tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89442989040470308952024-02-20T23:01:33.088-08:00Timothy RulezAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-36569026139763474612014-04-24T06:41:00.003-07:002014-04-24T06:41:42.683-07:00International Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hi guys from people all over the countth, let me introduce myself first I am Timothy and I will talk my about how and why we celebrate </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">International Day</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We celebrate </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">International Day </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">by knowing more about other countries culture and weshould celebrate it because I bet all of us don't like to have war or maybe even raids rite so we must learn to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">respect</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> each other culture and don't make fun of it and all of us love harmony right so whenever u are in trouble, there is more people to help you out.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">so from today onwards we should be good to our neighbour's even if there are from other countries so we must start to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> them as well.</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-89109672418643455132014-02-06T04:48:00.000-08:002014-02-06T04:49:30.213-08:00Struggles and how I overcame it (Draft3)<span style="line-height: normal;">Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;">Class:1E1</span><br />
<br />
<span style="line-height: normal;">Draft 3(Figurative Languages)</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> "I can do it! I definitely can do it! It isn't something difficult!" I thought to myself when I am facing one maths question during PSLE. </span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> Mdm Faezah(my maths teacher) have taught me once the solution of the question which I don't know how to answer but I just can't remember the concepts and steps for it.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> However I did not gave up, I tried and tried my best to answer the questions and finally I got the answer which I have confident in. But I am still not sure if I am able to get a good grades for my maths and as well as others subjects such as English, Science and Mother Tongue.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> I am so worried about my grades but I just can't do anything about it because is already after PSLE but one day which is on the releasing of the PSLE results day, my face was as pale as a ghost and perspirations rolls down my cheeks on the day at first but it slowly... slowly started to stop when I open and took a look on my results with my parents and I am glad that I am able to get at least more than 190.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> After the PSLE results were out few days later my parents had allowed me to go out together with my friends in my primary school so I hang out with them every time whenever I am free.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-64755592323418318782014-02-06T04:40:00.001-08:002014-02-06T04:40:43.001-08:00Struggles and how I overcame it (Draft 2)<span style="line-height: normal;">Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;">Class:1E1</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;">Draft 2(Paragraphing)</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> "I can do it! I definitely can do it! It isn't something difficult!" I thought to myself when I am facing one maths question during PSLE. Mdm Faezah(my maths teacher) have taught me once the solution of the question which I don't know how to answer but I just can't remember the concepts and steps for it.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> However I did not gave up, I tried and tried my best to answer the questions and finally I got the answer which I have confident in. But I am still not sure if I am able to get a good grades for my maths and as well as others subjects such as English, Science and Mother Tongue.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> I am so worried about my grades but I just can't do anything about it because is already after PSLE but one day which is on the releasing of the PSLE results day I am so worried and perspired a lot on the day at first but it started to stop when I open and took a look on my results with my parents and I am glad that I am able to get at least more than 190.</span><br />
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"><br /></span>
<span style="line-height: normal;"> After the PSLE results were out few days later my parents allowed me to go out together with my friends in my primary school so I hang out with them every time whenever I am free.</span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-82199877908896399852014-02-05T05:01:00.000-08:002014-02-05T14:40:48.068-08:00The story of a jacket (Draft3)Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da<br />
<br />
<br />
Class:1E1<br />
<br />
<br />
Draft 3(Figurative Languages)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
"I know I may be a normal jacket to you but you can't just abandoned me like that!! You would never be able to understand or feel how I felt!" I cried to myself. The story of a jacket actually happens like this...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I am a normal jacket which had been hanged in a jacket shop for sales and for about 12 years. Those peoples that came in to the shop to buy jackets but I am never going to be the jacket that they are always looking for and the jackets they are looking for is jackets with lots of cool patterns on them but I am just a plain grey and white jacket.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
But on one fateful day, there's a beautiful girl which is about 12 years old came in the shop with some of her friends. I thought to myself that she will definitely not want to buy me because I am very plain and she wouldn't wants me at all. But what I thought was actually different to what happens in reality.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
She took me out from the hanger and brought me to the cashier and bought me. "I can't believe it!! She chosen me." She brought me home and washed me thoroughly and after that she sewed a word 'Winnie' on me. I wondered, is her name Winnie? I am right when I saw the same name on a textbook on top of her study table.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
After that she sewed another name with a heart shape in between her name and another name. The name 'Timothy' was sewed on me and she told me that from today onwards my name will be known as Timothy. On that day I realized that I have actually fell in love with her.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I finally know why she bought me as her favourite colours are grey and white as almost all the furniture and other stuffs in her room is grey and white. I have spent almost 1 year together with her and she have wore me for about 1 year too.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
But on one day, 28 December, she saw a small hole on my right arm and she told me "Eww... Why is there such a hole on you, you are so disgusting." I was so shocked as her attitudes towards me had changes a lot. On that day, she threw me away into the recycling bins nearby her house.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I cried terribly everyday and I actually still missed her. But I have made some new friends too in the recycling bin like shirt, pant and blanket and the same tragedy happens to them too like me and they all looks new as well but they were abandoned.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
They cheered me up everyday when they saw me cried and they all tried their best to make me happy and they told me that they all manage to forget the owners and they told me to forget her too. Everyday I spent my time taking to them but I still miss the day we spent together with her. I am waiting for her to comeback to the recycling bin and bring me home and treat me liked how she did last time. I always wanted her but I knows very well that she would actually returned back to look for me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-42775860994841572432014-02-05T04:53:00.000-08:002014-02-05T15:04:45.548-08:00The story of a jacket (Draft2)Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da<br />
<br />
<br />
Class:1E1<br />
<br />
<br />
Draft 2(Paragraphing)<br />
<br />
<br />
"I know I may be a normal jacket to you but you can't just abandoned me like that!! You would never be able to understand or feel how I felt!" I cried to myself. The story of a jacket actually happens like this...<br />
<br />
<br />
I am a normal jacket which had been hanged in a jacket shop for sales and for about 12 years. Those peoples that came in to the shop to buy jackets but I am never going to be the jacket that they are always looking for and the jackets they are looking for is jackets with lots of cool patterns on them but I am just a plain grey and white jacket.<br />
<br />
<br />
But on one fateful day, there's a beautiful girl which is about 12 years old came in the shop with some of her friends. I thought to myself that she will definitely not want to buy me because I am very plain and she wouldn't wants me at all. But what I thought was actually different to what happens in reality.<br />
<br />
<br />
She took me out from the hanger and brought me to the cashier and bought me. "I can't believe it!! She chosen me." She brought me home and washed me thoroughly and after that she sewed a word 'Winnie' on me. I wondered, is her name Winnie? I am right when I saw the same name on a textbook on top of her study table.<br />
<br />
<br />
After that she sewed another name with a heart shape in between her name and another name. The name 'Timothy' was sewed on me and she told me that from today onwards my name will be known as Timothy. On that day I realized that I have actually fell in love with her.<br />
<br />
<br />
I finally know why she bought me as her favourite colours are grey and white as almost all the furniture and other stuffs in her room is grey and white. I have spent almost 1 year together with her and she have wore me for about 1 year too.<br />
<br />
<br />
But on one day, 28 December, she saw a small hole on my right arm and she told me "Eww... Why is there such a hole on you, you are so disgusting." I was so shocked as her attitudes towards me had changes a lot. On that day, she threw me away into the recycling bins nearby her house.<br />
<br />
<br />
I cried terribly everyday and I actually still missed her. But I have made some new friends too in the recycling bin like shirt, pant and blanket and the same tragedy happens to them too like me and they all looks new as well but they were abandoned.<br />
<br />
<br />
They cheered me up everyday when they saw me cried and they all tried their best to make me happy and they told me that they all manage to forget the owners and they told me to forget her too. Everyday I spent my time taking to them but I still miss the day we spent together with her. I am waiting for her to comeback to the recycling bin and bring me home and treat me liked how she did last time. I always wanted her but I knows very well that she would actually returned back to look for me.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-68670464367852057442014-02-03T06:23:00.004-08:002014-02-03T06:24:28.894-08:00Letter to siblingName:Timothy Teo Hong Da<br />
<br />
Class:1E1<br />
<br />
Draft 2<br />
<br />
Address:<br />
Block 469<br />
Ang Mo Kio Ave 10<br />
#11-930<br />
S560469<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Dear Bryan,<br />
<br />
I would like to tell you about how I feel about the little India riot. I felt very unsafe nowadays with people from other country especially from India. Not that I despise them but you actually will not know what they really think.<br />
<br />
The Indians shouldn't do that as Singapore is one of the most strictest law in the world and this is the first time.I really despise their actions, like why create trouble? Why do they not want peace?What's exactly in their mind? Did we actually offended them somehow and somewhere or something else if not?<br />
<br />
I hope none of this riots will actually happen again as there's no point in doing so and I believe most of the Singaporeans will not forgive them.<br />
<br />
Love,<br />
TimothyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-55079391038105378212014-02-01T21:34:00.002-08:002014-02-03T00:39:17.154-08:00Letter to sibling<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Class:1E1</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Draft 1</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dear Bryan,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I would like to tell you about how I feel about the little India riot. I felt very unsafe nowadays with people from other country especially from India. Not that I despise them but you actually will not know what they really think.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Indians shouldn't do that as Singapore is one of the most strictest law in the world and this is the first time.I really despise their actions, like why create trouble? Why do they not want peace?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What's exactly in the mind? Did we actually offended them somehow and somewhere or something else if not? I hope none of this riots will actually happen again as there's no point in doing so and I believe most of the Singaporeans will not forgive them.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Love,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Timothy</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-51577051403778387292014-01-22T23:13:00.001-08:002014-01-22T23:39:54.639-08:00Mindmaps for narrative writing<br />
<a data-cthref="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=cj_KlxYNHrKxFM&tbnid=VMCZA8bFraOnpM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Frachelse-learningjourney.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F01%2Fdigital-learning-tool-4-mind-maps.html&ei=18DgUovcEOeeiAeb2IHADA&psig=AFQjCNEGQLD-JoyO-0rpJF96G25kpHw-cA&ust=1390547517845262" data-ved="0CAUQjRw" href="http://www.google.com.sg/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&docid=cj_KlxYNHrKxFM&tbnid=VMCZA8bFraOnpM:&ved=0CAUQjRw&url=http%3A%2F%2Frachelse-learningjourney.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F01%2Fdigital-learning-tool-4-mind-maps.html&ei=18DgUovcEOeeiAeb2IHADA&psig=AFQjCNEGQLD-JoyO-0rpJF96G25kpHw-cA&ust=1390547517845262" id="irc_mil" style="border-image: none; border: 0px currentColor;"><img class="irc_mut" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WgqxYOfOEsk/TSMkKnnXWxI/AAAAAAAAABE/kIIUidQCOqg/s1600/Narrative%2Bmindmap.jpg" height="393" id="irc_mi" style="margin-top: 0px;" width="441" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-13595983876128924682014-01-19T04:00:00.000-08:002014-02-05T05:06:08.406-08:00The story of a jacket (Draft1)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Class:1E1</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Draft 1(Content)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I know I may be a normal jacket to you but you can't just abandoned me like that!! You would never be able to understand or feel how I felt!" I cried to myself. The story of a jacket actually happens like this...</span><br />
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am a normal jacket which had been hanged in a jacket shop for sales and for about 12 years. Those peoples that came in to the shop to buy jackets but I am never going to be the jacket that they are always looking for and the jackets they are looking for is jackets with lots of cool patterns on them but I am just a plain grey and white jacket.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But on one fateful day, there's a beautiful girl which is about 12 years old came in the shop with some of her friends. I thought to myself that she will definitely not want to buy me because I am very plain and she wouldn't wants me at all. But what I thought was actually different to what happens in reality.</span></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She took me out from the hanger and brought me to the cashier and bought me. "I can't believe it!! She chosen me." She brought me home and washed me thoroughly and after that she sewed a word 'Winnie' on me. I wondered, is her name Winnie? I am right when I saw the same name on a textbook on top of her study table.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After that she sewed another name with a heart shape in between her name and another name. The name 'Timothy' was sewed on me and she told me that from today onwards my name will be known as Timothy. On that day I realized that I have actually fell in love with her.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I finally know why she bought me as her favourite colours are grey and white as almost all the furniture and other stuffs in her room is grey and white. I have spent almost 1 year together with her and she have wore me for about 1 year too.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But on one day, 28 December, she saw a small hole on my right arm and she told me "Eww... Why is there such a hole on you, you are so disgusting." I was so shocked as her attitudes towards me had changes a lot. On that day, she threw me away into the recycling bins nearby her house.</span></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I cried terribly everyday and I actually still missed her. But I have made some new friends too in the recycling bin like shirt, pant and blanket and the same tragedy happens to them too like me and they all looks new as well but they </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">were abandoned.</span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They cheered me up everyday when they saw me cried and they all tried their best to make me happy and they told me that they all manage to forget the owners and they told me to forget her too. Everyday I spent my time taking to them but I still miss the day we spent together with her. I am waiting for her to comeback to the recycling bin and bring me home and treat me liked how she did last time. I always wanted her but I knows very well that she would actually returned back to look for me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-63555242715742378332014-01-19T02:53:00.002-08:002014-02-06T04:49:55.240-08:00Struggles and how I overcame it (Draft 1)<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Name:Timothy Teo Hong Da</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Class:1E1</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Draft 1(Content)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I can do it! I definitely can do it! It isn't something difficult!" I thought to myself when I am facing one maths question during PSLE. Mdm Faezah(my maths teacher) have taught me once the solution of the question which I don't know how to answer but I just can't remember the concepts and steps for it.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However I did not gave up, I tried and tried my best to answer the questions and finally I got the answer which I have confident in. But I am still not sure if I am able to get a good grades for my maths and as well as others subjects such as English, Science and Mother Tongue.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am so worried about my grades but I just can't do anything about it because is already after PSLE but one day which is on the releasing of the PSLE results day I am so worried and perspired a lot on the day at first but it started to stop when I open and took a look on my results with my parents and I am glad that I am able to get at least more than 190.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the PSLE results were out few days later my parents allowed me to go out together with my friends in my primary school so I hang out with them every time whenever I am free.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00103994121527128125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8944298904047030895.post-14652284149123664332014-01-12T14:33:00.000-08:002014-01-22T23:19:57.902-08:00Autobiography<div>
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<span class="gpc" style="-ms-word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); display: inline; margin-left: 1px; text-align: left;">Hi guys, my name is Timothy Teo Hong Da from Chong Boon Secondary School(CBSS), Class 1E1 which is also known as Perseverance 1 too. My hobbies are playing sports for example Badminton, Basketball besides that I like listening to musics and also exercising.</span><br />
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<span class="gpc" style="-ms-word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); display: inline; margin-left: 1px; text-align: left;">Here are some of my favourite colours : Black, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple and Pink and my favourite foods are Nasi Lemak, Soto Ayam and last but not least Chicken Rice.</span><br />
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<span class="gpc" style="-ms-word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); display: inline; margin-left: 1px; text-align: left;"> I am very interested in all kind of sports such as Volleyball and many others. Here are some of the names of my good friends : Kieran, Khairie, Sharul and Song Jiang.</span><br />
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<span class="gpc" style="-ms-word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); display: inline; margin-left: 1px; text-align: left;">My life in Primary School is about the same in Secondary School just that I don't know the map of the school and the teachers in the school well enough. My favourite teachers are Mdm Faezah(Maths and Science) and Mdm Zi(English).</span></div>
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<span class="gpc" style="-ms-word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); display: inline; margin-left: 1px; text-align: left;">My expectations of secondary schools are actually quite simple, or I wants is that the school will have more outdoor learning journey and so that some of my classmates and me will not find it boring because we are staying in the class everytime and also hope that we will have more overnight camp at every level on every year because I am a person that loves adventure a lot.</span></div>
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