<?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-6708830571651368483</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:13:39.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim's Little Whims</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of an adolescent clawing his way through life, pinning bits and pieces of it on that softwood board in the hallway and parading shiny medals that he's proud of.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708830571651368483.post-4329803457597221719</id><published>2009-07-02T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:26:02.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you think it's rather funny....</title><content type='html'>How small differences seem so big at times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-4329803457597221719?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4329803457597221719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-you-think-its-rather-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4329803457597221719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4329803457597221719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-you-think-its-rather-funny.html' title='Don&apos;t you think it&apos;s rather funny....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5227921996905820590</id><published>2009-07-01T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:04:59.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There was once a boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who lived in a world where everybody owned a book. And when I say that I mean EVERYBODY owned one, whether they liked it or not, whether they liked to read or not, whether they were literate or not. But now, this boy here, had two. I guess that made him kind of weird in some ways. One book was filled with many things, but nobody read it. The other was empty, but hey, he could write whatever he wanted in it, and everybody read it. But he wishes, he really wishes, someone would someday read the book never opened.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=open-book_270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 356px; height: 217px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/open-book_270.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random musings really. There are some times things just pop into my head and I'd have to write them down or I would forget, haha. Ignore this ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5227921996905820590?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5227921996905820590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-was-once-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5227921996905820590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5227921996905820590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-was-once-boy.html' title='&quot;There was once a boy...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3811755428366202377</id><published>2009-06-24T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:09:12.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey,</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't updated for quite some time, yeah, I've been set free from A-Levels and fully enjoying it ;) Been doing the things that I haven't been doing for so long! Besides going for hours on online games (RO, DotA), I've been pretty much going out every day since Thursday, save Sunday, the official day of rest for all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm kinda dead on my feet right now. You would be too if you didn't get a single wink of sleep at all the night before and went out to sumbit a uni application and proceeding to Cineleisure to catch a movie and have been sleeping at ungodly hours for many nights before. Quite honestly, I must say, I was struggling to stay awake when driving to HELP in the morning, but all that fatigue just flew somewhere when I was with everyone, and that wasn't the only thing that flew. Time did too :) I guess friends are something I'd &lt;s&gt;hate to live without&lt;/s&gt; probably die without, and I love you guys, all of you ;) So yeah, guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOPE YA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PARTY&lt;/span&gt; TILL YA DROP AND HAVE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; ALL THE FUN IN THE WORLD&lt;/span&gt; BEFORE WE ALL GO OUR SEPERATE WAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And even then may our memories remain and hopefully, by some miracle, may our paths will cross again in the future, no matter near or far, whereever we are. Thank you to everyone whose smile has ever touched my life, because you definitely have, in one way or another and a special thanks to everyone in A52(A) for undoubtedly some of the best days of my life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=70386964_663d2485d3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/70386964_663d2485d3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall all meet again someday, I believe, I really do. So, till then, everyone, take care and God bless! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3811755428366202377?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3811755428366202377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3811755428366202377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3811755428366202377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='Hey,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-4243711161028012284</id><published>2009-06-10T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:16:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bscap0749.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 227px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/bscap0749.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were my strength when I was weak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And you were the sun that hung in my sky."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bscap0751.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 227px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/bscap0751.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As hopes and dreams soar through the pastel coloured sky, a gaping void is left behind, but these feelings will last forever, in both our hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bscap0752.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/bscap0752.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Senpai, I painted well, didn't I?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatsukoi Limited Episode 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you currently in love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't mind me, random post to take my mind off Phys 5. Edexcel seems to have taken quite a liking to making people think out of the box lately &gt;.&gt; and I DON'T LIKE. Meh, Chem 5 here I comeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-4243711161028012284?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4243711161028012284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/06/hopes-and-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4243711161028012284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4243711161028012284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/06/hopes-and-dreams.html' title='Hopes and dreams.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8082159545607997467</id><published>2009-05-29T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:17:58.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid things you write....</title><content type='html'>When you're a science student...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 125px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Therefore, I must decrease". LOL. If my English teacher ever saw that I swear she'd die laughing. Okay, maybe it isn't that funny. Maybe it's just me having a nervous breakdown from all this studying. But to quote &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Angie, "We shall float on!" &lt;/span&gt; Haha, 21 days to freedom guys! =) Let's keep that steam engine rolling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8082159545607997467?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8082159545607997467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-things-you-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8082159545607997467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8082159545607997467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-things-you-write.html' title='The stupid things you write....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3234166952856161435</id><published>2009-05-21T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:37:11.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=american_idol_finale_backstage_cacp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 328px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/american_idol_finale_backstage_cacp.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not have won, but he still rocks our world!! ADAM LAMBERT EVERYONE!!!! WOOOOO!!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3234166952856161435?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3234166952856161435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3234166952856161435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3234166952856161435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-9207645129151455693</id><published>2009-05-21T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:21:49.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note,</title><content type='html'>My latest research findings display that sleeping brothers display negative phototropism! Heehee =D I wanted to take pictures, but he woke up x_x Haha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-9207645129151455693?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/9207645129151455693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-lighter-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/9207645129151455693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/9207645129151455693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8588955477877269491</id><published>2009-05-21T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:07:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads.</title><content type='html'>Usually it's just one straight road. No choices to make. Everything is laid out for you and set in stone for you since you were a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR? Science stream or Arts stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got 7A's! Go for Science! You're smart, I know you can!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM? Now is the time sparks start flying. The pressure to make a choice is upon you. And this choice concerns you and what you'll be doing for the rest of your life. Some make up their mind here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foundation in Business/Finance/Medicine/(insert field here)" "Matriculation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some require higher qualifications to get into universities overseas. And some... Just couldn't make up their minds. So they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A-Levels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes on for another year and a half. Most people have already decided on what they've had to do by this point. Most people. Most people except me. I'm presented with two choices. The sunny path, trodden by many witha  bright future ahead, or the dark tunnel. Dank, deep, devoid of light, like the bowels of a predator, waiting to engulf unsuspecting prey whole, leaving nothing behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I've chosen the dark tunnel..... And of course, I'm afraid.  And I hope, hope that I can achieve all that I wish to achieve. And I believe, I have to believe in the light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=393086584_5732cc42a8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 449px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/393086584_5732cc42a8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray, pray that I may have the determination to follow my decision through, and be the best that I can be. And I pray that in moments of weakness I will find strength to pursue my ideals. And I pray, that 10 years down the road, if our paths cross again, I'll be someone I can be proud of being, and you be proud of knowing. And I pray the same for each and every one of you who's reading this right now. Blessed be our lives from here on out, down this forking road. Never give in to darkness and believe in the light, for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Only in the dark when I can't seem to see.&lt;br /&gt;I learn to hear Your whisper that's been guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for the hand that bears the light,&lt;br /&gt;So my step is right,&lt;br /&gt;Only in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/MnFpZEU5dEM4aU5MWEE9PQ"&gt;Juwita Suwito - Only in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;(Click to Download!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"When you really have to, muster the courage. Take the road less taken and hold your head high whether it turns out for better or for worse. Chase your dreams, rediscover passion, for daring to dream is passion. And passion is love. And love heals all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Tim-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8588955477877269491?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8588955477877269491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8588955477877269491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8588955477877269491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8453714920978252178</id><published>2009-05-12T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:23:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This vid is so magical,</title><content type='html'>I just feel like posting it everywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, you guys can thank Rujin for sharing this =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8453714920978252178?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8453714920978252178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-vid-is-so-magical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8453714920978252178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8453714920978252178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-vid-is-so-magical.html' title='This vid is so magical,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3361731810306784850</id><published>2009-05-12T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:35:31.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear,</title><content type='html'>my kindness will be the end of me. I finally gather the resolve to study all day today and I see a blinking MSN window.... Mark...? That cousin in Singapore? Wonder what he wants. Turns out he wants help for math...... And his teacher is coming to check in 30 mins. I was like, wtf x_x So, okay, fine, I decide to help. He sends me a document with the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students of E18C decided to hold a barbeque for class gathering and appointed Fred as the organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to engage the services of YumYum, a food catering company to provide the food items for the barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while attending an IG activity, Fred found out that 5 other IG members – Ash, Bob, Carl, Dan and Ed – had previously engaged the services of YumYum.&lt;br /&gt;During their conversation, they discussed how much each of them had paid for the food items for their barbeques. Fred felt that he might have been charged excessively by YumYum.&lt;br /&gt;Fred bought the following food items for the class barbeque (see Table A below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred felt that a comparison of all their bills could be useful (see Table B below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 142px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigate whether Fred has been charged excessively for the food items he bought from YumYum as compared to the other IG members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up spending a whole friggin hour on it. Damn those Singaporean kids do some scary stuff for homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try solve it! =) If you don't feel like it, then you could just &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlwZ284NDJ0NjkzZUE9PQ"&gt;download the answer here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlwZ284NDJ0NjkzZUE9PQ"&gt;Answer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze upon it and be awed. I guarantee you you pengsan. I know I did lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3361731810306784850?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3361731810306784850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3361731810306784850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3361731810306784850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-swear.html' title='I swear,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1154132775688748429</id><published>2009-05-12T04:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:47:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey,</title><content type='html'>how are we supposed to dance?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, we just have to hold hands, look into each others' eyes, and turn round in circles until we get tired of it." - Toradora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be the most epic one liner I've ever heard. Rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1154132775688748429?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1154132775688748429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1154132775688748429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1154132775688748429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey.html' title='&quot;Hey,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1014108951618882633</id><published>2009-05-11T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:34:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A modern day miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who don't believe, miracles do happen =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TrainMan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 199px; height: 280px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/TrainMan.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=train_man.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/train_man.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just live through each day, looking to the future with courage in thy heart, never shying away. Take that leap of faith. You'll feel it with every fiber of your being when the time is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A story of possibility, which evolved into inevitability. All because of one man's courage and the many who supported him. Truly, no man is an island =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheers people. This book left me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. And now I feel extremely guilty. wtf. I finished a 400 page book in a day when I'm supposed to be studying. Murder me T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1014108951618882633?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1014108951618882633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/modern-day-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1014108951618882633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1014108951618882633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/modern-day-miracle.html' title='A modern day miracle.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3615670480643967394</id><published>2009-05-10T14:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:31:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha, guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may be turning cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fate is cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars in the sky are really high. At times you just want to pluck one and keep it for yourself. But they're so far away... You see them, you hear them, but... they're so far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I swear these two songs are the cause of all my pain. The lyrics are so beautiful the skewer my heart with every beat. Haha, but they're in Japanese though. But I'll share them anyway ^^ Three cheers for love guys x) Happy Mother's Day =) As usual, click on the links above the vids to download the full songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlva0ZkQ1I3N0JMWEE9PQ"&gt;Yui Horie - Silky Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WHNfVE5EXjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WHNfVE5EXjE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlva0ZUayttNEpMWEE9PQ"&gt;Rie Kugimiya - Orange&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKjekLGZEII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKjekLGZEII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, sigh. Well now, raise the curtains, man the stage. People, no matter what, the show must go on! That's show business ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is something in this world that nobody has ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;It's gentle and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Probably, if everyone could see it, they'd all fight over it.&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly why nobody's ever seen it.&lt;br /&gt;The world hid it so that no one could get their hands on it easily.&lt;br /&gt;However, someday, someone will definitely find it.&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it was meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Toradora, Epilogue-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya know, sometimes I think fairytales like these are the greatest poison. They make me hope. They make me hope on love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3615670480643967394?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3615670480643967394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3615670480643967394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3615670480643967394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-guess-what.html' title='Hahaha, guess what?'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6754746059742853403</id><published>2009-05-09T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:16:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been reading a book, and</title><content type='html'>I just loled so hard when I read this. Check it out x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background story: The story is set during World War 1 from the perspective of the Russians. An army deserter and a boy caught looting a dead German pilot's corpse get thrown together by a twist of fate and now they have to find a dozen eggs for the colonel who promised to spare their lives if they could. Now the question is, where do they find eggs in a city where people eat bread which main ingredient is sawdust? And so the search begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many hardships, they finally do find a chicken. Now this is the funny part :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from City of Thieves, by David Benioff:&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;"The apartment door opened and Timofei, one of the surgeons I'd met the previous night, walked over to warm his hands by the stove. When he noticed Darling sitting in her nesting box, he crouched and inspected her, his hands on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Where did this come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Kolya and Lev got him from a boy near the Narva Gate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Timofei stood and grinned at us. He pulled two large onions from the pockets of his overcoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Got these at the hospital. Wasn't planning on sharing but seems to me we've got the possibility of a beautiful soup tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Darling's not for the pot," said Kolya. "We need her for the eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "The eggs?" Timofei looked at us, at Darling, back to us. He seemed to think we were joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Everyone's quitting on Darling," Kolya continued, "but I think she's got it in her. Do you know anything about chickens? You think she can lay a dozen by Thursday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "What the hell are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The surgeon seemed more and more irritated. Kolya glared back at him, insulted by the man's tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Don't you speak Russian? We're waiting for the eggs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      For a moment, I thought the conversation would turn violent, which would have been a bad thing for the Red Army; we needed our surgeons and Kolya would have splattered the man with a single punch. But Timofei finally laughed, shaking his head, waiting for us to laugh with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "Laugh all you want," I told him. "You're not touching the chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      "It's not a chicken, you idiot. It's a rooster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Kolya hesitated, not sure if this was a joke the surgeon was playing or a trick to get us to throw Darling into the soup. I leaned forward in my chair and peered at the bird. I don't know why I though peering would help. What was I looking or, little balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "You're saying she won't lay eggs?" asked Kolya, watching Timofei carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The surgeon spoke slowly, as if her were conferring with morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "It's a he. And the odds aren't good."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I rofled ok! If you didn't it's either because I'm half insane due to the looming threat of exams, or you just need to read the book to the the full effect of lols about this. It's books like these that make you feel grateful for the food on your table and for the luxury of the very computer you're viewing this with. Haha, anyways, back to reading. Non-study related it may be, but it's better than not reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6754746059742853403?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6754746059742853403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-reading-book-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6754746059742853403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6754746059742853403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-reading-book-and.html' title='I&apos;ve been reading a book, and'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7036391051849037590</id><published>2009-05-08T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:45:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are times when...</title><content type='html'>You just wish upon a star, with melancholy in your heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7036391051849037590?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7036391051849037590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-time-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7036391051849037590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7036391051849037590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/there-are-time-when.html' title='There are times when...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6487374991795487644</id><published>2009-05-07T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:21:55.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today,</title><content type='html'>has been a happy day of many occasions =) I'd like to say so much, but nothing so much I'd like to say as just a simple plain thank you for the awesome birthday celeb and for making my days at help the best days of my life and I truly feel blessed to have met you guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps many a person has taken a blow to self-confidence today. Perhaps you feel your efforts are unrewarded. Perhaps you feel it's all not worth it after all. Perhaps the world is unjust after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I for one, feel the world is fair. And that everyone is born equal. And that everyone has his or her own perfect cozy little niche somewhere out there. Not everybody may be good at studying. But I for one, say, so what? I know this sounds unconvincing and perhaps even impudent and cocky coming from me, but what the hell? I can understand things you can't but so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who can walk on glass, there are people who can juggle fire, there are people who can swim the English channel, there are people who can grow the most beautiful flowers and there are people who can love with all their heart. And you're telling me that these people are no less great than old farts who can pore over books all day. Well I say bullocks! I sure as hell can't do those things. And they're all pretty damn amazing if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=n1052032594_424792_2670897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/n1052032594_424792_2670897.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock on guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I dream, I dream of a world where nobody would look down on people for what they do, for they love what they do and they do what they love. I pray, I pray that each and every one of you will find something and someone you truly love with all your heart someday and live a truly fulfilled life. And I wish, I wish you all the best of luck in the upcoming exams and that you do your best, and fortune will definitely smile upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6487374991795487644?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6487374991795487644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6487374991795487644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6487374991795487644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2261351549636206253</id><published>2009-05-06T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:31:16.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On American Idol,</title><content type='html'>Our dear friend Simon Cowell said, "Actually, I didn't quite like it. It was sort of like eating ice for lunch." after Kris' performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=simon-cowell-gq-annual-hollywood-is.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 258px; height: 381px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/simon-cowell-gq-annual-hollywood-is.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed out loud. I was like, omg, I can SO see Emerene doing that, and she'd love it, wth XD Guess that's another reason for you to love Kris eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: HAHAHAH, YOU KNOW WHAT? DANNY ROCKS MY WORLD. THE MOMENT HE OPENED HIS MOUTH FOR HIS GRAND FINALE, I LOLED SO LOUD XDDD He was just epic. You rock Danny. Thanks for making my day x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I think he's good, it's not his genre and he was SOOOOOOO overdoing it rotflwtfbbqzzorzxx XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2261351549636206253?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2261351549636206253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-american-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2261351549636206253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2261351549636206253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-american-idol.html' title='On American Idol,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8482922687907093553</id><published>2009-05-06T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:02:14.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>It takes a lot to piss me off. A hella lot. And you know what? Someone manage to not only piss me off yesterday, that someone ROYALLY pissed me off. Well, aren't you happy now? You've earned an unreachable pedestal in my eternal wall of shame. Peace on you, friend. Btw, for the fun of being cryptic, I've used a certain homonym in a certain sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, that was bad for karma. *spreads good thoughts to the rest of the human population* Spread good energy people! Malice only breeds more malice. Let's all work together to sever the chain of hatred =) *hopes that was enough to offset the immensely bad energy I was emitting just a moment ago* Cheers people. Spread the love =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8482922687907093553?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8482922687907093553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8482922687907093553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8482922687907093553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-4927350978390359866</id><published>2009-05-05T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:27:24.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So,</title><content type='html'>Every mock on earth besides C4 is over starting today. Let's not think about thursday first yeah? So I sat down and watched Desperate Housewives with my mom. I don't usually watch it but it was such an aww episode okay. It was the 100th episode where the handyman who changed everyone's lives was featured. Eli Scruggs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=stargate_sg1_beau_bridges_telefilm_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/stargate_sg1_beau_bridges_telefilm_.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He spent his life helping people, touching their lives in ways you'd never thought possible for a mere handyman. And before he retired and was able to enjoy his well earned rest, he died of heart failure. It's rather funny how the best of people seem to suffer from the worst of untimely deaths. It's as if they were terrible sinners in their past lives and were reincarnated to solely do good and have their lives taken unfairly from them, if you believe in reincarnation. But yeah, the moral of the story is to appreciate what you have around you now, never taking it forgranted. But people never really miss the water until it's gone do they? So what do we do then? We dream, we dream of a utopia, a utopia where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon, where everyone you know, never leaves too soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlxQk05NmN0QTNIRGc9PQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriving Ivory - Angels on the Moon (Click to Download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[funky title edited because someone didn't like it =(&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and credits to angie for funky song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And all's well that ends well. That is, until you wake up. Cheers people =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-4927350978390359866?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4927350978390359866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4927350978390359866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4927350978390359866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/so.html' title='So,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8653817348427408679</id><published>2009-05-05T06:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:50:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gawd.</title><content type='html'>You know you've had too much chemistry when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your bag to check if you have all your books for the day and you see your C4 Maths book and you say "PCl4 Check." Epic facepalm ensues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8653817348427408679?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8653817348427408679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-gawd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8653817348427408679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8653817348427408679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-gawd.html' title='Oh gawd.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2415611003718653989</id><published>2009-05-03T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:45:20.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>Angie just enlisted my help to give her some of those oh-so-lol Mr. Lim quotes that we know so well and this scene kept replaying in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Studen ar studen, you want to shoot the thing ar, so far away, 27 km you know! How to shoot? *Ai Ling mutters something* Even you use the latest gun ar, very hi-tech one also the most you can shoot until 2km only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir sir sir! Ai Ling has something to say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Har? Yes Ai Ling?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mr. Lim, very easy only. Your gun is 26km long."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*epic Mr.Lim emoness ensues*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20 minutes later...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"I still thinking about the Ai Ling that one. Lose little bit never mind, but that one lose untilll... waaah. *clutches chest*"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if I recall correctly that was the day with the epic bio jokes as well. I don't recall exactly but I do remember we have to return Mr. Lim to his natural habitat. We get one mark for that because Ms. Foong said so. Lolwth! &lt;span&gt;(yet again courtesy of Ai Ling XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we like it or not, time flows on as time and tide waits for no man. But I know these are memories I'll hold dearly until my dying day and I would like to thank everybody who's made my one year at HELP, possibly the best year of my life. Thank you =)&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/6708830571651368483-2415611003718653989?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2415611003718653989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2415611003718653989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2415611003718653989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2931734137691641407</id><published>2009-05-03T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:22:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend full of...</title><content type='html'>Chemistry notes, chemistry notes... and more chemistry notes... And when your playlist is on shuffle it occasionally strikes gold. Heard something I haven't heard in a long long time and I really love this, and hence, I decided to upload it, as usual =) A beautiful song about love transcending time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b5df7e5504759d88.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 228px; height: 128px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/b5df7e5504759d88.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlybUpVNXY3N0IzZUE9PQ"&gt;AKINO - Sousei no Aquarion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2931734137691641407?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2931734137691641407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-full-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2931734137691641407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2931734137691641407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-full-of.html' title='A weekend full of...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2356819170091315787</id><published>2009-04-30T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:45:19.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you call it when...</title><content type='html'>A really amazing coincidence happens. When so many unusually shaped puzzle pieces harmoniously fix itself into a picture so clear, so pristine that you can say nothing but "It was meant to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the story. So, Ken and I went for foosball after class today to relieve some of the stress accumulated over the week. You have no idea how suffocating it's been for everyone in A52(A) this week. Today's the first day in a week that we actually have some breathing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, continuing on, I drive home and reach home safely. But somehow, everything just slips my mind and I don't put my car into "Park", I don't pull my handbrake. It's happened once before. And I've been so careful with it ever since. And it happened again today. This is Exhibit A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: I reached home at 5:10PM. I usually reach home by 4:30PM latest. If you're feeling confused, just read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C: My mom reached home 10 minutes after me. Now, I hear the gate opening, and I turn back. And my car isn't where it's supposed to be. It's sliding down my driveway. I was shocked, my mom was shocked. I tried my best to get to my car, but I couldn't even get the front door open. Now the thing is, my mom usually doesn't even come home until 7:30PM every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end my car hit hers, and yeah. Nobody was hurt though. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is, I happened to come back late, which happens once in a blue moon. My mom happened to come back early, which happens once in TWO blue moons. And I forget to pull my handbrake... which....... doesn't happen very often, especially not at home. And she happened to reach home and open the gate at the EXACT moment my car began to gain momentum. Haha, I don't know what to call this. What say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2356819170091315787?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2356819170091315787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-call-it-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2356819170091315787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2356819170091315787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-do-you-call-it-when.html' title='What do you call it when...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2043884844291876053</id><published>2009-04-29T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T17:12:30.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Kill My Heart.</title><content type='html'>Because Tommy says so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=coverrfm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/coverrfm.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;New album WOOOOOO!!! And the crowd goes wild! Well, at least I do :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2043884844291876053?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2043884844291876053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kill-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2043884844291876053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2043884844291876053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-kill-my-heart.html' title='I Kill My Heart.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3173086668565126150</id><published>2009-04-28T04:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:05:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever thought Final Destination was scary?</title><content type='html'>Wait till you see 6106/03. You'll hide under your chair and not dare to sleep for days. I personally guarantee this. (Pictures coming soon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3173086668565126150?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3173086668565126150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-thought-final-destination-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3173086668565126150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3173086668565126150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/ever-thought-final-destination-was.html' title='Ever thought Final Destination was scary?'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5076929741344895435</id><published>2009-04-27T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:46:59.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play....</title><content type='html'>Makes Tim a dull boy. Tim could use a little more work and less play in his equation though. Or at least, less procrastination. Don't we all? Lol. Then again, tell me it's wrong to rest the weary soul after a grueling weekend of endless mugging and three exam papers in the space of six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, tired from a long day of studying? Love hard J-rock? This song totally begs you to drown yourself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disclaimer: Not for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlwSXR6TStCSWRMWEE9PQ"&gt;Yoko Hikasa - Don't Say "Lazy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch the pretty animation that goes with it. Kudos to the production studio. It's the best animated accompaniment to a song I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OQVrlAqIiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OQVrlAqIiI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night stretches on.&lt;br /&gt;Tim~Stayin Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5076929741344895435?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5076929741344895435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-work-and-no-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5076929741344895435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5076929741344895435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='All work and no play....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7115731884389733657</id><published>2009-04-24T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:58:45.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>I lie on the sands at night, just thinking. Just thinking. Timeless moments fill my heart like crystals, decorating and illuminating every dark corner, shimmering like stars in the night sky. Some melt into the depths of my heart. Others remain, but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arise and begin a leisurely walk along the golden sands and admire the seashells strewn on the beach. Not too little, not too many, but they decorate the beach just nicely like those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on your ceiling at night. There are however, things we never notice. Things that never cry out to be seen. Or things that are seen all to often, that they become a part of the scenery. Things that are never appreciated. Things like the little grains of salt which blend in with the sand. We never notice them, but without them the beach would never glitter so brilliantly under the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to rest once again and place my feet where the tide meets the shore. Waves of water, cold to the touch but soothing to the soul engulf my feet at regular intervals. Totally at peace, my head rests against the sandy shore, and I thank, I just thank God for the little ways he touches our lives and the little miracles he grants us, whether we see them or not. And I pray, I just pray to Mr. Moon, not to move from where he is, for when he leaves, he ushers out the tide, and the tide washes away the sand on the shore, the sands which I love so dearly. Impossible as I knew it was, I prayed anyway in desperation to bottle the rising surge of loneliness building up within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=236566339_9ffbd491f2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/236566339_9ffbd491f2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes and I stare, I just stare at the night sky and drowsiness assails my eyes. Resigned, I allow it to take me away, away to that abyss which I know so well. But I ask of it only one thing, that it may grant me the courage to face the dawn of the new day, for the sands I see tomorrow are not the sands of yesterday, and the sky tomorrow, is not the sky of yesterday. And so, I sleep, and I pray. I sleep, and I pray, and I say "Without a doubt, today was the best day of my life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7115731884389733657?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7115731884389733657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7115731884389733657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7115731884389733657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8776797691265708928</id><published>2009-04-23T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:13:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great songs that</title><content type='html'>All mankind would love and should have =) Really easy on the ears, great lyrics, great melody. What more could you ask of a song? ;) And once again I'd like to remind people, you can click on the links to download =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlyRkJYTmE0b0NGa1E9PQ"&gt;Something Corporate - Hurricane&lt;/a&gt; (Mesmerising bridge, listen and be awed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/49f0888b9c349b3d/48b897b047e79996/7f1ffada/-cpid/b107e870a9c3a044" id="W4863f9db6572266849f0888b9c349b3d" width="180" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/49f0888b9c349b3d/48b897b047e79996/7f1ffada/-cpid/b107e870a9c3a044"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlyRkJWT01tMEpMWEE9PQ"&gt;The Hush Sound - The Artist&lt;/a&gt; (Lyrics which probe the soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.lyricsdomain.com/scroller.swf?id=78020&amp;amp;af=25&amp;amp;cf=0x00316E&amp;amp;speed=2&amp;amp;font=&amp;amp;size=10&amp;amp;color=0x555753&amp;amp;tc=0x555753&amp;amp;tha=100&amp;amp;btc=0xE3AD00&amp;amp;bga=25&amp;amp;bgc=0x382509&amp;amp;ima=85&amp;amp;url=" quality="high" bgcolor="#808080" name="lyrics_scroller" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="180" align="middle" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlyRkJTZ2cwZ25IRGc9PQ"&gt;All Time Low - Remembering Sunday&lt;/a&gt; (Emo song! Who doesn't love emo songs? =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/49f08a4061f18baa/48b897b047e79996/544302a6/-cpid/9f06372a6cfd2d71" id="W4863f9db6572266849f08a4061f18baa" width="180" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.metrolyrics.com/o/4863f9db65722668/49f08a4061f18baa/48b897b047e79996/544302a6/-cpid/9f06372a6cfd2d71"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys can thank Angie if you loved the songs above =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8776797691265708928?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8776797691265708928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-songs-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8776797691265708928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8776797691265708928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-songs-that.html' title='Great songs that'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-252693583711116210</id><published>2009-04-19T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:52:00.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I obviously am....</title><content type='html'>The best person you know at wasting time doing the one, the only, and the most infamous activity of procrastination. SLEEPING. I must've been asleep for at least 36 hours of the 72 hours this weekend. Someone shoot me in the head. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-252693583711116210?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/252693583711116210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-obviously-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/252693583711116210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/252693583711116210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-obviously-am.html' title='I obviously am....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-4412793251954516439</id><published>2009-04-18T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:51:13.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlimited Sky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Magnificent lyrics + Magnificent guitar + Magnificent vocals = Masterpiece of art =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHluTWNlcEozZUE9PQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click Above To Download)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00404.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC00404.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Trampling over the shreds of broken dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;A Grim Reaper stopped by on a whim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Coldly looking at the me gone astray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;As if to instigate my foolish sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;And I cast away his extended hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;The devastating sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Fills my chest like mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;And cruelly repeats itself over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I even grew to hate those nostalgic days which would never return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;What can we possibly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;While not even knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;The meaning of printed glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;The senses which I thought I had thrown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Resurrect in calm serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I hid my accelerating irritation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Convincing myself that things like feelings, aren't important to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;But my heart couldn't keep up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;In the scenario of rebellion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;A fallen angel descended upon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Why do you stand outside the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;If I hadn't been born as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I might have been able to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Shrouded in unconditional love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Without ever knowing loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I gazed at the distant sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Which projected nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;And no matter how I wished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I'd never be able to touch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I had lost to the darkness in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Everyone who can fight is still fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;while carrying scars that will never fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Devastating sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Fills my chest like mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;And cruelly repeats itself over and over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;The fleeting light which was stolen from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Chains together the proof I had ever lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Whatever lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I'll accept and live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Until the final second of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I so love Tommy Heavenly6 =) Here's another one from her if you're interested!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (You'd better be =K)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/dVlvdFdUMGNrUm1Ga1E9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - GIMME ALL OF YOUR LOVE!!&lt;/a&gt; I swear I'd die a happy man if I could see her perform live at least once. Haha x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-4412793251954516439?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4412793251954516439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/unlimited-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4412793251954516439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4412793251954516439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/unlimited-sky.html' title='Unlimited Sky!!'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6297874271961474045</id><published>2009-04-16T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:48:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You...</title><content type='html'>choose the weirdest times to walk into my life. And you, bring with you, the weirdest waves of emotion which rearrange the grains of sand on the beach of my soul ever so significantly each time. You. What are you...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued at a later date =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6297874271961474045?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6297874271961474045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6297874271961474045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6297874271961474045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title='&quot;You...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1975780637553774619</id><published>2009-04-15T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:09:39.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEMISTRY PAPER 6 QUESTION 2!!</title><content type='html'>I have predictions!! Possibly a leak from our dear from **eXcel? Anyways, I decided to share! =) I might get prosecuted for this but... Only the best for my friends, so I'll take that risk! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:&lt;br /&gt;Procdeure:&lt;br /&gt;Part A&lt;br /&gt;1. Transfer 25cm^3 of solution A and 25cm^3 solution B into a 250ml beaker.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add 2cm^3 of concentrated sulphuric acid to the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;3. Warm the the beaker over a Bunsen flame for about 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Record your observations and deduce the identity of Solution A and B and the product formed, Compound C.&lt;br /&gt;(Keep this solution for Part B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part B&lt;br /&gt;1. Pipette 25cm^3 of Solution C into a conical flask.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add 4 drops of phenolphthalein into the conical flask.&lt;br /&gt;3. Titrate Solution C with 0.100 mol dm^-3 NaOH.&lt;br /&gt;(Record titre values etcetc)&lt;br /&gt;4. Add the solution containing Compound C into the conical flask and leave on standing for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Questions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Identify Solutions A and B.&lt;br /&gt;(Alcohol and Carboxylic acid. I can answer the questions omg!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01237.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. The contents of the conical flask are shown in the picture above. Name the compounds formed.&lt;br /&gt;(Ethyl methanoate and Potassium methanoate!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The contents of the conical flask are very commonly available at pharmacies. Deduce its common name from their IUPAC standard names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01235.jpg"&gt;Answer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Click here for method to derive answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day people!!! =) Study hard x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Since some people have trouble telling that this evidently isn't the question for the exam, I'll type it out clear here x_x it isn't x_x It's a birthday wish for dear esther x_x It's either I'm really good or you people are a little too nervous about the coming exams lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1975780637553774619?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1975780637553774619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/chemistry-paper-6-question-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1975780637553774619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1975780637553774619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/chemistry-paper-6-question-2.html' title='CHEMISTRY PAPER 6 QUESTION 2!!'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3070253503196207428</id><published>2009-04-12T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:48:34.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>You know, lions throw their cubs off cliffs, literally. Why, why do you think they do that? Is it because they don't love him anymore? Or is it because they just want to get rid of him? Or is it because they're simply abandoning him because he was a big ol' mistake from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=451566640_c9e63ef62d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/451566640_c9e63ef62d.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I meant to find a pic of the aforementioned event, but I could only find the cliff, so I'd have you imagine the lions yourselves x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, no. It's so that they come back stronger, and learn of the hardships of life first hand, for experience is the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty huge emotional rollercoaster for me this weekend x) And the whole time I was waiting, just waiting for salvation, sinking back into the shadow of a man I once was. But salvation comes not to those who do not seek it. I quote: "Ask and thy shalt receive". And thus, ask I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, God too, like the lion, throws each and every one of His children off a cliff at one stage of his or her life or another. He doesn't do it to break you, but does it to offer you an opportunity to rediscover yourself, to take a good hard look at the person in the mirror, to see if you really like the person that's staring back at you, and accept that person whether you like it or not, for it is none other than you, the one and only you. He asks you not to dwell in the past, but to live in the present and look to the future, but fear not the abyss of the unknown you see with every step you take, for where there is darkness, there is light. So, when in doubt, listen to your heart, listen to it true, and take it. Take that leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, somehow every one of my old friends that sees me now keeps telling me one thing: that I seem like a much happier person that I was back in the old days. Personally I don't see this change myself, but yeah, thanks =) We live, and we grow for better for worse and I guess I can be glad that I've been growing for the better ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Easter Sunday. And today is also mah dear friend Shawn3h's birthday. SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My goddess for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ROCK ON SHAWNEH! =) And live on people, being at peace with yourself no matter what happens today or may happen tomorrow. As I have been given new hope today I hope anyone today who is dull and gray today may find the hope that resides within his or herself today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy that was a dramatic post, but drama king I am, live with it =)&lt;br /&gt;I end this post with a really cool song from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Angie's&lt;/span&gt; cool playlist =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNMUWVtRStiV3hMWEE9PQ"&gt;Kimya Dawson - My Rollercoaster&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- Click on it! You know you want to =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3070253503196207428?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3070253503196207428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-rollercoaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3070253503196207428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3070253503196207428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-rollercoaster.html' title='My Rollercoaster'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7126808581132805605</id><published>2009-04-10T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:43:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons,</title><content type='html'>Make &lt;s&gt;lemonade&lt;/s&gt;  Apple Juice (according to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;angie&lt;/span&gt;)! But golly gee, they forgot to give me sugar cubes. *But apple juice requires no sugar! apple juice FTW! =D*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7126808581132805605?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7126808581132805605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7126808581132805605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7126808581132805605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons,'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6435014295654739028</id><published>2009-04-09T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:32:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rusted Lock</title><content type='html'>"There are days when the chords of melancholy resonate with the wavelength of your soul. It's days like these that the skies seem gray. It's days like these that your feet feel like they're chained to the ground. It's days like these you gaze upon the night sky and wish... Just wish... that one day you'd trip over that silver key which'd open the rusted lock, and chained you will be no more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, lost my train of thought. I probably should write down ideas I get before they vapourise. My ideas are soo volatile. Argh. Sigh, you know you've had a great day when your finger has had a taste of concentrated sulphuric acid (specifically: 5 mol dm^-3). It burns x_x Don't know if it's the lack of sleep or hypoglycemia or chronic fatigue syndrome or.... I just felt so out of it today lol. Ahwells, I guess we all have our off days. Anywayssssss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; K&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;X&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; =&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd have loved to get you a baby walrus, but time constraints said otherwise =( Haha, have a blessed birthday Kalkx! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6435014295654739028?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6435014295654739028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/rusted-lock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6435014295654739028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6435014295654739028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/rusted-lock.html' title='The Rusted Lock'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5899946532149574511</id><published>2009-04-08T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:22:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIC KOR KOR IS BACK D:</title><content type='html'>-£űńåřZĕřō- [Say It Again  ] says (12:58 AM):&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;BAWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;I PHEEL YOUR PAIN&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;not  :D&lt;br /&gt;Cipher [Mode: Duel with the Papers] says (12:59 AM):&lt;br /&gt;of course you don't, scum.... you INFLICT IT ON ME T_T&lt;br /&gt;BAWWWWWWWWWWWWNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I really missed [bullying(and getting bullied by)] him :P XD Okaeri!! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5899946532149574511?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5899946532149574511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/nic-kor-kor-is-back-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5899946532149574511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5899946532149574511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/nic-kor-kor-is-back-d.html' title='NIC KOR KOR IS BACK D:'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3873651488667421544</id><published>2009-04-07T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:30:04.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone repeat after me yeah? THIS IS A W1CK3D SONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;*reposts download link* &lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHlrNXZ1YlBIRGc9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- This is a link. Click! Apparently *koffkoff*somepeopledon'tevennoticeit'salink X____X T____T  So, anyways, lemme exercise my Japanese muscle, I present you, &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHlrNXZ1YlBIRGc9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tommypray1ib.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 456px; height: 339px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/tommypray1ib.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;Let's go out! Open my mind.&lt;br /&gt;let's go! Sweet dream other side&lt;br /&gt;Right now I dart out of my cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rusted key and beat that won't stop pulsing&lt;br /&gt;And I realized I could go back no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days, that I lost (Hey baby why?)&lt;br /&gt;Clumsily, I try to, string together(I want to cry...)&lt;br /&gt;In order not to lose to the coward in me&lt;br /&gt;I don't run from my fate, "I'm not alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be beside you, no matter how&lt;br /&gt;sad, or pained your dream I just won't care!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your tears... baby&lt;br /&gt;I pray... "Believe!"&lt;br /&gt;Sever the darkness in your cold memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a spring to rest your injured wings&lt;br /&gt;You just didn't know how to jump in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a boring place, arise irritation and anxiety&lt;br /&gt;Today we are still troubled over it but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark sky, we look up at (Baby for you)&lt;br /&gt;We'll progress, raise your head (I'm here for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack your relentless thoughs into a bag&lt;br /&gt;Exorcise the darkness within your advancing heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sound of the incessant rain&lt;br /&gt;Makes you sad then,&lt;br /&gt;I will be the shield of your gentle spirit&lt;br /&gt;Never stop believing, always&lt;br /&gt;I pray... Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;will always  reflect a little miracle for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah… ah… ah… ah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey baby why?… I want to cry… Hey baby why?&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby why?… I want to cry…&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you… yeah…! believe yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be beside you, right there with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;no matter how sad a dream you're living!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;  I wanna live all my time with you...&lt;br /&gt;I pray..."Please answer me!"&lt;br /&gt;If you can allow me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="content_0"&gt;I wanna touch your tears... baby&lt;br /&gt;I pray... "Believe!"&lt;br /&gt;Sever the darkness in your cold memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I loved this song before purely for the melody and vocals but now after taking a good hard look at the lyrics, can you say EPIC?! I can =) Hahahahaha I'msuchafanboy. Leave me alone XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, if you loved this, you'd want to download this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHluTWNlcEozZUE9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky&lt;click&gt;&lt;/click&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and btw my songs have received&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Angie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seal of approval shaped like a walrus. Yay! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3873651488667421544?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3873651488667421544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/tommy-heavenly6-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3873651488667421544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3873651488667421544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/tommy-heavenly6-pray.html' title='Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray!!'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3147141802550502256</id><published>2009-04-05T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:17:10.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh lol, just lol.</title><content type='html'>-£űńåřZĕřō- [Say It Again  ] says (8:51 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lulzzor T.T&lt;br /&gt;pro T.T&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;tim nid go cheng meng&lt;br /&gt;if not kena punch from dad&lt;br /&gt;anyone can do it&lt;br /&gt;cya laterzzor T.T&lt;br /&gt;[H]uR-[K] - g[O]t bla[M]ed for sleepin[G]! =X says (8:51 AM):&lt;br /&gt;owh&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;MR CHENG T.t&lt;br /&gt;AND MRS BENG T.t&lt;br /&gt;bb =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheng and Mrs Beng. lolll xD Where else do I get lame replies like this except from Hur Kuan? Maybe Ai Ling. Lol xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3147141802550502256?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3147141802550502256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-lol-just-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3147141802550502256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3147141802550502256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-lol-just-lol.html' title='Oh lol, just lol.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3809283551597782983</id><published>2009-04-05T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:38:21.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Heavenly6!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In 2001, Tomoko launched her solo career under the name of Tommy february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, a character named from a combination of her nickname and birthdate. Vastly different from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J-Rock" title="J-Rock" class="mw-redirect"&gt;J-Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sound of the brilliant green, Tommy february&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s persona and sound are inspired by and derived from British and American 1980s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Synth_pop" title="Synth pop" class="mw-redirect"&gt;synth-heavy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pop. Her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tommy_february6_%28album%29" title="Tommy february6 (album)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;eponymous debut album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was released on the day of her 27th birthday.&lt;/span&gt; Read more at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomoko_Kawase"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tomoko_Kawase&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A marriage between Eastern and Western Rock!!! No wonder I love their sound so much =) I've said it two posts ago but I'm gonna say it again. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TOMMY &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HEAVENLY6&lt;/span&gt; MAKES &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;TIM&lt;/span&gt; FEEL &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3809283551597782983?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3809283551597782983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/tommy-heavenly6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3809283551597782983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3809283551597782983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/tommy-heavenly6.html' title='Tommy Heavenly6!!'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-4433725880564413733</id><published>2009-04-05T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:16:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is vexing...</title><content type='html'>When you try and try but yet do not emerge with an answer. More so if the problem cannot be defined, cannot be fixed, cannot be remedied when its roots lie in something incomprehensible, something predetermined. True, it is vexing. But deep deep down, it gets worse when you know you're averting your eyes from the real problem that lies within. Yet, to that, you can neither find solution nor reason either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-4433725880564413733?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/4433725880564413733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-vexing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4433725880564413733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/4433725880564413733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-vexing.html' title='It is vexing...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5262376567760369643</id><published>2009-04-05T01:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:53:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's songs like these...</title><content type='html'>WHICH GIVE ME A REASON TO LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHlrNXZ1YlBIRGc9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Pray&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---- Download download!!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJZHluTWNlcEozZUE9PQ"&gt;Tommy Heavenly6 - Unlimited Sky&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---- Download download download!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will translate the lyrics at a later date =) Will also upload some of the ones I like best from Angie's playlist some other time. Spread the enlightenment =) xD And now, to work on my Moral group project. Ugh, it's pretty annoying when your group leader forces you to work on short deadlines. Short translated: ONE FRICKIN DAY. meh.  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5262376567760369643?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5262376567760369643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-songs-like-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5262376567760369643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5262376567760369643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-songs-like-these.html' title='It&apos;s songs like these...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5242482987637091689</id><published>2009-04-03T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:06:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear...</title><content type='html'>If you ever saw me in my car alone, you'd wish you never knew me x) For there's no better place to be yourself when you're all alone! It's really cool especially when you have great rock on CDs. Why? Because every car comes equipped with a in built drum set! Ever notice? It's the circular one which you spin round and round. Try not to drum too hard though. The car in front might shoot you an annoyed glare :P You also have a cool guitar! It's in every car! It's made by THE CREATOR, pretty standard issue, composed of 78.08% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nitrogen" title="Nitrogen"&gt;nitrogen&lt;/a&gt;, 20.95% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oxygen" title="Oxygen"&gt;oxygen&lt;/a&gt;, 0.93% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Argon" title="Argon"&gt;argon&lt;/a&gt;, 0.038% &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbon_dioxide_in_the_Earth%27s_atmosphere" title="Carbon dioxide in the Earth's atmosphere"&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/a&gt;, and trace amounts of other gases =) See where I'm coming from? Yeah, so pop in that CD and, tune your base up and turn that volume way up high and shout YEEEHAAA!! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually do this okay. I swear I don't. *koffkoffseriously* Haha, life rocks when you're alone in your car ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2417623578_f3967123ba.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2417623578_f3967123ba.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, today was another day of enlightenment. Just another page in the Book of Tim.  You realize things you never thought possible in your everyday life. Today, I realized that there are probably some things you shouldn't play with. Like fire. And today I played with fire. I should've known that there're things that you absolutely can't bring yourself to say unless you mean it. Or maybe it's just a me thing. It was a bad joke Eme, I'm really sorry for that &gt;&lt; I guess it's just me hoping and wishing that I'll be able to use those three words honestly one day, no strings attached. For I have never looked one in the eye said them, not ever, family excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the things today reminded me of is, faith. Faith is a wonderful thing. Faith can do many things. Faith can make one leap into a ravine. Faith can make one disembowel himself. Faith can make one blow himself up in a crowded street with a huge bomb. Horrible things, yes. But is it faith? Yes. But forget not, that faith can make you take a leap of faith unto uncharted waters. Faith can be your warmth through the darkest of times. Faith can make you truly believe, for faith comes not from the head, but from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, I had faith presented before me today. Faith, if you equate religion with faith, I probably am one of my own faith, and no other's. Faith, I was presented an opportunity to shatter faith today, but shatter I will not, for I am a believer of faith. Only when faith destroys you shall I destroy faith, for it is as my faith commands me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, a powerful force indeed. But there is none greater than love. A feeling of inner peace achieved when being true to one's heart. A driving force which pushes you forward like none other which surges up from deep within your soul. A feeling which becomes your strength in the deepest of pits. A feeling which allows you to truly reach out, connect with, and relate to the other six billion kindred souls on Earth. And the feeling that tells you, "Yes, you are The One." Love, defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I've somehow lost my train of thought and I hate being incoherent xD So yeah, post, end x) If you want more food for thought I recommend you read Desiderata =) It'll make you a happier person =) Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people,&lt;br /&gt;Tim~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't question the longass posts which appear out of the blue from time to time. Read the title: Tim's Little WHIMS =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5242482987637091689?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5242482987637091689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-swear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5242482987637091689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5242482987637091689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-swear.html' title='I swear...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7039876844627919776</id><published>2009-04-03T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:18:34.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know.</title><content type='html'>I used to think life was just a load of BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I've seen it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it'd be no big deal if I disappeared tomorrow, not to me, not to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think life was overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think life hated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I could live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know,&lt;br /&gt;That there's always more than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know,&lt;br /&gt;There's always something new to be seen in the same sights of everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know,&lt;br /&gt;That living in the moment is a feeling of bliss like no other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know,&lt;br /&gt;We have six senses, but we're usually closed to the sixth, the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know,&lt;br /&gt;If you continue to tread the broken road, you'll pick up many shiny pebbles along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people that,&lt;br /&gt;Make you smile from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people that,&lt;br /&gt;You'd trust with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people that,&lt;br /&gt;Make the sun shine through when skies are grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're people that,&lt;br /&gt;Paint your grayscale world technicolour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's these people that,&lt;br /&gt;Make your life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;Your average Joe was driving along a freeway one day. He abides by the speed limit, for he is a simple, ordinary man. People zoom by in the fast lane, twice the speed or more than that of his. Speed demons, we call them. Demons they may be, engines howling, tires screeching as they zip past him, but they do not affect him, for the broken line on the asphalt is infinitely wider than it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lives an honest living, working as a salaryman, earning a meager wage. But he was happy with his life. After all, what was that not to be satisfied about? He had food to satiate his hunger. A home, he has, and returns to every day. A studio apartment, with four whitewashed walls, a meer 800 square feet, 800 square feet which encompassed his life. A nineteen inch TV, nothing fancy. Second-hand and ten years old it may be. But it serves its function. And he would never ask for more. A four poster bed, neatly made and it beckons him, beckons him to rest his weary head on a soft down pillow, beckons him to allow it to wash away his conciousness, beckons him to face the sight of warm orange, piercing into the calm, deep blue sky, which resists not, for none can escape the flow of time. And to its beckoning, he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he lies, he gazes at the night sky through the little window he always looks through. What he sees, is a beautiful sky, a deep indigo blanketed by grey clouds, lit up by the Moon, graciously shining down upon the Earth, which too, like you, bask in the moonlight, weary from the intense, unforgiving gaze of the day. But most of all, you notice that, today's sky, is not the same as yesterday's. He sees many stars. He loves looking at the sky, but most of all he loves the stars. "They're so pretty!" He thinks. They twinkle and shimmer. Some in harmony, some in discord. Some in phase, some not. Some fainter than others, some brighter than others. Sometimes he thinks, if they even realize he's here, gazing lovingly upon them from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For he loves the sky so, and watches it every night, he notices how it changes. Some nights he sees no stars, for the lights of the city brighten the sky so, and their faint twinkling is masked by the bustling city underneath. But in loss, there is gain. He then gazes upon the brightly lit buildings below. Lights they may be, but under each and every one of those lights is a human life. And those lights flicker on and off ever so often. But most nights, the city is at peace, as the city sleeps as it rightfully should when the Sun slips ever so meekly down the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He names the stars he sees, for none of them are quite like another. The little one in the North-East he named Chris, and the cheeky one in the South, Jude was his name, A bold one, in the West, one that always seemed to have many others following him. That, he named Julius. A star, larger than the others, but always seemed a little lonely, Goliath, he called him, would be lurking in the East. And a restless one, flickering ever so often, affectionately called Peter, in the middle of them all. But he sees them one day, but maybe not another. Maybe one of them decided to hide behind a little grey cloud for the night. Maybe another just decided not to shine today. Maybe another went to visit his grandma at another end of the universe. And maybe another just had a fight with the others and escaped to join the day on the other side of Earth, for day and night never mingle, never overlap. But he'll come back some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stars, they move around ever so often, so random, so spontaneous, all in the same night sky, but yet he wondered, do they say hi when they pass by each other? Or would they just be too absorbed in their own business. He wondered, whether Jace had met Julie, because he knew they'd be such a perfect match for each other. He marveled, at Charlotte and Sherene, always at polar opposites of the sky but he knew they were the best of friends. He smiles at the stars that twinkle, for stars twinkle when they smile, and so, he smiles back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years he watches the night sky, but yet, he knows nothing of it, for one day it is what it is today, but becomes yesterday next week, and becomes something totally unknown next year. He loves the night sky so, and is afraid he might forget what it looks like today. So he takes out his sketchbook, and etches it onto the page, ever so dilligently. It doesn't look exactly like what he sees, but he cares not, for there is beauty in imperfection. Happy with his masterpiece, he allows himself to drift away, knowing he'd always be able to see every face of the night sky which he loved so much any time he wanted, now that he had it in his beloved sketchbook. Maybe at a later date he might be disappointed. For as time takes its toll, the pages yellow. Friction makes its mark, smearing the pencil marks, distorting the beautiful view he adored so. At a later date he would lament, but he would remember, he had a kindred spirit. He would then meet up a good friend, now old and grey, sketchbook in hand, ruffled at the edges, and yellow too, from aging. And together, they would piece together, the night skies they had fell in love with so long ago over, and continue sketching on those same pages. Yellow as they may be, sktech on those pages they will, till they can take no more, and crumble to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay. I'm done. I just sat down at my com feeling a sudden urge to write, poured everything out, and viola, the end product of two hours, here. It's probably very incoherent. My thoughts were rushing all over the place. I think it's the sugar rush. Dessert party on an empty is not a good idea XD So sorry there was so much extra Eme, we all wanted to eat more, we really did, but, now I know, there's only so much dessert you can eat XD And also, endorphins are good for you! =) And nothing releases a good bunch of 'em like a good laugh. Which I had plenty of today.  Somehow I felt today was especially fun. It really was. Haha, anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, I better get some sleep now. I don't think my family or neighbours appreciate hard hard rock being blasted at 2:16AM from my new playlist courtesy of Angie. Lol x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people,&lt;br /&gt;Tim~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7039876844627919776?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7039876844627919776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7039876844627919776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7039876844627919776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-i-know.html' title='Now I know.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8341693692907336398</id><published>2009-03-28T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:36:39.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>We take on many different things in life. Some new, totally unfamiliar and totally out of our comfort zone. Something so unfamiliar, so disconcerting, but at the same time, so exciting. And the whole time you think, "Could this be the start of something new?" Well, you'll find out what at the other end of the rainbow if you stick with it long enough =) Let's hope it's something good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rainbow-bridge-cover.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/rainbow-bridge-cover.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8341693692907336398?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8341693692907336398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8341693692907336398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8341693692907336398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8199992711328478668</id><published>2009-03-28T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:15:03.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>You only miss the water when it's gone, and when it is, you're reminded of peace and loneliness, the two sides of the coin called solitude and you realize one thing: Nothing is to be taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3196707584_04e021af9f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 324px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/3196707584_04e021af9f.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8199992711328478668?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8199992711328478668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8199992711328478668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8199992711328478668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5244603372176075619</id><published>2009-03-26T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:38:56.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something from me to us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Winter2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/Winter2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though blood may be thicker than water,&lt;br /&gt;And wine more bitter than gin,&lt;br /&gt;If you hear distant chatter and a howling holler,&lt;br /&gt;That'd be us making a din,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flows on and faces pass,&lt;br /&gt;But the bonds we forged are there to last,&lt;br /&gt;Of you all, nothing more I would ask,&lt;br /&gt;But a meet in the future for one more laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken turns up looking like a bear,&lt;br /&gt;Eme whirls round and shoots him a glare,&lt;br /&gt;Yimay appears with style and flair,&lt;br /&gt;Rujin smiles her demure smile so true,&lt;br /&gt;And surprise surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Angie shows up in not purple but blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glowing splinters relighted, rekindled anew,&lt;br /&gt;Old flames burn bright and we chat over stew,&lt;br /&gt;The night flies by and inevitably we part,&lt;br /&gt;But each of you know, you have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nowhere near as good as Angie, but haha, here it is. My cheers to friendship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5244603372176075619?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5244603372176075619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-something-from-me-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5244603372176075619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5244603372176075619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-little-something-from-me-to-us.html' title='Just a little something from me to us.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-8320707978064306188</id><published>2009-03-25T16:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:28:59.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma happy today =)</title><content type='html'>Because I got to prank someone =) Double prank actually. I pranked someone into thinking I was pranking her but led her on to believe that I was actually not pranking her but was pretending that I was pranking her but in the end I revealed the prank and pranked her =) Understand that? I doubt so, but it does make sense if you read it carefully =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oi! What you guys doing?! I'm warning you, stop it now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop grinning at me like that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, it wasn't exactly a prank, it was more of a surprise, but still, I had fun x) And I'd like to extend my gratitude to the hottest girl in A52(A) for giving me the oppurtunity through her great idea =&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; Lol x) It's nice to know I haven't lost my edge in at least ONE thing xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm so happy today, I shall share one of my all time fav songs with you guys =)&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Pwnage guitar chords ensue. Not for the elderly, those with heart diseases and infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/UmNJblR0RkVHa094dnc9PQ"&gt;Hirano Aya - God Knows...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;English Translation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I run past you with a parched heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You wouldn't even let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Share the pain with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In order to live on purely, without looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I turn my back and leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;on the lonely rail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be right behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even through the most bitter darkness of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you will definitely shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And at the end of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To stop your spirit from breaking due to weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my way, converges with yours and now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The both of us may God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Please reach, my burning passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;melts reality and wanders aimlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There is no reason for the feeling that makes me miss you so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But it overflows towards you, I'm Lovin' you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At least, while painting beautiful dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;let's chase after them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for your lonely heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stop it, lying isn't like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Look in my eyes and let's speak of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've already made my resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even for a dark future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just become strong and you may be able to change fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my wish, as much as I want it granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Only God knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're here, and I'm here-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The others have somehow disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As we sketch the wonder of a fleeting dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We trace our scars too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And so, I'll be right behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Even through the most bitter darkness of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you will definitely shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And at the end of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To stop your spirit from breaking due to weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my way, converges with yours and now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The both of us may God bless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheers =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S. Bio today wasn't as bad as any of us imagined it'd be........ I&lt;br /&gt;wonder if she was just in a bad mood yesterday or has she given&lt;br /&gt;up on us already. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-8320707978064306188?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/8320707978064306188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/imma-happy-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8320707978064306188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/8320707978064306188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/imma-happy-today.html' title='Imma happy today =)'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6629076288814494365</id><published>2009-03-25T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:21:17.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts....</title><content type='html'>You know what? The more I write the more I lose confidence in myself. How ironic is that? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6629076288814494365?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6629076288814494365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6629076288814494365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6629076288814494365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/nuts.html' title='Nuts....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3087111090356233231</id><published>2009-03-25T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:07:58.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Tears</title><content type='html'>Tears, in all basicity are just water. 70% of the human body is made up of water, so it's probably no surprise that it's no difficult feat to cry. All of us have cried tears before, but have you cried true tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tears.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 290px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/tears.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;True tears are tears which spring forth from the heart, but none other than the true heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get by in today's world, societal norms often require us to restrain our true selves to uphold an image in society. To be something you are not, to say something you do not mean, is in other words, to lie. But the world is built on lies and life is just a grand facade. Ever had a guilty pleasure? Something that you know you'd be frowned upon by those around you if they ever found out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day we put on masks and parade ourselves around the city as if it's the natural thing to do. We change ourselves to fit in and lie to impress. When we look in the mirror, we aren't even true to ourselves. Then I ask you, where does the true self lie when you aren't even true to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart is a fragile one. We never fully let our guard down, sometimes even around the nearest and dearest. There's nobody who knows yourself like you do. It's only a matter of whether you accept what you see in its entirety, whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a secret you never told anyone, or something you feel you just can't tell anyone? Deep-seated feelings like resent, loneliness or guilt? And the closer people try to get to subjects like these, the more you tend to reject them. But hypocrisy is an intrinsic quality of the world's workings. The more you reject them, the more you actually want them to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay a trail of breadcrumbs while batting them away, desperately trying to show them what's beneath the farce. You really want to share it with someone, someone who understands, someone you can trust. And the moment that someone breaks the final barrier, the final mask you wear, only is the true heart to be seen, and tears spring forth instantaneously whether you like it or not, and those are true tears. Tears, cried not from the head, but from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take much. Just one sentence would do. "All this while you were just lonely weren't you?" or "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll be there for you." I've seen true tears, just once. I've cried true tears, just one. Have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3087111090356233231?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3087111090356233231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3087111090356233231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3087111090356233231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-tears.html' title='True Tears'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6189228024702615563</id><published>2009-03-24T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:22:22.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About yesterday's post....</title><content type='html'>It was just horribly incoherent. I was honestly quite distressed yesterday. I wanted to say something in that post but ended up not doing so, because it isn't really my place to do so. Writing isn't something to be done when not in a calm state of mind. I probably didn't make much sense, so sorry to those who took the time to read it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel 'stellar' today too. Been horribly sluggish the whole day. I blame it on the fact that I got too much sleep. Yes, too much. Whenever I get &gt;10 hours of sleep per 24 hours, I turn horribly slow. Don't ask me why, it just is. And you know what? Getting back the Bio test didn't really help either. Ms. Foong isn't really one for mercy. I felt like I was strewn on the ground like overnight streamers from the party last night, rolled over by an army tank and burned strand by measly strand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"From this I know that none of you will do well in Unit 5 and Unit 6. This is not going to end well. I can assure you of that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, great that you're so confident about it. Kudos to you. It's like my dignity was ripped apart shred by shred and fed to sharks. What's worse is the sharks didn't even like it. They spit it out and decided to chew on the carrot she was dangling from a fishing rod instead. Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind. I think this whole 'getting too much sleep' thing really got to me. Maybe everything isn't as bad as it seems to me today. Remind me to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LESS&lt;/span&gt; sleep today. Cheers~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6189228024702615563?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6189228024702615563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-yesterdays-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6189228024702615563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6189228024702615563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-yesterdays-post.html' title='About yesterday&apos;s post....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-252720013113581879</id><published>2009-03-23T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:57:03.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>Warning : This is a TL;DR post. Not for the casual reader. Unless you're really free. You should be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I just cut my hair, after saying I had to about 3 weeks ago. And you know what? I happen to think it's fugly. But heck, who cares? My niche in society is definitely not 'the cool one' or 'the handsome one' so a bad haircut or two won't make much difference x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I had LAN Moral today. Can everyone say yay? Thank you =) It was so fun i tell you. I'm serious this time. Class ended at 5.15 when it's supposed to end at 7. I was like...... Whoa, is today a fantastic day or what? Anyways, the topic discussed today in Moral was the Principle of Existentialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2508069342_7b867592b6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2508069342_7b867592b6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to business:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;Existentialism: a chiefly 20th century philosophical movement embracing diverse doctrines but centering on analysis of individual existence in an unfathomable universe and the plight of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for acts of free will without any certain knowledge of what is right or wrong or good or bad&lt;/span&gt; (Again, couresty of www.m-w.com =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to love about this? It speaks the truth in a nutshell. Ever wonder what's the meaning of life? This is the answer: Nothing. Life has no meaning. We just exist because we do. Essence after existence. Existence superceding purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satre states that "Man is the future of himself" and "Man is nothing else besides his plan; he exists only to the extent that he fulfills himself; he is therefore nothing else than the ensemble of his acts, nothing else that his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, existentialism denies the existence of God. Now me, not being particularly committed to any religion of any sort would normally have no bone to pick with this. But I must say. I disagree. I rarely take a stand. But on this, I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3124082982_ce45369709.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/3124082982_ce45369709.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so? Maybe I'm naive, maybe I'm superstitious, maybe I'm biased towards believing in the metaphysical. But you know what? Most people wander through life without noticing the little signs and pointers on the way. They may not be neon signs in the pitch black of night, but they're definitely there, for God works in curious ways. This, I know from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exerpt from Mitch Albom, For One More Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;It's like this line is drawn somewhere in the world and if you never cross it, you'll never consider throwing yourself off a building or swallowing a bottle of pills, but if you do, you might. ..... The truth is, there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or who isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to say I've messed up more times in my life than I can count, but what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. And I am proud to say I'm way stronger than I was way back then. I've fought with friends, caused rifts in cliques. Not once, not twice, but thrice. One astronomical, one severe, one superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, with me, when things get rough like this, I get really down in the dumps, and I can't hide it. It just shows on my face and in everything I do apparently. You feel like your world's been uprooted and hung upside down, and everything just falls apart. But still, not all was lost. There is always light at the end of the tunnel. God sent me angels, not once, but twice. And indeed, save me they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs come in many shapes and sizes, in all sorts of disguises. For me, they're in everything I see, everything I do. A song I just happened to randomly download helped me through a rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only one who's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got enough of me to break my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly related? No. Did it help? Yes. It really got me thinking. And before I knew it, I gathered my resolved and scampered off into uncharted territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also another time, where I got involved in a huge tiff between friends. It was bad. Calls weren't answered, messages weren't replied, but we persevered and light shone through. I received an email at 3:11am. And attached to it was a favourite bible verse of hers, Corinthians 3:11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2719847525_11dbd7a265.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2719847525_11dbd7a265.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's small things like these that make me believe in the divine. A friend once told me, "Sure. Whatever rocks your boat. You see what you want to see in things." Point accepted. But still, does it matter whether they're actually signs or not? Even if it wasn't meant to be a sign but it pointed you in the right direction, by accident or not, it is still a sign, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to quote &lt;a href="http://ravensviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raven's Nest&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, to me, is pure Love. He/She/It could care less if I'm fat or even greedy or if I lose my temper when I'm tired. Even if I don't approve of or love myself... even if my mother didn't... God loves me all the time simply because that's who/what God is. Sins, I think, are a human invention. The only thing that's truly sinful in my view is being unloving, because being unloving disconnects you from LOVE (though even that doesn't disconnect LOVE from you). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is because of this guiding hand that I believe that there is, in fact a purpose for us. Something we were meant to do, born to do. Based on what? That's not important. But, I believe. Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-252720013113581879?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/252720013113581879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/252720013113581879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/252720013113581879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1463186114533401084</id><published>2009-03-22T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:52:04.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meringue</title><content type='html'>I just saw it. I've been linked on Angie's blog. It's such an honor, it brings tears to my eyes! And my tag is meringue, pronounced meh-rang. Not meh-ring-guay :) - &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;a dessert topping consisting of a baked mixture of stiffly beaten egg whites and sugar (definition courtesy of www.m-w.com. Gotta love that site :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2429653007_47f845560b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2429653007_47f845560b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yumm. Looks tantalising, no? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ohcrapwhatthehellamIdoinghere? Studybiodammit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.... And there's still that phys homework.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ohhh, gawd. I.am.so.dead xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1463186114533401084?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1463186114533401084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/meringue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1463186114533401084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1463186114533401084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/meringue.html' title='Meringue'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7699403488822242318</id><published>2009-03-20T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T02:24:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you stay up an extra hour</title><content type='html'>Just to slay a Purple Gypceros, you know you're beyond salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gypceros-small.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 176px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/gypceros-small.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, btw, this is a Gypceros &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7699403488822242318?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7699403488822242318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-stay-up-extra-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7699403488822242318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7699403488822242318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you-stay-up-extra-hour.html' title='When you stay up an extra hour'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3924562974237985128</id><published>2009-03-17T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:00:05.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wonderful Cousin You Never Knew I Had.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so have I told you guys I'm actually half Arabian before? Well, yes, I am. And I have an Arabian cousin. Lo and behold, my favourite cousin. Al-Jibra! This is a baby photo of him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01211.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01211.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bully him, pinch his cheeks and laugh at him all the time! Ain't he cuuuute? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I regret that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01212.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01212.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookit him. Big, bad, mean..... And he really packs a punch. I met him today for the first time in a long time (not really) but yeah, I tried to insult him but he socked me in the eye. And it still hurts now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, I filmed "Running In the Rain II" yesterday. On top of that, the producers gave me this wonderful souvenir! A nice incision wound about 5cm long on my arm. Yay =) It really hurt for a while, and to top it all off, I took 1.5 hours to get home. Stupid rain. Stupid traffic jams. Stupid me for trying to save RM1.50 by not getting on the highway. On the plus side, I got to drive behind a really great guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01209.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has good taste :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, random piccy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01206.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 314px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01206.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AEON Setiwangsa AU2, Ampang. I love the night view x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I swear my life is too boring. Someone give me something good to write about or I'll die an uninspired fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3924562974237985128?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3924562974237985128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-wonderful-cousin-you-never-knew-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3924562974237985128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3924562974237985128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-wonderful-cousin-you-never-knew-i.html' title='My Wonderful Cousin You Never Knew I Had.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1156220863348928738</id><published>2009-03-14T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:56:02.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=liverpool_1_1600x1200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/liverpool_1_1600x1200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4-1!!! FOUR TO ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE REDS HAVE TRAMPLED THE RED DEVILS, YEAH :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1156220863348928738?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1156220863348928738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-never-walk-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1156220863348928738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1156220863348928738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone =)'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5449482587812153543</id><published>2009-03-14T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:25:27.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you never got to do and stuff you never got to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, on the subject of rummaging through my house, I found another few interesting trinkets I'd forgotten about a long time ago. A little stuffed dog in a plastic bag found a new home on my shelf. A plethora of souvenirs from China were unearthed. But most nostalgic of all was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 584px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01201.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, lookit that, clumsy and homemade from head-to-toe x) It was form 3 if I'm not mistaken. A Christmas present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 586px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01202.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open the wrapping and whaddaya get? A lil container made of manila card. Haha, it was hard for me to get out of the house and buy a present at that time. What's inside it I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 585px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01203.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, wow, a stand made of satay sticks covered with coloured straws, held together with thread. Heh, see the huge yellow smiley face? So corny x) Let's examine it closer shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 585px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01204.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seven strips of paper in the colours of the rainbow, with a little green bead in the centre (you can't see it, but its there) strung together with needle and thread. And a little tail with another 3 green beads, and a transparent flag made of cello tape x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And inside the smiley face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 585px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01205.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, aww. I blanked out the name(s). Malu la Xp Seriously, the stuff I did &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really did want to give this to her. I guess part of the reason was that I was shy. It doesn't look very good and I was afraid it would look out of place under the Christmas tree x) The other is, well, the chance was really hard to come by. And I never have the courage to take that extra step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Always take that extra step whenever it is necessary. I've spent loads of my life cowering under the sheets wondering what would have happened if I had taken that extra step. Well, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5449482587812153543?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5449482587812153543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-you-never-got-to-do-and-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5449482587812153543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5449482587812153543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-you-never-got-to-do-and-stuff.html' title='Things you never got to do and stuff you never got to say'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-1373237467693242953</id><published>2009-03-14T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:14:07.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do.</title><content type='html'>You know what? I suddenly had this overwhelming urge to read through my high school essays again. I looked through my whole house trying to find at least one. And well, I did. Find one, that is. It wasn't one of my best works, but it was nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I miss learning English. I miss writing. I miss the times after we get back our composition papers and we'd sit in circles reading each others' essays. And probably most of all, I miss Pn. Jugdeep, the first person to ever recognise me in high school and make English fun, for all of us. I wonder what it'd have been like if I had a proper English teacher to guide me from the beginning. I wonder what it'd be like if I had pursued writing for a career. I wonder, I really do. Because I love writing, I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-1373237467693242953?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/1373237467693242953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1373237467693242953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/1373237467693242953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-do.html' title='I really do.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3875566653574826479</id><published>2009-03-13T17:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:06:21.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results.</title><content type='html'>And so I arrive at Pusat Bandar Damansara at 9.00am, nervous. After all, this was the moment of truth: Was the problem S****l, or was it just.... me? Knowing myself the best, I'm as lazy as they come. Everything was riding on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah, I got off relatively unscathed. Results were pretty good. And I thank my lucky stars that they weren't bad. Or I wouldn't be able to face my mom when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... as for this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 339px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I can't push the blame on anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was caused by none other than me. So, yeah. I swear right here. No more last minute studying, no burning the midnight oil. Units 5 &amp;amp; 6 are not pushovers. It's been a wake up call for many of us, and this is mine. An X, small to you, but bigger than anything else on this paper to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone else, smiles okay? If you did great, then.... great , keep it up ;) If you didn't do that well, then cheer up, we all did our best right? And if that best isn't good enough, we'll all work together to better our bests! :) Remember that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nobody &lt;/span&gt;who works hard deserves to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't the results that count,&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the path&lt;/span&gt; which led to the results,&lt;br /&gt;For only through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood, sweat and tears&lt;/span&gt; will we realize &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much we've grown&lt;/span&gt; when we finally see the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we shall &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bask in the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold your head high&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pride yourself &lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; where your efforts have brought you&lt;/span&gt; and you shall achieve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excellence&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not just on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; paper&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but also in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3875566653574826479?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3875566653574826479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3875566653574826479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3875566653574826479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2974836653743119506</id><published>2009-03-12T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:24:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors.</title><content type='html'>The worst of the flaws of humankind is probably the fact that our eyes are on the front of our heads....... In that, we are unable to look at ourselves. Hypocrisy arises when you judge another for a flaw which you were unaware you had. Hence, mirrors are probably mankind's greatest invention, fixing our greatest flaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3597mirror_mirror_600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/3597mirror_mirror_600x.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, people, before life gives you that mean little tap on the hand and forces you to look in the mirror, check your reflection everyday, while you still recognise who's reflected in it. I probably owe some people apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2974836653743119506?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2974836653743119506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirrors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2974836653743119506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2974836653743119506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/mirrors.html' title='Mirrors.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-6108554519699332555</id><published>2009-03-12T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:47:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You.....</title><content type='html'>Are up at 3:43am after nearly missing class because you slept at 4:30am the day before for nearly the EXACT same reason, you know you're messed up x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's not really due to the game. I was watching American Idol till 2:30. I predict a Danny vs Adam finals :) Alexis is hot, but rockers usually don't make it very far. Sad, but true :( I like Alexis. Did I mention I like Alexis? I like Alexis :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-6108554519699332555?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/6108554519699332555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6108554519699332555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/6108554519699332555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-you.html' title='When You.....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-5107823898330848803</id><published>2009-03-12T00:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:34:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never sleep at 4.30am just.......</title><content type='html'>Trying to mimic this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiG1zT67eV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiG1zT67eV4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evades disapproving looks from female peers* Or you'll end up oversleeping the next day and not being able to find parking :S Thank goodness for Angie and Ken, my saviors for the day :) Sigh, what would I do without you guys XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-5107823898330848803?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/5107823898330848803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-sleep-at-430am-just-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5107823898330848803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/5107823898330848803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-sleep-at-430am-just-for.html' title='Never sleep at 4.30am just.......'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-2981155029776842864</id><published>2009-03-11T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:42:50.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And....</title><content type='html'>Since I'm still in the "Worship ef-memo" mode, I give you its opening song for your listening pleasure! :) My blu-ray quality ef-memo DL jumped from 30% to 60% overnight. I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yousendit.com/download/U0d6UWVnT01ubHhjR0E9PQ"&gt;Euphoric Field(English) - Tenmon feat. Elisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;Why am I standing alone in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, no more lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath under the hazy sky&lt;br /&gt;Feel like losing, but it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break through the night, go and try to fight&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, now is the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be alive, take it&lt;br /&gt;I surely feel my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;There's no limit to my reach&lt;br /&gt;I say good-bye to my tears that I don't need&lt;br /&gt;So believe in my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back to the sorrow I left behind&lt;br /&gt;Here's my real intention I hide&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here, and so just right by my side&lt;br /&gt;Need to be strong enough to swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for my own style&lt;br /&gt;Don't give it up, here comes the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be alive, take it&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a great deal&lt;br /&gt;Brighten our sweet memories&lt;br /&gt;Hope there will be a future for you and me&lt;br /&gt;So believe in your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be alive, take it&lt;br /&gt;Promise to find, yes I will&lt;br /&gt;Shining wings filled with wishes&lt;br /&gt;Fly high, make it&lt;br /&gt;Get to the new world that I seek&lt;br /&gt;Someday, so I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammar leaves something to be desired, yes, but hell, I like it :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2981155029776842864?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2981155029776842864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2981155029776842864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2981155029776842864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/and.html' title='And....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-3737472428433841426</id><published>2009-03-10T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:08:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to the greatest anime of all time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ef_index_top200711.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 300px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/ef_index_top200711.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory. The most precious thing on Earth in my humble opinion. Memories define who we are. Memories tell us who we are. Memory is what records our fleeting existence during our short visit to this planet. Memories remind us of things we do not want to remember. Memories also remind us of all the things we'd never want to forget. What is memory? I ask you again. What is memory? Memory is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest anime on Earth to date is without a doubt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1047logo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/1047logo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What would you do if you were caught up in an accident years ago and that accident took nothing away from you. Absolutely nothing, except your ability to record memories. We find ourselves in the shoes of Chihiro, our protagonist in which she can only retain memories for up to 13 hours after which they are instantly erased. She'd take breakfast at 7am every morning, but by 8:01pm at night, she'd have forgotten that she even had breakfast. She goes to sleep at night and wakes up a different person, back to who she was when she was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yesterday's me and today's me are two different people. It has always been this way, and it will always be this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's only the beginning. What if you meet someone today? You'd forget him tomorrow. You'd hurt someone. And not only once, but over and over again. Such is the fate of our heroine. However, there's still hope for her. A link to the future. The knot that ties "today's her" and "yesterday's her" together: Her diary. Every morning when she wakes up, she reads her diary. And she only writes the most important things to her in there, the bare essentials to remind her of who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends her time everyday in an abandoned train station, just gazing at the sky. Until one fateful day, she met him. And they grow closer with each passing day. Now, what happens if you gain more memories you do not want to forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her caretaker's advice to the boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't get too deeply involved with her. You'll only end up hurting her, and yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What happens when you find someone you love? You never want to lose a moment with them. What if "never losing a moment with them" is not something you're physically capable of? What if you try to take more than what you were given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What happens is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It All Falls Apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ef -  a tale of memories, a tale of love, found and lost. A tale of hope, granted on a whim and whiffed away on the next. And what's more is, this is only half the story. Two stories run concurrently in this series, and the execution is flawless, causing absolutely no confusion in between and guaranteed to awe. A must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”忘れたくない想い、ありますか？&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;－&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you have memories you'd never want to forget?&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I so love this show okay? Lookit this pweedy Blu-Ray disc set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 380px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 380px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could ever have this tim would be such a happy camper D: But let's not get lofty dreams. RM1200 is alot :( Sigh, ahwells :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-3737472428433841426?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/3737472428433841426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribute-to-greatest-anime-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3737472428433841426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/3737472428433841426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/tribute-to-greatest-anime-of-all-time.html' title='A tribute to the greatest anime of all time.'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-7866986472421909114</id><published>2009-03-10T16:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:17:10.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Friends, they share your parking fee with you when you have to pay more than the usual 3 bucks per day as if it's a natural thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, you share a large part of your life with them just spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, always make you laugh with meaningless banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, always there to make the day a little better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one special friend, never call her by her full name. Unless you want 50 bucks in your car x_x You're getting it back. I swear x_x And Rujin, I owe you lunch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this post with a song I learnt from Angie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F &lt;/span&gt;is for friends, we do stuff together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; is for you and me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; is for anywhere and anything at all, under the deep blue sea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You rule Angie :) You really do. Just stop leaving money in my car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-7866986472421909114?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/7866986472421909114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7866986472421909114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/7866986472421909114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708830571651368483.post-2899008966164940958</id><published>2009-03-08T11:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:57:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and also.....</title><content type='html'>Lookie here. My current pride and joy which tells me I haven't been spending the past 4 years studying Japanese for nothing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 309px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01198.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted the scores aren't anything fantastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC01195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's this that counts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01194.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b398/LunarZero/DSC011952.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-2899008966164940958?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/2899008966164940958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-also.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2899008966164940958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/2899008966164940958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and-also.html' title='Oh, and also.....'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708830571651368483.post-888852587709680704</id><published>2009-03-08T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T02:16:40.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and...</title><content type='html'>Yes, most probably this'll be my new blog (if I decide to be hardworking enough to upkeep it x_x). Expect posts albeit too serious for the casual reader interlaced with mindless babbling of a teenager and a slice of a seventeen-year-old's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-888852587709680704?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/888852587709680704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/888852587709680704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/888852587709680704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and...'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6708830571651368483.post-55290103407490424</id><published>2009-03-08T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:46:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vengeance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge, all too common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I SWEAR I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge, is all consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing matters to me more than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge, is but...... a means of escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it! Mama... Papa... I've finally avenged you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What lies at the end of revenge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs alone where nobody is watching. The smile she had thrown away so long ago resurfaces again. The childlike innocence in her laughter resounds throughout the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, Papa... Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic eyes search the room, but there's no one there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I succeeded.... I finally succeeded.... So, praise me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice cracks as she says this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say that I did a good job... Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow down her cheeks and a cry of anguish breaks the silence of the lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Inspiration from Gundam 00 - Episode 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seal thy lips a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd lock thy heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But do remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we'll never part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through pain and fear and sorrow true,&lt;br /&gt;Bring to light what thy can't undo,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be there with a smile for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tim (8/3/09)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708830571651368483-55290103407490424?l=timslilwhims.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/feeds/55290103407490424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/vengeance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/55290103407490424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708830571651368483/posts/default/55290103407490424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timslilwhims.blogspot.com/2009/03/vengeance.html' title='Vengeance'/><author><name>Tim~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02831218854021516424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
