Lionel, retrieved a great rebound.&lt;br /&gt;---the worst part--- *hollers&lt;br /&gt;Lionel jumps grabs the ball and TIMOTHY TJAHJA (aka. JIAO) jumps and try and get the ball.&lt;br /&gt;-- NOW you might think, "chey this is nothing" but wait till you hear this. Our friend JIAO is on the same team!--&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some say he's quiet, bad eyesight, BLURR..but JIAO accidentally whacked Lionel's spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;This is normal, I know. But the JIAO made on of the lens be embedded in his skin and it was bleeding, even to the naked eye, it looked like it was one whole scar with all the blood. It was a messy, disgusting, and horrfying thing to witness. But I need to earn my pennies.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, friends surrounded him, a St. John came in and treated the boy, like an angel had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk JIAO, I'm sorry I had to write this, but I promise i would, so for the public, i'll like to see an apology, not to me, but for lionel. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Btw, lionels parents think he whacked into a pole. RIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109793505471651047?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109793505471651047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109793505471651047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109793505471651047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109793505471651047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/jiao-times.html' title='the JIAO TIMES'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109781343763761236</id><published>2004-10-15T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:10:37.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>yes, uve heard it, uve wished for it, and now youve seen it! LITTLETIMMYBOI.BLOGSPOT.COM IS BACK! -clapclapclap-&lt;br /&gt;yep. my exams are over, not sure if i did well. some went well and others...not good. but its all over.&lt;br /&gt;2months of holidays, thats alot of free time. i supposed i'll be back working at the restaurant, earning MANYMANYMANY dollars. &lt;br /&gt;but if anyone wants to go out call me. &lt;br /&gt;how yall like the new one. its blue, so its not gay. (directs to the persistent idiot who like calling people gay) i know who u are. ahah! u'll get what u deserve.&lt;br /&gt;"vengence is mine." :p &lt;br /&gt;yep, beautiful song ehh? click on the link to get the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;seeya later alligators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109781343763761236?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109781343763761236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109781343763761236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109781343763761236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109781343763761236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/10/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109593741305395246</id><published>2004-09-23T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T19:03:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ciao.</title><content type='html'>its been a while, but im not gonna post untill my xammie blues go away aahaa..update. i droppe my dad's camera. scolded. loss of trust. i got my ipod. finally super cool. ahah gotta run. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109593741305395246?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109593741305395246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109593741305395246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109593741305395246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109593741305395246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/09/ciao.html' title='ciao.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109491876874078842</id><published>2004-09-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T00:06:08.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait lar.</title><content type='html'>heehee that was writtenin honour of those loyal friends who have been checking me blog. for you have WAITED. whahhahha! update-- this week's been great! not hanging with most my friends coz most are studying or not in sg. siggh. but its aiight lar..hhaha tmr gonna go fer Jesus And Me Sunday...supposed to be some rappa-feller...im the usher, yesyes,, i will be USHER. haha well whatever...not gonna update much coz like got stuff to do. so thx anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, &lt;br /&gt;for your sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;that youve made for me.&lt;br /&gt;reluctantly or willingly,&lt;br /&gt;neither matters.&lt;br /&gt;coz in the end it turns out the same.&lt;br /&gt;notice me, while i notice you.&lt;br /&gt;then we realise beside that one difference&lt;br /&gt;we are same. 2 of the same.&lt;br /&gt;so hack that wall down.&lt;br /&gt;and let me see your face,&lt;br /&gt;and embrace you.&lt;br /&gt;we are not worthy of such happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109491876874078842?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109491876874078842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109491876874078842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109491876874078842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109491876874078842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/09/wait-lar.html' title='wait lar.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109491820656934013</id><published>2004-09-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T23:56:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wait.</title><content type='html'>wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us wait again.&lt;br /&gt;let us wait longer.&lt;br /&gt;for good things come to those,&lt;br /&gt;who wait.&lt;br /&gt;a day consists of many&lt;br /&gt;daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;but i can only remember&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for materialistic &lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;to come true.&lt;br /&gt;or just waiting in line for some &lt;br /&gt;kopi after a hard days work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let us wait again&lt;br /&gt;and this time much longer,&lt;br /&gt;for then we see,&lt;br /&gt;what we would never see,&lt;br /&gt;if we didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109491820656934013?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109491820656934013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109491820656934013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109491820656934013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109491820656934013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/09/wait.html' title='wait.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109400924956491258</id><published>2004-09-01T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:27:29.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of term 3</title><content type='html'>whoa..its been a while huh.. yea..been really busy. juggling dance and school. coz like dance takes up to 6..den u still have to practice..which is a MUST...practice until u get frriigin sian of the song. haha teachers day was absolutely cool! the first session was alriht lar..kenneth made an obvious wrongstep..but its was still fun.. the 2nd wan was better..well for me at least..haha didnt even noe where my class was sitting..too bad raj and michael nvr come..i miss michael's angmor jokes..hiaaz.. den later wen to scotts to eat..borrowed money..coz im still saving my cash, forgot to bring some on that day..-.-'' so now i have to pay 8 bux back (for 2 days of lunch) when ard going to nice ex shopps..looking at the stuff. haha den i felt like going home so i left the rest..i got on the train.and decided to go to pp..hah. slept there, worked until sooper tired and slept at home..haha todays gonna be as fun.. the bourne supremacy..collateral's nc16..darn. finally gonna get my dance shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109400924956491258?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109400924956491258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109400924956491258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109400924956491258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109400924956491258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/09/end-of-term-3.html' title='end of term 3'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109326670542870797</id><published>2004-08-23T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:11:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busybusybusy</title><content type='html'>whooa, ive been reeally busy the past week, and something tells me it'll nvr stop. i have to do a dance and skit item for teachers' day. that's right, two seperate performances. it's gonna be REALLY fun. But, i do hope i can cope, if not, i'll lose the skit. i dun really much care if cat wong asked me before adler, bcoz the dance is pretty fun. its a janetjackson mix. abit wierd, but the steps are much fun. and really fast. *sweatsweat* *pantpant* and the skit is like "the 10 most stoopid things students do in class" which was produced, written, directed by me. so i dont think it'll be that fantastic. But coz like all items go through chan vee bun b4 entering on stage, im not sure if the skit will make it. but im sure the dance wiill. coz it always does. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;i feel abit mean, ive neglected pple who i dun want to. but i  just have.&lt;br /&gt;busybusybusy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;doesnt that suck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*tims.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109326670542870797?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109326670542870797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109326670542870797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109326670542870797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109326670542870797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/busybusybusy.html' title='busybusybusy'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109265892519552222</id><published>2004-08-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T20:22:05.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>yoyo!! sorry blogg havent been updating... ive been really tired the last week but at last ive found the time to come up and post.. wOw! this week has been a busy week, but like i dont feel like ive accomplished much...yeep...been reaally borred but busy! ARGH IM SO BUSY&lt;br /&gt;... ahha ok.&lt;br /&gt;today was fun..i think..i really thought it was gonna be a bad day. on the bus i was fretting man..coz yesterday i followed a few guys to kfc...i love kfc now..great stuffss *yummyyumyum* den went to swensens..they have 5 scoops of ice cream for 1.39 bux man! is that an offer or what? ate till 6 den followed leo and cuz sheryl to esplanade to catch the fireworks..wahh man..we took like 2hrs just to get to that plain field to watch it..but i think, it was worth it &gt;_&lt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;so i came home at like 930..and i THOUGHT i had abit left..den i couldnt find the exercise book!!! so toot! den when i finally decided to do on exam pad..I FOUND IT! but i still had to do it.. den i heaved a sigh of relief..and laid back..and a scene in skool played..SHOOTZ! i fergot to do somemany things!!&lt;br /&gt;so i slept on the bus ride to skool today..very worried...den a wierd dream came to me..cant remember what it was lar..but i remember i read a very common but hardly totally followed.&lt;br /&gt;prov 3:5&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord with all thine heart,&lt;br /&gt;and lean not on your own understanding...&lt;br /&gt;i saw it on a piece of paper, and immediately i woke up and i reached skool. is that wow or what?? the subjects werent to bad..swimming was fun, and so was dance..but i needa get extra training from kenneth, coz i dunno all of the steps yet..&lt;br /&gt;O WELL! luv ya all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Does He rock or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109265892519552222?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109265892519552222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109265892519552222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109265892519552222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109265892519552222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/update_16.html' title='update'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109252708780827960</id><published>2004-08-15T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T07:44:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1482/1024/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1482/400/3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clara and me. heehee so cute right? taken on evangenite at penangplace 8aug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 8pt;'&gt;tims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109252708780827960?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109252708780827960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109252708780827960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109252708780827960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109252708780827960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/clara-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109222608196124003</id><published>2004-08-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T20:10:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>just a lil update on whats been happening, the past week has been pretty boring.. i had so much plans fer national day...but not one took place, sharon was too busy with school, dawn fell ill..and all sorts.. BUMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my dads been a little angry with me..yea right, like he's treating me like a kid man..can do this cant do that..and he thinks that banning me from my life would help..ha! ok..im not gonna make angry posts all day, no matter what i feel like....today was pretty ok...dance was like boring coz we're not doing any new dance..just the same f&amp;amp;a dance...enede at 5..den i went home, on the way i met ruth..miss that girll..too bad i was broke..and tired, so we just talked fer an hour or so..den got home..and slept...until7 to watch sevendays..great show i tell u..that doctor olga is getting prettier and prettier..heez! well, seeyou guys, ive got so much stuff to pack..ARGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seeyall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109222608196124003?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109222608196124003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109222608196124003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109222608196124003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109222608196124003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109185452262618965</id><published>2004-08-07T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T12:55:22.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoo!!</title><content type='html'>whooo!! fantastic..&lt;br /&gt;last night we had marks bdae party&lt;br /&gt;but i had to work..&lt;br /&gt;grrr..but its ok lar&lt;br /&gt;at least i can get my ipod soon &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need 300bux more...&lt;br /&gt;which wud take a month and a half!&lt;br /&gt;yaay!&lt;br /&gt;marks bdae was pretty cool,&lt;br /&gt;but not very partyish..&lt;br /&gt;just little talking here and here.&lt;br /&gt;heheee den right,&lt;br /&gt;when mag, janna and rachel&lt;br /&gt;needed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;leo decided to send them,&lt;br /&gt;and i was bored lar,&lt;br /&gt;so i join him..&lt;br /&gt;its really cool, to drive from&lt;br /&gt;farrer to cck at such a late time..&lt;br /&gt;blast "for all youve done"&lt;br /&gt;sing alongg haha so fun.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 2.30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, woke up at 6am,&lt;br /&gt;and got ready to go to toa payoh&lt;br /&gt;had to take the 2.4run&lt;br /&gt;coz i missed it coz of furniture and amphibians&lt;br /&gt;den right, as most of yall wud noe,&lt;br /&gt;i cant run! i cant!&lt;br /&gt;so then like the first lap,&lt;br /&gt;i was praying in tongues&lt;br /&gt;not to fail that badly&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;den i felt like i just had to trust Him..&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty hard to belive that i could pass,&lt;br /&gt;den i kept my pace&lt;br /&gt;i really kept my pace maan&lt;br /&gt;each lap same time give or take 10secs&lt;br /&gt;haha den final lap,&lt;br /&gt;dying liao...wanted to stop, but i didnt!&lt;br /&gt;and i went on and on,&lt;br /&gt;and i got..14 42! and the passing mark was&lt;br /&gt;1440&lt;br /&gt;i was abit worried,&lt;br /&gt;so i asked the guy, do i still pass&lt;br /&gt;den he said&lt;br /&gt;"because of the ice cream stick, i'll take of 15secs"&lt;br /&gt;YIPEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha i PASSED,, I PASSSED, IPASSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;praiise Him!! praiise Him!&lt;br /&gt;praiise! dance! provoke your neighbour!!!&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORDDDDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;ahahah yayyay&lt;br /&gt;right, den i went with choy to eat macs&lt;br /&gt;den went to play cs fer an hour&lt;br /&gt;saw keith, looks them same, taller tho&lt;br /&gt;but im still TALLER! muauahaaahaha&lt;br /&gt;yeps, now im back home,&lt;br /&gt;gonna do the slides fer sunday service&lt;br /&gt;and the poem + prob. pantomime fer teacher's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"help me again..pls? with large cherries, and whip cream... i know u like it &gt;+&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109185452262618965?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109185452262618965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109185452262618965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109185452262618965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109185452262618965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/whoo.html' title='whoo!!'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109154281277214583</id><published>2004-08-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:20:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><content type='html'>whooa...sorry guys,&lt;br /&gt;but there really hasnt been much to&lt;br /&gt;talk about...&lt;br /&gt;ive been coming home late,&lt;br /&gt;with so much work to do..it's kinda&lt;br /&gt;freakkyy...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, left dance early,&lt;br /&gt;to go to ACJC&lt;br /&gt;fer some writing mentorship thingy.&lt;br /&gt;so i missed out on...&lt;br /&gt;er i dunno what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den when i got to ACJC...&lt;br /&gt;i saw my sis there!&lt;br /&gt;haha she was one of my mentors&lt;br /&gt;haha! so she mentored Ian Yang&lt;br /&gt;a really smart one.&lt;br /&gt;haha den i got this guy&lt;br /&gt;named Yap Siong,&lt;br /&gt;who's supposedly the president.&lt;br /&gt;he specialised in poetry&lt;br /&gt;which i was interested in.&lt;br /&gt;he talked alot about poetry and prose.&lt;br /&gt;and i wrote a poem about punishment.&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeps! thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.i slept at 5..and woke up at 9!&lt;br /&gt;arrrggghh&lt;br /&gt;well...g2go now..dads bugging&lt;br /&gt;seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109154281277214583?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109154281277214583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109154281277214583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109154281277214583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109154281277214583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/08/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109101391638076967</id><published>2004-07-28T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T19:25:16.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one great week</title><content type='html'>what a wonderful week...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;why all the days have been so laxed..&lt;br /&gt;and yet i have learnt so much more.&lt;br /&gt;today was really good..&lt;br /&gt;really fun too!&lt;br /&gt;had dance practice today..&lt;br /&gt;i was looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;nope, not coz raj wasnt coming =p&lt;br /&gt;but coz it was a good day!&lt;br /&gt;heeheezz..i really thank the Lord for this week,&lt;br /&gt;maybe im too early in the week to say it.&lt;br /&gt;i will anyway!&lt;br /&gt;haha ive been praying to him!&lt;br /&gt;let this week,&lt;br /&gt;let this day,&lt;br /&gt;be just wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;then i can say,&lt;br /&gt;my God is the most faithful,&lt;br /&gt;im whom i have been trusting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sure,&lt;br /&gt;no matter happens in this week.&lt;br /&gt;it will be good!&lt;br /&gt;or a blessing in disguise =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fer dance prac,&lt;br /&gt;we did "everybody's free"&lt;br /&gt;maaann...like 2-3 months ago&lt;br /&gt;i wud be like...EEWWWW&lt;br /&gt;soo annoying.&lt;br /&gt;ya see, i had to do it everyday fer a week plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;furniture and amphibians!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful production i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;yeeppz! so today i walked down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;den when we were doing the opening pose..&lt;br /&gt;i was like.."wah seh maaan..how i wish i went back in time!"&lt;br /&gt;heeez..yeeps..it went really well...&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i remembered my steps...&lt;br /&gt;then, i asked adler to teach me&lt;br /&gt;"can't help it"&lt;br /&gt;the wan raj ask me and nick to learn.&lt;br /&gt;fer national day celeb.&lt;br /&gt;so when i saw right..&lt;br /&gt;i thought like not so hard.&lt;br /&gt;den when he played the music riight..&lt;br /&gt;"WAH PIANG! so fast arrr!!"&lt;br /&gt;crap maan..&lt;br /&gt;i liked sqeeeezed all the juice outta my brain..&lt;br /&gt;just to commit the steps to memory.&lt;br /&gt;haha so much that adler said&lt;br /&gt;"waah, tims head raining liao. haha!"&lt;br /&gt;heehee, yea i guess it was pretty wet.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end..we did about 2hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;and kenneth and adler &lt;br /&gt;(like the leaders of dance)&lt;br /&gt;were quite proud of me..&lt;br /&gt;i was like YIPEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;finally they realised how good i was&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;then adler said&lt;br /&gt;"alright man, ur my new apprentice"&lt;br /&gt;WAAAHH..&lt;br /&gt;like my heart in my mouth..&lt;br /&gt;so yep! i learned like 1:30mins of the&lt;br /&gt;4min song in 2 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;thats like fast fer me..&lt;br /&gt;haha the song's really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;very fast but cool..&lt;br /&gt;i thought everybody's free was good..&lt;br /&gt;but it's really like that&lt;br /&gt;dick lee national day song in 2002..&lt;br /&gt;i mean the actions are slow..&lt;br /&gt;and unimpressive.&lt;br /&gt;heehee!&lt;br /&gt;maan..im so sooper...HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;haha. seeyall dudes and babes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YIPEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109101391638076967?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109101391638076967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109101391638076967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109101391638076967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109101391638076967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-great-week.html' title='one great week'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109083670443822184</id><published>2004-07-26T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:11:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kootkoot daaye</title><content type='html'>hey whassup?&lt;br /&gt;feeling really good today.&lt;br /&gt;dunch know why!&lt;br /&gt;hehee.&lt;br /&gt;right, yesterday we had Jesus And Me Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a jams.&lt;br /&gt;church was reaally good too!&lt;br /&gt;lets just say,&lt;br /&gt;i needed it k?&lt;br /&gt;these few months ive been pretty distracted.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa things been going round and round.&lt;br /&gt;i thought that without her i'd better off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buncha bull..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been sucky eversince.&lt;br /&gt;but today was good!!!&lt;br /&gt;prraaise the LOOORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during jams they were talking bout faith.&lt;br /&gt;and the though scares me.&lt;br /&gt;during the end times.&lt;br /&gt;many will fall&lt;br /&gt;-lack of faith-&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get back to my postion,&lt;br /&gt;do the things i have to.&lt;br /&gt;so that ends my sunday.&lt;br /&gt;but todaaay!&lt;br /&gt;it was absolutly nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;cept got drama!&lt;br /&gt;hehe..so skool was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;started singing to God during maths.&lt;br /&gt;till lit (4periods of 40mins)&lt;br /&gt;cant sing while i was having recess tho.&lt;br /&gt;ok so its not really riight to drift away from studies,&lt;br /&gt;cept im just good at it.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa jokes during skool,&lt;br /&gt;as fer every other skool day.&lt;br /&gt;heard about acs (international)&lt;br /&gt;its a mixed school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were in one.&lt;br /&gt;then i wudnt have to feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;guess i just relate to&amp;nbsp;girls better.&lt;br /&gt;much better.&lt;br /&gt;thats all really...&lt;br /&gt;then we had house meetings..&lt;br /&gt;see who wanted to join the aquathlon.&lt;br /&gt;like who wants maan..&lt;br /&gt;so got to drama late.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt like they were doing anything tho.&lt;br /&gt;walking around..making stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;you know, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;u know that raj looks really scary when he talks&lt;br /&gt;face to face?&lt;br /&gt;he asked me why i was late.&lt;br /&gt;waaah like he want to tekan me maan.&lt;br /&gt;*shivverrs*"err..hoou---houseee meetttt-ing"&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"eerr HOUSE MEETING LA!"&lt;br /&gt;"o chey"&lt;br /&gt;...-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. so after that he said we got no time.&lt;br /&gt;so i cant get to learn the broadway dance.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i couuld...&lt;br /&gt;so then he wanted the comitee to choose a leader&lt;br /&gt;for each level.&lt;br /&gt;yeea so then he said it was either me or nick foo.&lt;br /&gt;sincerely thot it would be nick,&lt;br /&gt;coz he can dance..&lt;br /&gt;then they were like huddlinggg&lt;br /&gt;*pssstt* *nick or tim?!*&lt;br /&gt;*nick can dance but cannot liddaat lar*&lt;br /&gt;*but tim can to both*&lt;br /&gt;i have honestly no idea what lidaat lar meant.&lt;br /&gt;so they voted.&lt;br /&gt;"ok hands up fer nick foo"&lt;br /&gt;-nobody-&lt;br /&gt;waah piaang..okk&lt;br /&gt;least i know im trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;so now im the&lt;br /&gt;chairman of the class,&lt;br /&gt;art rep.,&lt;br /&gt;christian rep,&lt;br /&gt;peer mediator,&lt;br /&gt;and sec1 drama leader boy..&lt;br /&gt;thank God im not lit rep. no more maan.&lt;br /&gt;i need Him to help me juggle all these responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;i can definitely not do it on my own..&lt;br /&gt;o. did i tell u i have to learn the dance fer&lt;br /&gt;"can't help it" now?! maaaan..fer national day.&lt;br /&gt;thats 2 songs i dont know...&lt;br /&gt;uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;then we had sec4 farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;cool, abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a special shout-out&amp;nbsp;for my dear jia².&lt;br /&gt;fer being such a nice girl to meee..&lt;br /&gt;okkk so i only saw it last night..&lt;br /&gt;but when u think&amp;nbsp;about it riight..&lt;br /&gt;uve always been so wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;youre probably reading this now so..&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much babe!!&lt;br /&gt;you wonderful girl..&lt;br /&gt;eh, and since you read&amp;nbsp;rightt..&lt;br /&gt;can tagg my board anot?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;always nvr say anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jiaajiaajiaajiaa--aHH-AH-EE-HAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109083670443822184?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109083670443822184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109083670443822184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109083670443822184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109083670443822184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/kootkoot-daaye.html' title='kootkoot daaye'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109066071096261968</id><published>2004-07-24T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:18:30.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>normal sat.day</title><content type='html'>its been a sad sat day,&lt;br /&gt;i have accomplished nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but my maths.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to realise...&lt;br /&gt;thats all i accomplish for my hw.&lt;br /&gt;and its everyday somemore..&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i do it first..&lt;br /&gt;my maths has been going..&lt;br /&gt;i used to be interested in it&lt;br /&gt;now i wish i could skip it.&lt;br /&gt;must be that ng hwee fern..&lt;br /&gt;i dunt think she can teach well..&lt;br /&gt;she should go do something else..&lt;br /&gt;like be a fashion model or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was pretty slack,&lt;br /&gt;didnt get down to anything..&lt;br /&gt;cept write something fer joelle..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was her last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;u dont know how exp. cards are these days..&lt;br /&gt;its absurd.&lt;br /&gt;yeaa work was pretty boring..&lt;br /&gt;wished we cud go out after work..&lt;br /&gt;but noooo...everyone was SCARED of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;ok im selfish. so what?!&lt;br /&gt;she means alot k?&lt;br /&gt;everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;im exhausted with this "love issue"&lt;br /&gt;theres like different types of love..&lt;br /&gt;and in each aspect i have problems in,&lt;br /&gt;it sucks, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping to go out today..&lt;br /&gt;but no one asked me out..&lt;br /&gt;it's been like that for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;siaaaan...&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anyone wanna go out next sat? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109066071096261968?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109066071096261968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109066071096261968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109066071096261968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109066071096261968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/normal-satday.html' title='normal sat.day'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109048991793736761</id><published>2004-07-22T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:51:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ying and yang</title><content type='html'>somebody did something,&lt;br /&gt;something that wasnt worth doing.&lt;br /&gt;it was so vague, unclear.&lt;br /&gt;like a picture,&lt;br /&gt;so delicately painted.&lt;br /&gt;and with a swift shift of hand,&lt;br /&gt;smudged. not ruined,&lt;br /&gt;but rather a well-planned diversion.&lt;br /&gt;he&amp;nbsp;didnt want to admit it,&lt;br /&gt;no,&amp;nbsp;he will never admit it.&lt;br /&gt;not to man, at least.&lt;br /&gt;such pain in the life,&lt;br /&gt;he knows is not his own.&lt;br /&gt;like those patients,&lt;br /&gt;who people think has lost their minds.&lt;br /&gt;they're just more complicated,&lt;br /&gt;than the outside might seem.&lt;br /&gt;it's lying there,&lt;br /&gt;struggling, &lt;br /&gt;no it doesnt need your help.&lt;br /&gt;it wants to be what i wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;not to be forced,&lt;br /&gt;but convicted, again.&lt;br /&gt;and when the world gets bigger,&lt;br /&gt;when his eyes are slowly being unveiled,&lt;br /&gt;he realises,&lt;br /&gt;its not over.&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how he tries,&lt;br /&gt;he just cant wait for it to be.&lt;br /&gt;to understand the deeper meaning,&lt;br /&gt;behind the matrix.&lt;br /&gt;and just when he thought his world,&lt;br /&gt;the world of his own,&lt;br /&gt;was collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;she had to come in,&lt;br /&gt;yes, she had to.&lt;br /&gt;what would he have done if she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation that each date,&lt;br /&gt;was better than the other.&lt;br /&gt;got him going back up again&lt;br /&gt;-for a short period-&lt;br /&gt;after which his heart was pierced,&lt;br /&gt;twisted, &lt;br /&gt;and in a horrible display,&lt;br /&gt;his life looked to the side,&lt;br /&gt;and turned into what he feared it would.&lt;br /&gt;he can never blame her.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt her fault.&lt;br /&gt;it was nobody's.&lt;br /&gt;such beauty inside of her,&lt;br /&gt;he himself couldnt comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;he can never say it was foolish,&lt;br /&gt;an absurd choice,&lt;br /&gt;even until the end.&lt;br /&gt;he has yet to meet another one alike.&lt;br /&gt;or better.&lt;br /&gt;wasted it was,&lt;br /&gt;no one intiated it,&lt;br /&gt;it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;and in a snap of a finger,&lt;br /&gt;the relationship broke.&lt;br /&gt;lucky for him,&lt;br /&gt;the immense sadness,&lt;br /&gt;the pain,&lt;br /&gt;turned his life around.&lt;br /&gt;but the past pernertrates,&lt;br /&gt;everytime he looks back.&lt;br /&gt;everytime he think he sees her.&lt;br /&gt;the dry scar bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;the part of his heart he shared with her,&lt;br /&gt;cannot be returned.&lt;br /&gt;the effort spent,&lt;br /&gt;turned into pain...&lt;br /&gt;life, love and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;im talking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;so dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a love story, a once in a lifetime one. i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109048991793736761?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109048991793736761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109048991793736761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109048991793736761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109048991793736761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/ying-and-yang.html' title='ying and yang'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109041149757247627</id><published>2004-07-21T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:07:21.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starrystarry nite..</title><content type='html'>starry, starry nite. &lt;br /&gt;see them as they twinkle. &lt;br /&gt;and wonder what they are! &lt;br /&gt;seriously, only stars can twinkle? &lt;br /&gt;maybe in the future they'll send something. &lt;br /&gt;to wayy out therre!! that'll twinkle. &lt;br /&gt;then the Singapore sky will be beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;it would be romantic, ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was quite eventful. &lt;br /&gt;had my first home ec prac. &lt;br /&gt;made chicken tofu burger... &lt;br /&gt;fried the patties and stuffs.. &lt;br /&gt;but like we got 8 outta ten.. &lt;br /&gt;and the teacher was like.. &lt;br /&gt;"no full marks! seelaa! &lt;br /&gt;never dry properly.... &lt;br /&gt;muahahahaa..muahahaa" &lt;br /&gt;sooo baad! *winks* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool's out, went over to farrer.. &lt;br /&gt;thought i would be alone.. &lt;br /&gt;then i met a friend of mine.. &lt;br /&gt;not disclosing the name.. &lt;br /&gt;coz i dun think any of u wud noe anyways. &lt;br /&gt;had a great time at the hawker centre.. &lt;br /&gt;chit chat, ate to my hearts desire!! &lt;br /&gt;but she didnt eat much.. &lt;br /&gt;i looked a bit unglam. for sure.. &lt;br /&gt;i was drroowning my sorrows! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hawker food is so much better.. &lt;br /&gt;than fast food!! &lt;br /&gt;in the end..i payed 7bux &lt;br /&gt;and that was for two people!! &lt;br /&gt;how much does fastfood cost ya?! &lt;br /&gt;macdonalds food is NOT WORTH IT! &lt;br /&gt;bah! it sux! &lt;br /&gt;at least burger king's come to their senses.. &lt;br /&gt;haha, whopper offer is off.. &lt;br /&gt;lets all spam them.. &lt;br /&gt;WE WANT OUR WHOPPERS! &lt;br /&gt;OR ITS UR ASS GETTING WHOOPED! &lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter in background* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight. yeea..treated her coz.. &lt;br /&gt;*sobs* i might nvr see her again.. &lt;br /&gt;dont u just hate it when that happens.. &lt;br /&gt;right, so my theory is, u balance some happiness, &lt;br /&gt;with something hurtful, or something u hate.. &lt;br /&gt;so i had a great time there! &lt;br /&gt;and so im stuck here studyingg.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo and i did my profile...checkit ooUUT! &lt;br /&gt;and please dont stare at my face..&lt;br /&gt;it was taken at a horrible time..&lt;br /&gt;i had flour on my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109041149757247627?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109041149757247627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109041149757247627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109041149757247627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109041149757247627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/starrystarry-nite.html' title='starrystarry nite..'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109024499093086286</id><published>2004-07-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:51:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus' love is so much better</title><content type='html'>nice to see you again, blog. &lt;br /&gt;got some free time now. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i was listening to Sacred Passion. &lt;br /&gt;this thing they have in america i think. &lt;br /&gt;and its a live worship thing, &lt;br /&gt;i only took it coz there was no other cd. &lt;br /&gt;this might sound wierd but that has nvr happened. &lt;br /&gt;i always have nice cds. &lt;br /&gt;but sunddenly it all dissapeared? &lt;br /&gt;so i thought... &lt;br /&gt;maybe i was supposed to hear this. &lt;br /&gt;and i heard it... &lt;br /&gt;and somehow, &lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;connected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;something i havent done in my own time. &lt;br /&gt;the music felt so much better... &lt;br /&gt;i guess ive been in deep melancholy.. &lt;br /&gt;with distress and all... &lt;br /&gt;so ive been more drawn to these types. &lt;br /&gt;the genre of christian music, &lt;br /&gt;that doesnt praise God directly, &lt;br /&gt;but tells a story. &lt;br /&gt;i believe music is the melody, &lt;br /&gt;and lyrics are the meaning. &lt;br /&gt;without either both have no stand. &lt;br /&gt;i'm always careful what i listen too... &lt;br /&gt;and even when i hear all sorts of satanic ones, &lt;br /&gt;i pray for Jesus' blood. &lt;br /&gt;but i realised that, &lt;br /&gt;even when your life is full of things &lt;br /&gt;that you cant run away from... &lt;br /&gt;there's something much better than hiding. &lt;br /&gt;it's running to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;true, im far from perfect, &lt;br /&gt;or even a spiritual person. &lt;br /&gt;it's never easy to say, &lt;br /&gt;ok, now i will have my quiet time. &lt;br /&gt;because im young, naive and unfocused. &lt;br /&gt;i never do the things i want to do. &lt;br /&gt;but for somehow, &lt;br /&gt;quiet time has been a part of me, &lt;br /&gt;something i cant imagine going without. &lt;br /&gt;i guess its the power, &lt;br /&gt;the awesomeness of this King. &lt;br /&gt;that mezmerises me. &lt;br /&gt;i cant see myself worshiping idols, &lt;br /&gt;it's just not logical. &lt;br /&gt;Jesus is truly amazing... &lt;br /&gt;when i think about his crucifiction, &lt;br /&gt;im trapped in a gamut of emotions. &lt;br /&gt;Why? i mean i know why... &lt;br /&gt;but it's alot of pain... &lt;br /&gt;i guess..there's so much more.. &lt;br /&gt;than this. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jesus' love is so much better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;tims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109024499093086286?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109024499093086286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109024499093086286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109024499093086286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109024499093086286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/jesus-love-is-so-much-better.html' title='jesus&apos; love is so much better'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-109023773972443708</id><published>2004-07-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T19:49:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tims.</title><content type='html'>today went pretty well.. &lt;br /&gt;eh? what's this? new composing format. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;probably wont turn out nice here... &lt;br /&gt;im in love with this blog, &lt;br /&gt;it's the heart, &lt;br /&gt;it's the song, &lt;br /&gt;it's the colors, &lt;br /&gt;that makes it beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i had my first acsbr swimming lesson, &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go for bronze.. &lt;br /&gt;then i realised. &lt;br /&gt;i had no goggles, &lt;br /&gt;and im not feeling that well. &lt;br /&gt;so i thought it wudnt be good for me.. &lt;br /&gt;you know, to push myself too much. &lt;br /&gt;but! it was really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hmm..i slept during english class, &lt;br /&gt;it was reading period, &lt;br /&gt;so i guess it's pretty routine. &lt;br /&gt;i was exhausted by the time drama started. &lt;br /&gt;coz a few of my friends came over last night, &lt;br /&gt;chatted till pretty late. &lt;br /&gt;raj came late. &lt;br /&gt;and i have to get down to learning the steps, &lt;br /&gt;was on mc see... &lt;br /&gt;michael came on time, &lt;br /&gt;as always. &lt;br /&gt;but they had to talk about stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;so we got dimissed early. &lt;br /&gt;im aching all over. &lt;br /&gt;think i'll skip dinner. &lt;br /&gt;too tired.. &lt;br /&gt;arrgh! darn math homework. &lt;br /&gt;its really "&lt;strong&gt;back-&lt;em&gt;2-&lt;/em&gt;back"&lt;/strong&gt; action lor! &lt;br /&gt;everyday one after another.. &lt;br /&gt;math is like the second best time consumer &lt;br /&gt;in my whole sec1 life. &lt;br /&gt;coz like she doesnt teach&amp;nbsp;very well, &lt;br /&gt;and the class is pretty rowdy. &lt;br /&gt;poor girl, &lt;br /&gt;we take her for granted. &lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could do more, &lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, &lt;br /&gt;ive lost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;i dont know why.. &lt;br /&gt;i guess, im not motivated anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;im quite pleased with what i have now. &lt;br /&gt;it's all i hold dear. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;my love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;tims. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-109023773972443708?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/109023773972443708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=109023773972443708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109023773972443708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/109023773972443708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/tims.html' title='tims.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108980555003830417</id><published>2004-07-14T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:45:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heya.</title><content type='html'>heya.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, not in the poetic mood today,&lt;br /&gt;but im just here to tell u bout my day.&lt;br /&gt;skool passed rather quickly, amusingly.&lt;br /&gt;i got quite a bit of hw to do,&lt;br /&gt;and there's a science prac. test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be my first.&lt;br /&gt;but yet, i havent got down to anything.&lt;br /&gt;not even sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letsee, i came back, and the kids were watching,&lt;br /&gt;yep, u noe it, "mean girls"&lt;br /&gt;haha, yea after they watched, i watched.&lt;br /&gt;and during that period of time,&lt;br /&gt;i was helping joyce with her blog.&lt;br /&gt;remember, it's xooplexity.blogspot.com. &lt;br /&gt;oo haha, joyce loo! (not THAT one -.-'')&lt;br /&gt;yeea in the end? it turned out perfect,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to your friendly neighbourhood BLOGMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;*pa-dum-taa-ddaaa!*&lt;br /&gt;haha. no, u cant hire me.&lt;br /&gt;yea den i got down to doing my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and, for u special ppl, a multicolored rose.&lt;br /&gt;just put the cursor here. -----+----- &lt;br /&gt;*tada! there ya have it! a multicolored rose! &lt;br /&gt;tells u the time too.&lt;br /&gt;wonder how many of fell for that.&lt;br /&gt;haah okok!! i can see ur heads turning!&lt;br /&gt;no need to be shy...&lt;br /&gt;hahah lol.&lt;br /&gt;got to have dinner soon,&lt;br /&gt;i'll end this quick.&lt;br /&gt;im in a rather slacker mood.&lt;br /&gt;so u'd probably see me getting scolded tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do care. i just cant put myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=33FF33&gt; laziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108980555003830417?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108980555003830417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108980555003830417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108980555003830417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108980555003830417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/heya.html' title='heya.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108963294811054888</id><published>2004-07-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T18:12:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, healing, love</title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i fell ill.&lt;br /&gt;i was so ill, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;that bad thing about it?&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt control it.&lt;br /&gt;im such a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurt so bad,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted God to heal me in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt his fault.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it was all mine.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt do the catering,&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt sleep so late,&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt;what would've become of me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've skipped school,&lt;br /&gt;now i've skipped drama,&lt;br /&gt;now i've wasted a day,&lt;br /&gt;now im so lazy.&lt;br /&gt;my body is fighting this flu.&lt;br /&gt;thats killing me.&lt;br /&gt;my muscles are aching so much,&lt;br /&gt;my energy, drained.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun care. &lt;br /&gt;im going to skool tmr.&lt;br /&gt;not because im in love with it,&lt;br /&gt;but because i dont want to miss more.&lt;br /&gt;acs barker. it's not bad, it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i can learn somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;where i can just go in, and go out, and gain knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;not like those pitiful people.&lt;br /&gt;we really take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;we think that there'll always be a tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;so much so that we worry about what will happen then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pray for me,&lt;br /&gt;for a speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;for a healed heart,&lt;br /&gt;give me love,&lt;br /&gt;give me a get-well card (to luv_ujesus@Hotmail.com)&lt;br /&gt;i'd really aprreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;o, and a sorry to those who i talked to last night,&lt;br /&gt;i was probably really rude.&lt;br /&gt;coz i couldnt think, focus, it really sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you, all.&lt;br /&gt;for being such friends.&lt;br /&gt;i pray i'll be with you, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=33FF33&gt; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i really liked my last entry. please read it ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108963294811054888?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108963294811054888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108963294811054888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108963294811054888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108963294811054888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick-healing-love.html' title='sick, healing, love'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108939376461080081</id><published>2004-07-10T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T01:37:30.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is real.</title><content type='html'>God is real.&lt;br /&gt;whether you believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;i learnt that he is more real,&lt;br /&gt;more real than an object in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;its more real than the love of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;ive always thought so,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i know it myself.&lt;br /&gt;alas, sometimes i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;no way, not now, i'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today when i decided to take 74 home.. i alighted and walked home. i saw this odd looking leaf on the ground. i was pondering about God and him being to real. i decided, i decided i'd give him a chance, to prove that he is real. it wasnt windy, it was really hot. i stood there, waiting for God to blow that leaf away from the ground. call me what you will, but i just had to see that leaf blow away. i stood there for 2mins plus. but the leaf wouldnt budge. why? if i WAS to be able to move mountains, a leaf shouldnt be as hard. i had faith it wud move but it didnt. not a bit. it stucked to the ground like peanut butter and jelly. i was dissapointed. no doubt. questioning.. i walked cross the bridge and i met this boy who dropped a container and i help pass it to him. i entered the lift, and the STRANGEST, most OUTRAGEOUS thing happened. i flipped my hair and there it was, that same leaf! the leaf!! the sign!! unbelievable. i know, but God can do anything, even the unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is real,&lt;br /&gt;he's there, &lt;br /&gt;whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;he's omnipresent,&lt;br /&gt;he watches you,&lt;br /&gt;your actions, your words, your sin.&lt;br /&gt;he's here even as i write this.&lt;br /&gt;my 13th has been absolutely fascinating,&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt gone like a breeze,&lt;br /&gt;in fact its more of a thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;but when i get hit by lightning,&lt;br /&gt;i dont die..&lt;br /&gt;i'll take it in,&lt;br /&gt;produce energy,&lt;br /&gt;and use for his Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of you all might not understand,&lt;br /&gt;why im crazy over him.&lt;br /&gt;its like he's always there you see,&lt;br /&gt;like a friend..sometimes i actually joke with him.&lt;br /&gt;haha, oops!&lt;br /&gt;and whatever you need, he will provide.&lt;br /&gt;so friends, have faith,&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#33FF33&gt; God IS real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108939376461080081?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108939376461080081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108939376461080081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108939376461080081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108939376461080081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/god-is-real.html' title='God is real.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108918502967843912</id><published>2004-07-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T15:25:22.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete</title><content type='html'>last night i was chatting with mars,&lt;br /&gt;i was confiding to her,&lt;br /&gt;u know, my troubles, pain.&lt;br /&gt;im sec one now.&lt;br /&gt;ive grown, physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;as we grow, &lt;br /&gt;the meaning of life is a bigger question,&lt;br /&gt;something you want to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i want to live my life for God.&lt;br /&gt;but it is so hard,&lt;br /&gt;the human nature is still alive.&lt;br /&gt;13's alot older than you think,&lt;br /&gt;you'd think these troubles can be easily washed away.&lt;br /&gt;fact is, they cant.&lt;br /&gt;i cant control it, &lt;br /&gt;theres something inside...&lt;br /&gt;something of my flesh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were able to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;it looks impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;im going to the healer..&lt;br /&gt;i want to be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;he's special, comforting.&lt;br /&gt;i need him, now.&lt;br /&gt;if only you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;dont look at the screen with a blank face,&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault u cant find the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;the meaning behind my words,&lt;br /&gt;i just cant tell everyone how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;im scared their sentiments of me change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#33FF33&gt; im still that jolly, garbage talker, guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108918502967843912?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108918502967843912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108918502967843912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108918502967843912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108918502967843912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/incomplete.html' title='incomplete'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108900614098873147</id><published>2004-07-05T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:42:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spidey</title><content type='html'>yesterday i didnt want to go fer logistics. yea coz i promised i'd chat with joelle late into the night. in the end, she was so busy i thot it was meaningless. wasted. i slept. when i woke up, i felt ok lar. not that happy. not that sad. just quiet. yea, some of yall might understand. shared a cab with marlene and gwen..was still pretty quiet. prepared the transparency, got eldad to do it during church. i needed to worship. i needed to put Him first. i finally realised what that meant. when i was younger, i had no idea how people could talk to God as if he was in person! it sounded ludicrous. some hypocrite idea. but as i went on in my life i learned that God is there. without seeing, without doubt, i knew he was there. how else do you think its possible where all the pain uve been through as taught you something, and all the pain that couldnt u have avoided it. get me? NO, there is somebody, watching, waiting for me to come back. i need to find Him. i swear i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church i toked around as usual, said hi to everyone and stuff..joelle apologised fer being busy. i was fine with that, its not the apology, its the sincerity in the apology that speaks. took melvins bengawan solo van to douby ghaut. had lunch there. toked. and finally it was time to watch SPIDEY 2! heehee *psst* web flies out* 14 of us. 12 sat in one row, and mars and i agreed to sit together at the 2 seats at the baq. spidey was cool. reeally cool. the mid part was boring, abit to much emphasized. but it was still cool..it was romantic. but i was next to mars. who wudve probably shun all my attempts to get cozy.. HAHAH what am i saying? shes how old?? haha i guess im too used to watching movies with... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the van to eldady-o's. watched a steven curtis chapman concert. he's not my type, so i was abit bored.. went in and out. of the room. still quite quiet. we went to al azaar. but it was packed. so we went to al ameen. which was less good lar.ok it was worse. much worse. i was quiet still. sigh. i dont know whats wrong with me. got home. coudnt get to chat to grace. charis was hogging the com, playing sims. -.-''' yea so i slept and woke up at 230 to catch the game. big dissapointment, the way portugal played. greece deserved to win with their tactics and inpenetrable defense. watched until they stopped jumping with joy. which was pretty long after the match. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote.&lt;br /&gt;claudia proposal to go for a christian conselling course was finally aprroved. im sure its a talent she was mightyly blessed with. she was telling me about how happy she is. i feel the same way. she's my role-model. i think shes sweet and has a strong foundation on the Word. way to go Claudia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108900614098873147?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108900614098873147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108900614098873147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108900614098873147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108900614098873147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/spidey.html' title='spidey'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108887076796115273</id><published>2004-07-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T00:06:07.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you.</title><content type='html'>today, while i was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;i thot of you.&lt;br /&gt;while i brushed my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;i thot of you.&lt;br /&gt;while i was eating,&lt;br /&gt;i thot of you.&lt;br /&gt;while i watched tv,&lt;br /&gt;i thot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youve become a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;if we were to seperate,&lt;br /&gt;my life will be threatened.&lt;br /&gt;no. your not better than God.&lt;br /&gt;your just human.&lt;br /&gt;a veryvery important one.&lt;br /&gt;important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#33FF33&gt; Only God knows, how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108887076796115273?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108887076796115273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108887076796115273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108887076796115273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108887076796115273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-love-you.html' title='i love you.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108876048829282949</id><published>2004-07-02T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:30:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><content type='html'>im in a pretty good mood today.. going to penangplace soon.&lt;br /&gt;wells. today, skool was pretty standard. boring unfun, but good for me.&lt;br /&gt;but AFTER skool. the peer mediators had an outing. i got an excuse to miss pastoral care period. its not really pastoral care la, its just form teacher admin stuffs she has to do. but shes an angel! haha old, married, not so pretty, but a heart of gold! heehee.. right. so then i went to the canteen to meet the other 7 peermediators. chatted awhile, then john hunt came. the teacher in charge of peer mediation. basically we settle disputes between students, find a solution together. stuff like that..its super cool la!&lt;br /&gt;so we took cabs to raffles city, i ate at subway..yummyumyum! den we meet at BK. o havei told u where we were going?! to the Singapore Mediation Centre! which is soo super cool.. which happens to be in the *SUPREME COURT* which is sooo super cool!! the whole place is like MARBLE!MARBLEMARBLEMARBLE! so cool. so we walked there then there was a metal detactor thinggy.. so started to sweat..and stashed my gun in the bin. retrive it later!*-.-'' in the end, we didnt even need to go thro the thing.&lt;br /&gt;we got a tour. have i told you how cool the place is? its super modern, with really cool decorations and stuff, i want to live there!! haha, it had pretty high security too.&lt;br /&gt;den we went to this cool room. the city hall chambers.. heard of it before? I WAS IN IT TODAY! haha. its like a ballroom, just smaller. and it was where the surrender of the japanese treaty took place. SO COOL! it looked reallyreally nice. then we went to this room. with a long oval table. and leather chairs! even better than the parliment meetings wan..and we watched a clip on the mediation services there. den we had a q&amp;a session. preety cool. den we went to city hall..i went home with dan.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, new todday. soorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; **'life is meaningless. without God'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108876048829282949?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108876048829282949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108876048829282949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108876048829282949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108876048829282949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/nothing-much.html' title='nothing much'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108868957624185231</id><published>2004-07-01T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T21:46:16.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Affinity.</title><content type='html'>today in science class.&lt;br /&gt;mdm lam was talking about&lt;br /&gt;affinity.&lt;br /&gt;about the sugar that dissolves&lt;br /&gt;about the water that takes it in.&lt;br /&gt;about the girl that walks in.&lt;br /&gt;about the guys that become attracted.&lt;br /&gt;what is it?&lt;br /&gt;is it of human nature? &lt;br /&gt;or did God put it in us?&lt;br /&gt;why is it?&lt;br /&gt;is it because we want somebody to hold?&lt;br /&gt;is it because of superficial reasons?&lt;br /&gt;or are we stressed by peer pressure?&lt;br /&gt;how did it come about?&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;media?&lt;br /&gt;naturally?&lt;br /&gt;it brings happiness.&lt;br /&gt;but pain overwrites that.&lt;br /&gt;relationships. a purplexed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affinity -- A natural attraction, liking, or feeling of kinship.&lt;br /&gt;natural. can it be You?&lt;br /&gt;someday.i'll ask.i'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108868957624185231?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108868957624185231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108868957624185231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108868957624185231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108868957624185231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/affinity.html' title='Affinity.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108867287728285401</id><published>2004-07-01T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T17:07:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day.</title><content type='html'>haha. today i was sooper blur, last night was jaanna and mags last day at pp!! *crycry* i went to pp by myself and had fish head curry fer dinner! wasted lar..no space. den we went to eat at expensive nydc. gosh im gonna miss them. &lt;br /&gt;school was boring as usual not as bad as i expected. pinli told me my accoutn got hacked. true. I DID NOT WRITE ANYTHING SICK. it was not i. and im gonna get u. right, den i went fer peer mediation duties. david was reading a book. and i was studying my chinese 1b. den he showed me his swat 2 movie. laughed till my pants fell off..i need to sleep. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108867287728285401?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108867287728285401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108867287728285401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108867287728285401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108867287728285401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-another-day.html' title='just another day.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108867161986942202</id><published>2004-07-01T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T16:52:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jehovah Jireh. --definitely my provider.</title><content type='html'>there was something that happened yesterday that is definitely a testimonial to God..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to school. it was raining (thank God fer that) so i went to the home room and i wanted to borrow the chi comprehension ans frm my friends. then right, i look at my bagg, my paper file. not there. then in my locker. not there. i started searching profusely like everywhere. not there. fish, left it at home. *so stoopid right?!* den i fretted and i prayed and prayed. den i thot, im such a idiot.. i deserved this. God must be punishing me. my teachers gonna punish me more!! den we went to chapel. mr ng toked about the seed parable. for one, i thot it was fantastic. den there was the 30second prayer time. and u got it, i prayed for the chi comprehension to run baq to me. get me? then after chapel, i asked Jonathan Yong *not exaactly a good fren of mine* took a while, cost 2 bux, but. i got the thing. next, double period art. I AM THE ART REP. i sit right under her nose. i am doomed. prayed again. then, lee siew lee *art teacher* told us to wait outside the chapel. we waited. then she said "for todays double period, i need yall to usher the art fest participants to the concert hall, were having a full-dress rehersal. timotheus, cud u do me a favour and take my art room key? get the boys to put their bags in the room and lock up. at 10, get all the boys to take the bags.lock up." (paraphrased) uhoh. or issit? i cud be "ushering" and do my work! so when we  were being stationed and stuffz. siew lee said " timotheus, u can be my secetary. just follow me whereever i go. ****! how im i gonna do my hw? arrrgh. so she went to the concert hall. and guess what, she started toking!! to all the teachers and stuff, perfect timing, but is the time enuff? i rushedd..did the first 2 qns, like crap lidat..sure wrong ans. den mingyang *some taiwanese doode* wen wo, ni xu yao wo de bang mang ma? OF COURSE LA! hahaha, den he answer everything fer me *just underline the ans* den b4 i knew it..950. siew lee was getting out of the concert hall. i asked all the ushers there to stay still *they were making a hell lot of noise* den she came out. "WOW! im very impressed!" hhaah cool. but i hadnt done my last qn. den the both of us went ard telling the guys to go in a few minutes time. -skipskip- when everybody had gotten their bags, i rushed and did my  homework. and just as i wrote my fullstop. siew lee appeared *i hate it when she does that, super freaky* den i quickly hid it.. -skipskip- chinese class..  (in english) " ok students. please be quiet! i need to go. my chinese orcherastra is praticing in the art fest rehersal. please do your work and be nice to the relief teacher." WHAT?! SHES NOT COLLECTING THE HW?!?! C.R.A.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story-- God loves u and no matter what. he will provide for you. o, and do ur hw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108867161986942202?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108867161986942202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108867161986942202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108867161986942202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108867161986942202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/07/jehovah-jireh-definitely-my-provider.html' title='Jehovah Jireh. --definitely my provider.'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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-7475414.post-108858115337018294</id><published>2004-06-30T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T15:39:13.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-first blogg-</title><content type='html'>hey all..finally decided to get a blog. yeep! why? coz i realized that when skool started, everyone started to disappear.. so i have no one to talk to..yep! i WILL be posting actually facts lar..but i wunt tell u anything much..yeps. stoopid tagboard got some **** problem! lol, sorry.. er later! jane and her friend wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;jane can get real rude when shes trying to be cool with her friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why conform ourselves to the world? the only thing we really get is bad friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475414-108858115337018294?l=littletimmyboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/feeds/108858115337018294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475414&amp;postID=108858115337018294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108858115337018294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475414/posts/default/108858115337018294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littletimmyboi.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-blogg.html' title='-first blogg-'/><author><name>tims.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15436290085183140582</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>
