<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100</id><updated>2009-02-21T05:03:51.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-2213853420720584774</id><published>2007-04-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:24:03.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the sky is dark in the morning, birds would flock up dispersely in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;In daily morning no. 9 bus, men, women, students would squeeze desperately in the bus with the small space available. Uncomfortably, perspiration of sweat came down from everyone's forehead. Human heat could be felt greatly that tingles our sense of touch. No one would want to chat or talk in this situation. This silence was often interupted by TV mobile. Newsreporter would yank off news of the boring world and sometimes early in the morning, there would have shows about cooking. Its sooo amazing watching the steps and procedures with the new methods of cooking. Salivery amylases were released from most pple, including me. It is surprising many tpjcians stay in simei whom crowded the morning bus on the way to schl. Sometimes, it is hard to revise in the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2213853420720584774?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2213853420720584774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2213853420720584774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2213853420720584774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2213853420720584774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-sky-is-dark-in-morning-birds-would.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-6652586228498326627</id><published>2007-04-12T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T05:01:36.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo, U noe about Joel?? He is my brother, acting strange and trying to be funny these few days. Acting like he is all grown up. Making my parents angry, spitting infront of school teachers, bad smoking habits, like to tell lies, quarell with parents, bringing girlfren home, spent $100 totally on dunno wat when he is suppose to use that money for appointment of the dentist, likes to go out everyday and complain no warm at home, listen to noisy, rock, hard core techno music, defience, wear my clothes, use my things without permission, BUT! he stil loves me, wahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-6652586228498326627?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6652586228498326627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=6652586228498326627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/6652586228498326627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/6652586228498326627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2007/04/yo-u-noe-about-joel-he-is-my-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-2384063698454610074</id><published>2007-04-06T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T04:49:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>问世间情为何物.&lt;br /&gt;y life's so hard to go through...there's times i want to give up and end my life. This is rather commonly heard or said by others...It happened to me even i do not want. I got a rather true religilion that helped me greatly. My god is true!! He's the living god...wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel things has changed alot since the step into this new year. I had changed. Unknowingly, its better in a way. But my friends said i looked very stress...I do think so too. what can i do? i can't do nothing as i am very packed in my schedule. I gave up many things in my life as times passes. Is it worth it? i tell myself yes, that god will make a way when there seems to be no way. Gaining knowledge drains my sleep away, and i feel more tired each day. It would be better of a solution if i take a afternoon nap, but sometimes, it makes me more tired. It wastes time too as things of important task can be completed within that amount of time. I have made several, no many mistakes in my life. But i believe its God's will for me as i walk on the path of light.&lt;br /&gt;A councellor in my previous secondary school told me to plan a timetable of first monthly, weekly, followed by daily. That plans what you are able to do to catch up in whatever you miss in your studies. I think thats very useful especially during my o level period. However, i panic when i didnt get things done of its dateline in the plan and things got more worse. But with a plan in my head, i'm able to accomplish adjusting things easily.&lt;br /&gt;What i shouldnt do is to be complacent and complain in whatever i do. I learnt many things as days go by. There isnt an emptiness in me, but God that liveith in me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2384063698454610074?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2384063698454610074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2384063698454610074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2384063698454610074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2384063698454610074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-4598571615004597570</id><published>2007-04-01T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T04:35:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been posted to tpjc. ya, veri happy n stressful. N the "gay" thing to most of my frens that thought of me was i'm in e tpjc choir! woo!! coping with stress n fellowship+ church ya. all the best for me. short n sweet=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-4598571615004597570?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4598571615004597570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=4598571615004597570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4598571615004597570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4598571615004597570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-posted-to-tpjc.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-4828468379918619224</id><published>2007-02-10T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:33:43.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo...&lt;br /&gt;4 distinction- E maths- A1&lt;br /&gt;Combined science- A1&lt;br /&gt;Core History- A2&lt;br /&gt;combined Humanes- A2 CCA- B3...haiz...&lt;br /&gt;English- B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- B4&lt;br /&gt;Art- B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPEE!!!!!!!! WHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! M.I. SUX!!!!!!!! millienna institude sux to e core&lt;br /&gt;cuz they caught my hair 3 times n now it has been&lt;br /&gt;reduced to slope at the back.... ARGHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-purposely let mi be monitor of the class eh... shitty&lt;br /&gt;sch&lt;br /&gt;BUT I"VE WITHDREW SCH IN 6th OF FEB!!!! WHOOHOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-4828468379918619224?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4828468379918619224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=4828468379918619224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4828468379918619224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4828468379918619224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-7405901612870111076</id><published>2006-12-29T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T03:00:35.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been enduring the few moments of my life back then...i ask myself...isit worth it? i dun think so... wad kind of pain, no one cares...Friends slowly flow away from my life... shd i take the initiaive? or isit they may think i as irritating? Sch is reopening...n i desperate for my results... I do not wan to take this shit anymore... jus hope the holiday would end asap... family ties isnt as strong as b4... jus enjoy ba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-7405901612870111076?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7405901612870111076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=7405901612870111076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/7405901612870111076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/7405901612870111076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-enduring-few-moments-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-4809186012814909175</id><published>2006-12-14T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:15:20.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate holidays.... from O's end till now....it sux... i jus feel too weird n too free to adapt to.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i got things fer mi to enjoy doing...but can't be enjoying all the way.... its not like mi...&lt;br /&gt;it's jus feeling damn weird...n waiting fer the idiot job to b available... the person in charge said she will give us a call...but i tink she's giving false hope... but my mom said they will call...haiz...dunno wad to do now....&lt;br /&gt;back to bout my family, things are getting worser when the problem isn't affecting mi... as my brother is the problem to my family... a burden... i thought at the first place he shouldn't be born after mi... but i cannot be that inhumane.... which my parents told mi before hand that he is alright n there is no reason to abort him..further more, being a christian, my mom struggled b4 whether to abort n decided not to. I saw the long term effect of this idiot bro, n no one seems to take heed of my "advice".... So this is the resultant effect...that Joel is rebelious n giving haedaches to my parents.. Wad i did is giving him the hard way of teaching, which is scolding screaming, beating n we end up fighting sometimes.... I feel I'm wrong in e sense of wad he is today...even if i'm wrong, it's jus a ltittle...&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that can express wad a feel right now....---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Saying I love you is&lt;br /&gt;  not the words I want to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;  It's not that I want you&lt;br /&gt;  not to say but if you only knew&lt;br /&gt;  Ho-ow ea-sy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It would be to show me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;  More than words    is all you have to do&lt;br /&gt;  To make it real&lt;br /&gt;  Then you wouldn't have to say&lt;br /&gt;  That you love me  'cos&lt;br /&gt;  I'd already know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What would you do if my heart was torn in two&lt;br /&gt;  More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real&lt;br /&gt;  What would you say if I took those words away?&lt;br /&gt;  Then you couldn't make things new&lt;br /&gt;  Just by saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-4809186012814909175?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4809186012814909175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=4809186012814909175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4809186012814909175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/4809186012814909175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-1344710805016130322</id><published>2006-12-13T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T06:30:50.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi there again...i'm back from bangkok and feel very weird nowadays even though the trip there was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've enjoyed too much there and i feel very weird if i'm too relax.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm still thinking of her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-1344710805016130322?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1344710805016130322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=1344710805016130322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/1344710805016130322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/1344710805016130322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-there-again.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-3515094265933871496</id><published>2006-12-02T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:34:45.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo....aw....i'm damn tired... the prom was fun, n we ton the whole nite till 6 n take e train home...&lt;br /&gt;slept n wake up to prepare fer piano lesson from 5 - 6 pm... n met des n yile to des's frens's chalet... ate our meal n walked a long way through housing estates till we reached a basketball court n begun our maniac... we played about 3 matches n walked to the chalet from dere...haiz... it sux mann... so tired=).... reached hm bout 11 plus n slept.... today... i need to prepare stuff for singpiration at S.F.(student fellowship) a busy everyday...... 4th, monday, it's holiday to bangkok a 5 day 4 nite trip till 8th.... with my family! yay.... but i feel tired, need to replenish all neurons n cells formation.... I wana sing stand by me- by oasis....anyway, prom rox!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-3515094265933871496?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3515094265933871496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=3515094265933871496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/3515094265933871496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/3515094265933871496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-2939179461987224754</id><published>2006-11-26T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T07:10:50.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw...i'm so damn tired...since after i touch basketball n having the match at suntec... haiz... today was alright..jus holding up jus enough to buy prom stuff after church...although haven't finish yet... fun going out wif Yile n Des... hope wed they would come again , buy stuff wif mi=) jus finished writing lirics n chords of the song Photogragh by Nickelback... Prom nite is coming man... our preparations is not enough..wad to do? this holiday is gonna be a busy one... can't have a relax one... but nevertheless, i still enjoy it! Christmas is important to every christians as it celebrates the birth of Jesus christ... n i gonna be batise on tht day!!! i'm going holiday wif parents to bangkok about 6th dec lyk that... den 26th dec , there's the fellowship camp in s'pore.. next week gotta prepare fer activities that are still setting up for christmas ..and mi n Zhongwei leading Singspiration next week lea...aw...anyway..it's better off den slacking without doing anything during holidays... if that's the case, i worse off then a pile of shit... am i one?? lol...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling mad these few days although i'm tired.. probably after ytd nite of being underaged drinking wine- black bull__ bla bla..., lime something n chocolate something of 40% alcohol&lt;br /&gt;that idiot des=) brought bad accompany, introducing mi to them n hanging out till late after church that previosly i went fer Suntec basketball 3 on 3 match... DAMN tired!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i still LO SOH.....tok so much... think i'm too happy wth... trying to cover any unhappiness n treating everday lyk there's no tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;things u got to worry fer the future, there's always tomorrow to carry on..&lt;br /&gt;today's problem, carry on wif it, not bringing stuff to cramp ur mind of tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;do not be too depress dear frenz.. if not u will suffer depression... be careful... this is one hot hit in the world... 3% of the world population suffer from this depression.. n can be quite scary..&lt;br /&gt;ppl may commit sucide, change of mood... cry suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;sad or angry fer jus a little problem&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth it...&lt;br /&gt;think about it, being happy is everthing..... u can't buy happiness nor life... it's gone when it's gone...&lt;br /&gt;life is short... treasure every bits n pieces and solve it in an puzzle wif no regrets...&lt;br /&gt;memories fade, but ur love, ur heart in everyone's heart will nv fade...&lt;br /&gt;gogrrrr.... lame sia, gd nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2939179461987224754?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2939179461987224754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2939179461987224754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2939179461987224754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2939179461987224754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/aw.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-2117630603281483566</id><published>2006-11-25T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:11:54.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that sahila, said the way i blog was weird.. actually i also think so... =.= i dunno y...&lt;br /&gt;that day she told mi was when i offer her a job.. as a General Asst.  this job is found in the newspaper by my mum n she showed it to me, told mi to go interview... n den i ask yusa... lol...he rejected mi ... so i called sahila, cuz she applied fer M.I. -commerce course as first choice, same as mi, n she wants to work too... chiu wen also applied fer M.I. but sci 1st choice...&lt;br /&gt;aw...we interviewed at tampines telepark #01-06.... we wrote particulars n the person brief us on the work.. it's about doing some project, at bedemeer, bukit panjang there... I think is factory work.. dealing wif electronic components, computers, n stuff like that... probably got air-con...&lt;br /&gt;1 day can earn up to $80!! 1 hour $6.20...... working in shifts sia... gd thing is starting on january lyk that and work 3 days n rest 4 days, work 4 days and rest 3 days, alternately.. wu..shiok seh.&lt;br /&gt;that means u gt to work 14 days in a month..haiz, shift work.........&lt;br /&gt;But! during public holiday, ur pay increase 3 TIMES!!! that means it's $18/hour.....hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;during chinese new year onli la....&lt;br /&gt;luckily my parents helping mi to collect hong baos....&lt;br /&gt;if not i can't enjoy this privilege working gd money=)...&lt;br /&gt;aw shit... i need to go soon... gotta meet kian liang, hafiz fer Basketball match at suntec...&lt;br /&gt;i paid $20 fer it... wif free AND1 jeyseys....of course i go there fer the jeysey itself=)&lt;br /&gt;meetin them at 9.45 AM ...... okzz...cyz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2117630603281483566?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2117630603281483566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2117630603281483566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2117630603281483566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2117630603281483566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/that-sahila-said-way-i-blog-was-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-7331632288324291999</id><published>2006-11-22T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:14:51.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was so fun ytd...jamming with them again...aw....love it man...&lt;br /&gt;nt sure whether to go Millinium institute...&lt;br /&gt;sahila n chiu wen told mi to go...still finding frens to go with mi....haiz..&lt;br /&gt;but i also want to work..what should i do?..&lt;br /&gt;today i found a work as general asst.  going fer interview at tm latta...$80 / day lea...&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. yea... ah...anyway..if go to M.I. fer next year... jus go for first week den dun go liao..haha..&lt;br /&gt;sahila told mi that... i c first lo....latta in e day i'll confirm wif them...&lt;br /&gt;moreover, there are other fishes in the ocean.... other birds in the sky... whish...whu.... wads there to be an idiot to wait..haha....&lt;br /&gt;I love singing veri musch man... BUT!! ytd i'm in charge of singing the first song on prom!!! argh....stress ah... i think i'll do my best lo... my vocal sux...haha..nt up to that standard... must improve.. cya another day=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-7331632288324291999?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7331632288324291999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=7331632288324291999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/7331632288324291999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/7331632288324291999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-was-so-fun-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-7353327353455875849</id><published>2006-11-20T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:44:38.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It so fun mann..aft endeing all e miseries fer a few months holding on to urself to endure O lev... This morning jus finish sci MCQ...aw.. isnt' it great? i went hm aft tht n met Yusa fer lunch.. we decided songs fer our performance during e prom nite..oh..i look forward to it...haha...Yusa actualli went to help us ask e councellor fer our performance, n e councellor  also looking fer a band.. dey paid $200 to outside band n paid us $50 fer the deal of Yusa, Silas, Eugene n me rocking the stage first during prom...i'm  glad i'm  not the one singing... Yusa gonna do the job..haha... he n i spent the afternoon searching songs n he played some indonesian songs in youtube for fun.. lol.... aft tht i accompanied him to his hse, saw his sis n sis's boyfren both jus woke up... =.='l... i use an escuse to use his toilet...haha.. n run hm to slp... now den, jus woke up by my mum fer dinner.. wad an afternoon nap...shiok mann... haha.. i go play maplestory first.. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-7353327353455875849?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7353327353455875849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=7353327353455875849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2966447721438645931?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2966447721438645931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2966447721438645931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2966447721438645931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2966447721438645931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorri.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-2246300839616849517</id><published>2006-11-18T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T07:33:58.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...jus feel veri tired the whole day when i woke up to play some maple..which i'd gave up b4 at the start of the year....haiz...my lev 62 cleric saw cowsweb on e rusty wand... actualli maple quite boring ar...jus plae fer fun.... tomorrow morning still need to report early to church...at 9... it was fun...going out wif des dey all... fun was we played arcade after eating long john... we killed vampires, hit e table hockey n race daydona...den went to supermarket as any gals present in any outings gave fer this reason to shop in almost everi station...aw...i saw jess and shenny...i think dey went to buy prom stuff...which wad shenny told mi e dae b4....all e while, things passed lyk that...but something was on my mind e whole day... i do nt wan to share ... jus hope i could chat again wif that somebody ...i'm so tired...argh...gd nite den&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-2246300839616849517?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2246300839616849517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=2246300839616849517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2246300839616849517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/2246300839616849517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi_18.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116377423865710933</id><published>2006-11-17T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:37:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi..yo... i left last paper of sci MCQ O lev in 20th nov 2006... wad to do? i have a weird feeling these few days...isit becuz of the prob unsolved? y does things doesn't go so smooth..? I've been a bad person and guilty fer everything ii've done.. but guilty is jus an escuse n is of no use to someone...although it is peaceful goin through without it...but i still miss the days tht wad i've gone through n cherish it in my heart... But i need to face reality, choosin the right path, makin the right decision...n noe wad is right and wrong. it was haf a year since i've touch basketball... today, i'd tried it n found out things are nt the same anymore... weichen, my good fren since sec 1, was a promising fren and gave me alot support both emotionally, physically n "sexually" =p.. It was fun, having to forgt troubles for one moment.. but i hate it when ppl order me around.. who do u think u are? Rainbow are very conspicuous and u'll get it who i'm referin to. This guy sux to the core...haha...jk la... anyway... hatin a person sux too... toleration is the best foundation to ur suppression of depression. The world is evolving young man... grow up... stop thinkin bout urself... so wad is u got a girlfren? birds are flocking high up in e sky, watching ur ass...=)&lt;br /&gt;Back to the issue of unsolve prob.... should i b the one to fo up to the prob? or wait for the prob to come to me? i'd try not to think so much ... but losing something in ur heart seems weird n makes u desperate for it.... wad can i say? the world is unfair... since everyone is not perfect, y shld i care? Is it wrong to have so much activities? i noe my char sux and am working on it.. through trials n experiences... but hypocracy takes the lead, showing the way to doom. I feel that i am "special" n mad in a way...Is it my fault? i noe i'm to blame...i gt nth less to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116377423865710933?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116377423865710933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116377423865710933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116377423865710933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116377423865710933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi_17.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116320433081324950</id><published>2006-11-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:18:50.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything went so fast.... treating as if nth has happen... trying to escape from reality... painful though... shld things end? Or things will end when e Os end? stressing for it... what for? it's not as if u will die without...stressing.... stress is a gd thing...too little not gd, too much u will become mad. the "alright" volume will bring u further to run the extra mile, making u unleash u true potential that is hidden in u.... did it occur to mi? i dunno... Jus hoping i will get gd grades for O level.. This period of examination seems long yet fast... in an blink of an eye... i'd left 2 papers... core hist- modern world n sci MCQ... aiyo... what to do? Many times i felt guilty doing something i'm not supposed to, guilty for wasting time nt studying.... afraid of e consequences... but things always when out smoothly in the examination hall.... I HATE TAKIN Os IN E CLASSROOM!!...  In e hall, u can sense the atmosphere, cool blowing of the fans , everyone is tense up... u only can hear e fan's blowing and ur adrenaline pumping.... isn't it most conducive for an exam? i love being in the hall... not sarcastic but its true...for me lar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116320433081324950?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116320433081324950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116320433081324950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116320433081324950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116320433081324950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/everything-went-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116311687054500074</id><published>2006-11-10T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:01:10.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey... something cock up ytd... y things went so badly? jus becuz i didn't do and had been expected to go forward and do, the blast furnace jus exploded... If u ar angry..jus be it.. u wouldn't wana see my face again... i'd done my part in telling u...y can't u understand? if u wan to continue like dis, so be it... fuck all this stuff off mann... take all these things away... get IT? wtf... i'll blame de dick of these fucking babuseng's  wet rice cultivation... throw the plants away mann... put the HYV seeds on the dick of 4000 hectares... REMEMBER- COS A = (b2 + c2 - a2) /2 b c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh... i am sorry.. jus hope everything could go back to normal...  everyone around looks very stress.... i'm more of the pain in the ass... i'm sorry for nt teachin u  maths&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116311687054500074?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116311687054500074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116311687054500074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116311687054500074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116311687054500074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116306812039867764</id><published>2006-11-09T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:28:40.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...i am in the midst of O level.... feelings float in the air.... confusion of psysic that push me to the end of never return, making regrets to hard to swallow...... changes gd yet bad - toring me apart.....it's tiring...when will this end? when is the end of the world? is it coming? will it end all things gd n for all? what's the purpose of life? can u tell mi? jus eat n shit all day, can it help?&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can do well for the O level....jus that simple...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116306812039867764?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116306812039867764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116306812039867764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116306812039867764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116306812039867764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116089709254322827</id><published>2006-10-15T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T00:24:52.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no mood to say anything.......very tired....please help me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116089709254322827?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116089709254322827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116089709254322827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116089709254322827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116089709254322827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-no-mood-to-say-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116056729998265967</id><published>2006-10-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T04:48:20.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just return from school, having art the whole day from 7.30 am to 5.00pm. It's really rushing for time as today is the submittion day. But the art teacher lied to everyone when it was the time to submit. Everyone faces turn blue. Especially Becs, kept cursing and swearing. Anyway, i'd finished the whole of art paper 1, that includes the mounting board of eight pieces and the big piece of final design. When i thought about spending the amount of time on art, aw... it's killing, but worth it. I pitied those who dropped art...including my best friend, Wei Chen. Mrs Lai passed us art paper 2, another burden added to my shoulder. I really feel very tired and had been slacking alot in the revision process, probably this was after the prelims that my results was quite good. I got first in class! The first time in history. But if  without looking at the 7 subjects's overall, i've gotten 2nd instead. Because of the counting in art results, that was unfair to those students who dropped art. Xuan Hui should get first in class. But i still feel that this is still not enough, even though this was acheivement, i cannot compare much as i am in the last class in the express. I can't go any where with L1R5 of 23 and R4 of 17. But some people said it is already quite good.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up and strive with bigger steps. I am poor at Humans- s.s., geog elective and core history. It is impossible to study the whole book which i'd heard from ex- o lev students. To my understanding, the chapters that i studied is not enough. With irregular grades of my SBQ that made prior to the skills of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i could just sleep and never wake up. "Rrring...." shit, the alarm just woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116056729998265967?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116056729998265967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116056729998265967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116056729998265967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116056729998265967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-return-from-school-having-art.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116036035018188696</id><published>2006-10-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T19:19:10.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do i really looks like i am being force to write a blog? I got nothing to say today. Just feeling very tired. yesterday went out the whole day. church in the morning from 10 to 12 like that. went out with few church friends to study science at Macdonald at eastcoast park, hop into a cap and rush to chen's house for chemistry remedial. Jess and weng boh just joined this tuition. I wonder how they feel about it. Stayed back for dinner till 9 and took bus no.10 back home. While waiting, the bus 10 just drove pass me. Of course i did curse and swear....Suddenly, Desmond came rushing towards me, while talking on the phone with becz. He was great, accompaning me waiting for the next bus. He stayed nearby. After which, Daryl called asking to do art at Kexin's house. I quickly rushed home... family meeting was unavoidable...it's kind of we did a prayer together. Took my stuff and sat on dad's taxi and drove me to Kexin's house, where Yusa was already there. Daryl and Becz came afterwhich. Yusa went off early, we continued on art. Becz sudden maddness of candles came, we fleed with joy to the void deck and began the maddness.... Dad called and came to pick me up. what a tired day... sleep was fabulous....now i'm situated in the art room facing the computer, slacking for a while. This morning woke up at 7 and took a cab to Kexin's house to take my art materials. Becz and Kexin were late. Hui Zhuang came very early, cursing and swearing the puntuality of those two. Daryl came along too, and we went to a nearby coffee shop for breakfast. Becz showed her incredible speed of eating....which was damnnnnn slowwww.... anyway... got to go back and do my art already....Goodbye folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116036035018188696?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116036035018188696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116036035018188696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116036035018188696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116036035018188696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-i-really-looks-like-i-am-being.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-116010013215458590</id><published>2006-10-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:02:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi...i'm timothy...how are you? this is my first time writing blog.... I'm in the art room this instance, feeling very stress. It's going to be a hectic day again, still cannot believe myself. What to do, exams is round the corner. I cannot slack! Must work hard from now on. Come on man, you can do it. O level is jus nothing, bring it on. But these few days i feel very tired even though with lots of sleep."Hello tim"-sahilah. Idiot girl. haha...juz joking..."nice girl la".&lt;br /&gt;I must thanks these two ladies who helped me create this bog. They are none other than Becz and Jas. This is cool, writing bog. I will end here, still got many stuff to do. ART!!!!! stress!!!! argh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-116010013215458590?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/116010013215458590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=116010013215458590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116010013215458590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/116010013215458590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35280100.post-115959478035517899</id><published>2006-09-29T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:39:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35280100-115959478035517899?l=timslayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/feeds/115959478035517899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35280100&amp;postID=115959478035517899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/115959478035517899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35280100/posts/default/115959478035517899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslayer.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>timothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12038909245827968437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05309040421391409197'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>