<?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-3297653865138733463</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:29:56.157+08:00</updated><category term='Homework ):'/><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297653865138733463.post-7666555753919283642</id><published>2007-05-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:00:46.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/flashof_green"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MOVED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7666555753919283642?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7666555753919283642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7666555753919283642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7666555753919283642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7666555753919283642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1876669750956187387</id><published>2007-05-25T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:53:50.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>OMG OMGOMGOMG. I JUST REALISED WHAT I'VE DONE OMG OMGOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help. Hey rosy, the past post wasn't about you okay, I'm very sorry I made you feel that way. &amp;If there's anyway to amend it I will. OMG, reading it I think I really did phrase it in such a way. OH GOD HELP! Ahh, this is so maddening. Oh, now I know where the cold feelings came from! OH GOSH. I wasn't even having her in my mind when I was writing that post!  Ohgodddddd. Fuck. I seriously didn't mean to let you feel that way okay. (: I'm so so so sorry. OH DAMN, this is screwed. One simple post is what it takes? Ahhh, I don't know how I'm gna get this around and clear, but believe me I will. I will Iwill. i will make this askew thing uprigh again. OH GOSH. This is bad, because when you write about somethingnext time specify or else just get into amisunderstanding as bad as this man! Oh rosy, if I really was talking about you in the post I wouldn't have talked to you in school. OH SHITES. This is bad, I;ve gone through one of these things before, and it was doubly nasty, but now I'll try to amend it. It's like deja vu. I;M REALLY REALLY SORRY ROSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, you can help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help your child crying out loud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help the one in distress,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who's lost in the crowd,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save this child from this huge ordeal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This child with scars of hate and fear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, save the girl, all alone in the dark,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bait of fisherman, for the shark,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A victim of words, of whispers, of frowns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vistim of stares and glares and knitted brows,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just save me from this ordeal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This misunderstanding, injured heart needs to be healed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take me away, I hate misunderstandings. Grrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1876669750956187387?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1876669750956187387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1876669750956187387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1876669750956187387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1876669750956187387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-6637437593258230735</id><published>2007-05-25T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:27:25.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>Okay, the holiday starts hre, &amp;Pirates yesteray was double fun. Even watching it for the second time is mighty magnificent. Oh and the snacks made it whoopee doopee. (: Subway cookies and all. (: mmhmm. WILL TURNER IS &lt;3! SO IS ELIZABETH SWANN. (&amp;amp;OF COURSE, their real selves, Orlando Bloom and Keira Knghtley.) HELL YEAH. Oh, JACK SPARROW IS LOVE TOO! Now I finally understand why my sister got so mad over him! Haha. Alright, I think Imma watch pirates two! HAHAHA. I love pirates ,, But i thinkI've had enough for now, twice a week. That's kinda of madness. (: &amp;Now, I wna watch oceans thirteen! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna have a special compass that tells me what I want the most too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-6637437593258230735?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/6637437593258230735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=6637437593258230735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6637437593258230735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6637437593258230735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-2332740572079917652</id><published>2007-05-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:55:42.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar</title><content type='html'>You think you know someone and that someone turns out to be te exact opposite, so hypocritical, so superficial, so shallow, so disappointing. &amp;It just upsets me that everytime I let her in, she disappoints me, It's like trust misplaced, taken for granted, and thrown away. But now I'm okay, busy reading mags. Haha! I just think of tomorrow's MOVIE &amp;amp;I feel refreshed. I'm just super annoyed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think I'm being a horrid girl, and being an irresponsible girl who takes things for granted (like teng's consent, which doesn't even matter, because she has absolutely no stand in this). I know that you think it's horrid that I say that and plan not to go for training tomorrow. I know. But I just wna tell you that Teng doesn't have any business in this and she doesn't give a damn if we even do a backflip for tumbles. So what's the big fuss man? She sticks her nose out of it. I mean after all, it's not like anything will happen if I fucking go for training or not. I've got it all planned out. &amp;amp;It seems like you'll never understand. Right, so I'm irresponsible and bad and take things for granted, call me whatever, I don't care now, because, the world doesn't either. Bitches ought to get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my hands together,&lt;br /&gt;Pray that it'll be alright,&lt;br /&gt;That there'll be sunshine after that rain,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I just hope tomorrow will be much better.&lt;br /&gt;PS I LOVE WILL TURNER!&lt;br /&gt;PSS Need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;PSSS I can't wai for movie marathon! OMG OMGOMGOMGOMG!&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;OMG, PIRATES YESTERDAY WAS OMG! I'M TOTALLY SERIOUS. It was sad. BUT i loved it, it was super good. and it's good thing I watching it tomorrow again! WOOHOOOOO! I loe will turner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-2332740572079917652?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/2332740572079917652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=2332740572079917652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2332740572079917652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2332740572079917652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/liar.html' title='Liar'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-935565446600727308</id><published>2007-05-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:37:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more days</title><content type='html'>I can't wait, seriously, I can't concentrate on dumb chem or math. ): Because the holidays are like, HEREEEE! OMG! Haha. I wna swim, shop, and of course, build our bridge. And have the MOST ANTICIPATED MOVIE MARATHON! HOHO. I can't wait. Of course, the much desired PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN AT WORLD'S END! WHOOPEEE. &amp;Shopping of course. (oh, I mentioned that earlier, clumsy me.) WOOHOOO! I just finished collating my Pirates pictures (which turned out to only be three of them, while the rest were either about Kate Moss or Kate Bosworth!) Haha. Oh, Kate Bosworth is my motivation and inspiration! (: So I must work out and swim alot of course, okay and go frot raining regularly. (That's the main idea, you see --  to trick myself into working hard) Heh heh. No doubt the Haley in Stick It! is my inspiration though. I just thinkKate Bosworth is present more in the mags, and therefore I'll be able to be reminded! Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SHOPPINGand !!!!!!!MOVIE MARATHON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-935565446600727308?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/935565446600727308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=935565446600727308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/935565446600727308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/935565446600727308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/4-more-days.html' title='4 more days'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-880421777598102563</id><published>2007-05-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:14:21.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Sunday</title><content type='html'>Bishan library with Eunice. Studying &amp; practising chem. (: HEH. Anyway, I can't wait for shopping! OMG! Got to do F&amp;amp;N now, see y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-880421777598102563?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/880421777598102563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=880421777598102563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/880421777598102563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/880421777598102563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/study-sunday.html' title='Study Sunday'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-2527130872036945181</id><published>2007-05-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:12:05.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what. the. fuck.</title><content type='html'>OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG ALL THE PHANTOM TICKETS ARE SOLD OUTTTTTTT. MUST MAKE EVERY 18TH OF MAY A MOURNING DAY! ): ): ): ): NOW WHAT!!!! WHAT WILL WE DOOOOO? IF WE COULD FIND A WAY TO GET IN WITHOUT A SEAT JUST TO WATCH IT, IT WOULD BE IDEAL. (beggars can't be choosers) BUT NOW THERE ISCERTAINLY NO POSSIBILITY OF US GETTING INTO THAT THINGGGG GODDAMN IT! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK. GRAWR GRAWR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORTIFIED AND TOTALLY DEVASTATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can they extend it? please please please please please please please please pleaseplease please please please please please please please pleasee please. IHAVE NEVER SAID SO MANY PLEASES IN MY LIFEEEEEEEEE !DAMN IT. I REALLY HOPE THAT THEY CAN EXTEND IT FOR LIKE JUST ONE DAY! omg pleas please please please [please please please please pleaseplease please please please please please please!!!!!!! omg oh god oh god oh god!!!!!! please extendit please please please please. (okay that is like 99.9999999999999% impossible, but if they do i'll kiss them!!!!!) REALLY, IF THEY REALLY EXTEND I'LL PROMISEI'LL WORK HARD TO GET AN A1 FOR CHINESE NEXT TERM, which is no mean feat becase i'm getting like C6s all the time. BUT OH GOSH! PLEASE EXTEND IT &amp;i'LL REALLY WROK HARD FOR CHINESE AND MATH AND CHEM AND ENGLISH!!!!!! OH GOD AND I PROMISE I'LL READ TO KILL AMOCKING BIRD IFTHEY EXTEND!!!!! JUST LET EUGE AND I WATCH AND I'LL BE GLAD TO DO ANYTHING WITHIN MY MEANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'LL EVEN GIVE UP EATING CHOCOLATE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR (OH NO!) IF THEY EXTEND OH MY GOD. !!!!! JUST EXTEND LUHHHHHH okay, i think i sound super desperate now. BUT THAT IS BECAUSE I AM! oh man. I'M SUPER SUPER REALLY REALLY SAD NOWWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-2527130872036945181?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/2527130872036945181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=2527130872036945181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2527130872036945181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2527130872036945181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuck.html' title='what. the. fuck.'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1082215667717476577</id><published>2007-05-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T17:33:14.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh, the kate moss collection is so pretty. (: I like the black dress. (: Oh man. Anyway, I'll be changing layout soon. (: I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Katharine McPhee is damn pretty. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1082215667717476577?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1082215667717476577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1082215667717476577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1082215667717476577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1082215667717476577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/oooh-kate-moss-collection-is-so-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-898663497209202835</id><published>2007-05-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:29:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is so nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over It &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over your lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm over your games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over you asking me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you know I'm not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You call me at night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I pick up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you be telling me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know your not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(your eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(your smile)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(realised)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanting you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be wanting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I feel, read my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I'm so over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on, its my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never were a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now I'm so over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so over it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over your hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm over your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to drag me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fill me with self-doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(your words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(so sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(i'm not your girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanting you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be wanting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I feel, read my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I'm so over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on, its my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never were a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now I'm so over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so over it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't call,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't come by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ain't no use,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't ask me why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll never change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there'll be no more crying in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanting you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be wanting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I feel, read my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I'm so over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on, its my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never were a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now I'm so over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so over it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so over it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm over it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanting you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be wanting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No that ain't no way to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I feel, read my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because I'm so over..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moving on, its my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you never were a friend of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurt at first, a little bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now I'm so over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so over it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Katharine McPhee and Carrie Underwood. &amp;I wna watch Legally blonde 1 &amp;amp;2 (OH  GOLLY, that's one more movie to the list, Clare)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-898663497209202835?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/898663497209202835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=898663497209202835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/898663497209202835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/898663497209202835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-song-is-so-nice-over-it-im-over.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-6026313441027575660</id><published>2007-05-18T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:12:52.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans</title><content type='html'>&amp;The saying goes: When in Rome, do as the Romans do.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Anyway, the Bridge briefing was today. &amp;amp;We got to skip dress Tan's chemistry lesson! OH GOLLY! &amp;We waited so long for transport. ):&lt;br /&gt;We got there &amp;amp;they started asing questions lke a quiz, then I managed to answer one question! Yaye. I rushed there before the RI boy could get there! HMPH, take that. Yeah the answer was THE ROMANS! We got staplers! Haha. Anyway, hopefully our london bridge doesn't fall down eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;there's no wonder that her name means beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her looks have got no parallel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-6026313441027575660?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/6026313441027575660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=6026313441027575660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6026313441027575660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6026313441027575660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/romans.html' title='Romans'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-305973257817066431</id><published>2007-05-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:55:46.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God save me.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not dead?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather take a dagger&lt;br /&gt;to my gut, my heart, my head.&lt;br /&gt;But the pain I cannot bear,&lt;br /&gt;The excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to all end now,&lt;br /&gt;Try to remain sane.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry, I wish I could,&lt;br /&gt;To relieve me of the heartache,&lt;br /&gt;Then I ponder, quietly,&lt;br /&gt;exactly, what makes my heart break.&lt;br /&gt;The path before me seems so dark,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd run and hide,&lt;br /&gt;Before the darkness gets to me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Attacks me from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this life, I wna escape.&lt;br /&gt;fuckthisgoddamnnedlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-305973257817066431?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/305973257817066431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=305973257817066431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/305973257817066431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/305973257817066431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-2434109474355820958</id><published>2007-05-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:42:10.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries and Cream</title><content type='html'>I sat on the cream bench. Hurt. Even though it mayn't seem that way, I take every word to heart. Every detail, every sigh. &amp;amp;now, I just cannot tolerate anymore, I feel myself crumbling under the weight of the thousands of things that I cannot do, and will never be able to do. I feel much better writing it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so angry and angsty and just oh so horrid, I really hope that traiing will help me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life feels dissolved, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right there in thin air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could leave,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the middle of nowhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suppress my emotions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's no use at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can take no more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time for the overhaul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this life, I wna escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-2434109474355820958?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/2434109474355820958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=2434109474355820958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2434109474355820958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2434109474355820958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/strawberries-and-cream.html' title='Strawberries and Cream'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1512834862997669317</id><published>2007-05-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:18:14.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>steer</title><content type='html'>Okay, after pondering over dinner and a bath, and a nap, I realised how important this was to me. How it was that if it doesn't work out, I'd be crushed all over. Again. I'm not letting myself go into a state of melancholy. As if mourning the death of a dear one, which I'd imagine myself doing, because that dear person would be gone. In fact, now in the hospital it lies, with a machine as support for life. A heartbeat so irregular it might stop any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking can't concentrate on studies now, I'm so up for the shopping spree and movie marathon, where I'll watch about a dozen prince charmings (: Ooh, a feast on the eyes! Methinks that the holidays are waaaaay to far away!&lt;br /&gt;We've got aroun 17 movies to watch!&lt;br /&gt;1. Anastasia&lt;br /&gt;2. Mulan&lt;br /&gt;3. Beauty and The Beast&lt;br /&gt;4. Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;5. Parent trap (again!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Pirates 1&lt;br /&gt;7. Pirates 2&lt;br /&gt;8. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;9. Swan princess (!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Little Mermaid&lt;br /&gt;11. Stick it! (again!)&lt;br /&gt;12. She's the man (again!)&lt;br /&gt;13. Lion King&lt;br /&gt;14. Devil wears Prada&lt;br /&gt;15. Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;16. Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;17. Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE YOU GO all 17 of them, unless we can find some more to add in like LOVE ACTUALLY AHH. PS. Ainslie cannot appreciate Kiera Knightley properly. Shame on her. tsktsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1512834862997669317?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1512834862997669317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1512834862997669317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1512834862997669317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1512834862997669317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/steer.html' title='steer'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-7555205740562755299</id><published>2007-05-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:53:29.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was enlightening. But it was reality, and even though I was fully aware of it, I didn't accept it. Really. Haha. Anyway, I guess with her with us, I can jolly well kiss "that" goodbye, on the left ass. Sigh. I really feel like giving up, I don't wna do this anymore. &amp;When I was crying on the stairs, I never talked about this, all I said was: "I can't take it anymore." &amp;amp;I was actually referring to this. ): I really couldn't it was meltdown, breakdown, if I may. Yes, it was breakdown. I couldn't, I think I might ind solace in the backyard in the future. Yes. I guess I might. Anyway, with all this underway, I think there is a vague silhouette of hope, glimmering through the almost opaque rice paper. I really hoped all those feeling weren't melted away. I really do. I could die just thinking aobut the situation, I need..... RETAIL THERAPY! Seriously! I need it right now, and of course, movie marathon! I LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;I love ORLANDO BLOOM, &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7555205740562755299?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7555205740562755299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7555205740562755299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7555205740562755299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7555205740562755299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-was-enlightening.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-7159640174605488071</id><published>2007-05-13T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:37:35.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wna watch ALADDIN! OMG he's so cute! He's so cute. Ahhh. It's an infatuation with cartoons (:&lt;br /&gt;Dimitri from ANASTASIA&lt;br /&gt;Shang from MULAN&lt;br /&gt;Now, Aladdin from ALADDIN! OMG&lt;br /&gt;And Eric from LITTLE MERMAID, even thoughhe doesn't look as nice as the rest. [GAWKS]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Beast from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, but you are a beast and are a far cry from them, I only like you when you transform back to a prince! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wna watch&lt;br /&gt;1. Anastasia&lt;br /&gt;2.Aladdin&lt;br /&gt;3.Mulan&lt;br /&gt;4.Beauy and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL THE PIRATES MOVIES! GRAHHH. I CAN'T WAIT, AND I KNOW CLARE CAN'T TOO! YAYE. Term's not even over and I'm making plans for movie marathons! (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone can enlighten me on the whole mole concept thing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] Gotta keep&lt;br /&gt;One jump ahead of the breadline&lt;br /&gt;One swing ahead of the sword&lt;br /&gt;I steal only what I can't afford&lt;br /&gt;( That's Everything! )&lt;br /&gt;One jump ahead of the lawmen&lt;br /&gt;That's all, and that's no joke&lt;br /&gt;These guys don't appreciate I'm broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Crowd:] Riffraff! Street rat! Soundrel! Take that!&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] Just a little snack, guys&lt;br /&gt;[Crowd:] Rip him open, take it back, guys&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] I can take a hint, gotta face the facts&lt;br /&gt;You're my only friend, Abu!&lt;br /&gt;[Crowd:] Who?He's become a a one-man rise in crime&lt;br /&gt;I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat&lt;br /&gt;Tell you all about it when I got the time!&lt;br /&gt;One jump ahead of the slowpokes&lt;br /&gt;One skip ahead of my doom&lt;br /&gt;Next time gonna use a nom de plume&lt;br /&gt;One jump ahead of the hitmen&lt;br /&gt;One hit ahead of the flock&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll take a stroll around the block&lt;br /&gt;[Crowd:] Stop, thief! Vandal! Outrage! Scandal!&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] Let's not be too hasty&lt;br /&gt;[Lady:] Still I think he's rather tasty&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise we'd get along&lt;br /&gt;[Crowd:] Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;[Aladdin:] One jump ahead of the hoofbeats&lt;br /&gt;(Vandal!)&lt;br /&gt;One hop ahead of the hump&lt;br /&gt;(Street rat!)&lt;br /&gt;One trick ahead of disaster&lt;br /&gt;(Scoundrel!)&lt;br /&gt;They're quick, but I'm much faster&lt;br /&gt;(Take that!)&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, better throw my hand in&lt;br /&gt;Wish me happy landin'&lt;br /&gt;All I gotta do is jump&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7159640174605488071?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7159640174605488071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7159640174605488071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7159640174605488071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7159640174605488071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wna-watch-aladdin-omg-hes-so-cute-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-6837141482679881384</id><published>2007-05-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:03:50.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It &lt;s&gt;became&lt;/s&gt; was a lie, all along.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it dawned upon me that it wasn't ever gna be fixed. It was the "Point of no return". &amp;I was shattered, crushed. I tried my best to console myself, to tell myself that everything was a-okay.&amp;amp;I planned. Which were the occasions to piece to confusing puzzle up, when to strike the iron when it was hot. When to get it&amp; when the chances were extraordinary.But it never did cross my mind that a shattered piece of china, no matter how priceless, how polished, how grand it was, however meticulously glued back, even with the finest glue, was never to serve as well as it did before, it would never be as perfect or flawless as it should have been, nor pleasant. No matter how I went about doing it, it seemed like I was in a time capsule, and nothing could be changed. No matter how fine the glue was, even if I engaged the help of the finers potters and craftsmen, that piece of priceless china would never ever be back to who it was. &amp;amp;Now, the glue has stiffened, the once highly polished and carefully painted details on the surface ruthlessly scratched against the cold floor. The minute chips of the china camouflages in the sand, making it impossible to recover ever. This very much worsens the situation that I am in. I then realised that I was living in a dream, a nightmare precisely. In delusion. God must have sent me a sign before, it was just that I couldn't see. They said, "Oh my gosh, you're delusional." I guess they were right. They &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt;. Which makes it all the worse. Should I have stopped when they said that? Should I have gottent the message that I was getting too obssessive, to engaged? A I making things seem lik they are going to be okay soon, just to concole myself? Or was I right? I actually prayed so hard I could overcome this ordeal, and I believed I would because I was strong enough, definitely stubborn enough, anything to make me happy. I was wrong. I am not strong enough, I see the china doesn't even want to be pieced back because it has found other companions while lying on the floor for that second I let slip of it. For just that second, everything changed. It was the turning point. I know it seems like the china will remain forever broken, scattered on the floor, no one picking it up. I &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt;. But it takes to hands to clap now, my hands are much to small to make any effect. God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good letting something off your chest and expressing things in a way that let all out. By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA LAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;why she felt that way,&lt;br /&gt;She felt it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help her,&lt;br /&gt;I just watched her make&lt;br /&gt;the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong, what's wrong now?&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go&lt;br /&gt;to dry her eyes. Broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and look outside,&lt;br /&gt;find the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;You've been rejected, and now you can't find&lt;br /&gt;what you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, be strong now.&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where she belongs,&lt;br /&gt;where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings she hides.&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams she can't find.&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her mind.&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen behind.&lt;br /&gt;She can't find her place.&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her faith.&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen from grace.&lt;br /&gt;She's all over the place.Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;ohShe wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-6837141482679881384?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/6837141482679881384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=6837141482679881384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6837141482679881384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6837141482679881384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-became-was-lie-all-along.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-445754028414916963</id><published>2007-05-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:46:56.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dawning</title><content type='html'>It's a dilemma. On the left hand, I don't want to train without Bosy, plus Weiyi, who probably will not compete next year. Which leaves me with Amanda Lau, who, will be half the time at track training. I'm actually okay with tramp and I certainly don't mind competing for it. However, Teng's the problem. Well, the right hand says that I want to continue tramp, I just don't want to see Teng's face. &amp;It's like I'm in a situation where there is an angel and devil on opposite shoulders, convincing you to do what they want. Now, it's what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; want.&amp;The problem is, I don't know what I really want. I certainly want to compete in A div, certainly want to. It's just that next year, I don't feel I can cope without Rosy (if she really doesn't compete). Hah, I think I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Haha, we all know Teng doesn't mean what she says when she's angry. Oh well, I guess I'm alright now. I'm sorry I made a mountain out of a molehill. ):&amp;Oh god, I'm reacting so greatly. Bottomline : teng sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I can't wait until it happens, I have a feelng it won't anymore. If only it were like before, if I was the one. I didn't appreciate it. I really didn't treasure it. &amp;Now, only when it is gone, I then learn to be grateful. I'd die to be in her shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-445754028414916963?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/445754028414916963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=445754028414916963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/445754028414916963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/445754028414916963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/dawning.html' title='a dawning'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-4922413982097875898</id><published>2007-05-06T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:36:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>g-l-a-d</title><content type='html'>Friday was super. After NAPFA, we went to BOSY's house to bathe. THen we went to FORT CANNING for Midsummer Night's dream play. It was funny like a bunny! Haha. ATE alot, a hundred percent probabiltiy of gaining alot as well.): After camwhoring and all, went to BUGIS for SPIDERMAN THREE! It wasn't fantastic, but the action was good. Graphics were good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was woohoo. Morning to Granny's house, and then to Ritz Carlton, something like a celebration for my brother's birthday. Haha, he toldthe receptionist that it was his birthday, and when we came back from shopping thee was a cake on the table with a "Happy Birthday" chocolate. (: Yaye. watched teevee etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's breakfast was woah. Pancake with maple syrup and cream and strawberries. (OH that's the best dish!) THen came back home for Brother's birthday. &amp;Fel asleep until 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall food intake: ALOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-4922413982097875898?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/4922413982097875898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=4922413982097875898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4922413982097875898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4922413982097875898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/g-l-d.html' title='g-l-a-d'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5815023773526833079</id><published>2007-05-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:35:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can take me back on track</title><content type='html'>You can take me for a walk down this deserted street,&lt;br /&gt;Down this dimly lit alley,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending the whole evening there,&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're with me,&lt;br /&gt;We could talk about the wildest things,&lt;br /&gt;With no haste or fear,&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind sitting on that dirty pavement,&lt;br /&gt;Because you are here,&lt;br /&gt;The streets are full of dark shadows,&lt;br /&gt;But you bring the light,&lt;br /&gt;The road maybe as still as death,&lt;br /&gt;But you wake it up at night.&lt;br /&gt;Take me from this revolting place,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm lost without a map.&lt;br /&gt;Bring me somewhere you will be,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Make me, once more, glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceely, I'm lost, it's cold, and the wind is piecing me even more. I just hope that the destination I arrive at is warmer than this, much much warmer. I pray many night and days this ungodly cold away, I hope that all this pay off well because if not, I'l just die luh, seriously. ): I hate this, I hate tis, I hate this. I know you don't feel this way because you're not in my shoes. You're oblivious. I always thought you cruel, thought you spiteful and cold. And now I see that you just don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5815023773526833079?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5815023773526833079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5815023773526833079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5815023773526833079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5815023773526833079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-can-take-me-back-on-track.html' title='You can take me back on track'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-3852592656274163305</id><published>2007-05-02T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:24:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said goodbye</title><content type='html'>TO MY HAIR! I cut it short. S-H-O-R-T! SHORT. OMG, I'll be so embarrassed i school tomorrow. Well, t can still be tied so, phewf. If I feel that bad, I'll just tie it up! YAYE! Haha, But my fringe so eww luh. Maybe I should alter its length. SHEESH i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM PERFORMANCE ON FRIDAY! Yaye and then have spiderman 3. Oh yeah, bu math test tomorrow. I die. Tomorrow is double doom day luh. ): YAYE I wna watch phantom nowww. Oh, today was speech competition day. AMDL AND WEIYI WERE GOOOOD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. AINSLIE DIDN'T BATHE YESTERDAY! ): DIRTY PIG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-3852592656274163305?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/3852592656274163305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=3852592656274163305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3852592656274163305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3852592656274163305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-said-goodbye.html' title='i said goodbye'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5138931729445781044</id><published>2007-05-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:40:28.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO TODAY WAS FUN!&lt;br /&gt;At AMDL's house from 1 plus onwards. Mindi's mum fetched us there. Before that Clare, Ainslie and I bought sweets and all. (: Then we walked around looking for pretty butterfly clips and in the end, were gushing over the cute ear studs! I &lt;3! Haha. I want the button and smiley face and fish one! And the heart one. SO CUTE. Okay, back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at amdl's  SUPER  fun and nice house. It was so artistic and creative. Her room was so nice! Next time we can have costume party! YEAH. Anyway, we did a bit of SS, then we ATE LUNCH, wonderously cooked by AMDL's wonderful maid! Her cooking is damn nice! I LOOOOOVE IT! Talked alot, laughed alot. Then got down to work, AND THEN WATCHED PHANTOM! OH GOSH! It was damn nice! I LOVE the SONGS!!1 Now i wna watch &lt;strong&gt;moulin rouge!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yeah! &amp;amp; I wna wach anastasia! AINSLIE, YOU CAN'T SING PLS SHUTUP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5138931729445781044?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5138931729445781044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5138931729445781044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5138931729445781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5138931729445781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohoo-today-was-fun-at-amdls-house.html' title=''/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-2249698360731995841</id><published>2007-04-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:38:53.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn you</title><content type='html'>fuck you luh. i fucking hate you. I know your plan, I know. You sucker. All you do is put me down and attack me like I have no feelings, it's like as if I am your punching bag, you just make me seem stupid in front of those you want to prove yourself to. &amp;You think that I don't feel anything, &amp;amp;you think I am that forgiving. I'm sorry I'm not, I can't, &amp;I won't. I seriously won't. &amp;amp;All this hatred is built up in me, and acculmulated every day, and every minute, each word you speak of. I'll tell you, I've been through that, I've seen others do it, but it's you i am most disappointed about. You are the hypocrite. You are the one I could realte o most, but now it seems like it's gone overboard. But  can't do this, I can't go o, I'll save this while I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-2249698360731995841?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/2249698360731995841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=2249698360731995841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2249698360731995841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/2249698360731995841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn-you.html' title='damn you'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-52397963805807424</id><published>2007-04-30T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:55:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>f and n</title><content type='html'>Ok, today was alright, except for napfa run. 2.4 km! OH OSH AND HORRENDOUS HEIGHT AND WEIGHT AFTER THAT! OH GOSH HELP ME! I am like so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked hamburger and konyaku jelly today, for f and n! it was so nice. I MISS TEDDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when things go so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;when nothing seems okay,&lt;br /&gt;i hate the times that when i speak,&lt;br /&gt;your head is turned away,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it how i feel this sense,&lt;br /&gt;of betrayal and jealousy inside,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that everytime i see your face,&lt;br /&gt;i have to run away and hide.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that each time we talk,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so insecure,&lt;br /&gt;at last when we have conversation,&lt;br /&gt;one of us closes the door,&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that everytime i feel the love,&lt;br /&gt;i sense you don't feel it,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;all the things we've said and done,&lt;br /&gt;seemed like it didn't mean a bit.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope we'll be alright,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;we'll be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;i hope it wouldn't take to long,&lt;br /&gt;because we have not much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-52397963805807424?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/52397963805807424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=52397963805807424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/52397963805807424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/52397963805807424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/f-and-n.html' title='f and n'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-4560736761268857380</id><published>2007-04-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:45:20.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polly put the kettle on</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored, may go cut hair later! TSK. Mustwrite the lit essay. I hate researching luh. ):&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Pamela for sending the paper over! KT and Clare, please send the photos over. (:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just slow me down, slow me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me tomorrow everything will be around &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just slow me down, slow me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who keeps me on the ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-4560736761268857380?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/4560736761268857380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=4560736761268857380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4560736761268857380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4560736761268857380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/polly-put-kettle-on.html' title='polly put the kettle on'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1725989275884607840</id><published>2007-04-28T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:21:51.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>When they say F is for friends who do stuff together, they are absolutely right. Let's start with appetisers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday -- Sports day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to PIZZA HUT to eat lunch started the ball of expenditure rolling. Ate set lunch baked pasta and pepsi and soup of day (489874584752 kcal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was so rainy it spoiled the mood man! Damn, I was so down. ): BUTBUT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; WON!!!!!!!! Yeah omg, WRITE THAT DOWN!  It is like the first time in 16 years (according to TINA). After that, we WALKED  to Casuarina Prata to eat! YUMMY. &amp;Poor pamela's jaw was hurt so, she left early. GET WELL SOON YEAH. Then we talked alot, (we as in Rosy, Euge, Mindi, Kaiting, Veron and ME!). Veron, KT and I went to J8 to meet Clare the BEAR, and when we were there we bought MR BEAN TEDDIES!!! Theyw ere so cute, but not as cute as me. Yeha so we bought them. Then we went to Cheers, where Becks was. (&amp;amp;She took my teddy away, please take good care of it yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JOY's house for a surprise birthday party, waited there, and felt like theives because the only ones around, besides Clare, KT, Veron and me, was her granny. O god. We were so frightened her granny would think that we were burglars or robbers. Haha. Then, a few more people came,and we all hid in the room. THEN JOY CAME INTO THE ROOM, we were waiting to surprise her, bt she said "Hello everybody". OH MAN, it was so anti-climax please. SHE SAW ALL OUR SHOES AT THE SHOE RACK. Damn it. haha,  But anyway, we went to Veron's house and we BATHED. O sweet good baths! However, we couldn't watch the PRIDE ADN PREJUDICE be cause the player wasn't working heh! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to play monopoly but found it so uninteresting after a while haha, then switched to mahjong and got distracted by the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MCDONALDS 24 HOUR DELIVERY&lt;/span&gt;! Haha Veronica turned so early, while KT, Clare and I were camwhoring OMG SO FUN PLEASE! Haha we just took alotalot alot alot alot of photos and all until we finally were tired. We slept at four plus, and woke up at eight. and watched kidscentral! We then went to COMPASSVALE TO EAT BREAKFAST. We got lost tryna take LRT back to ronnie's house. BAHAHHA.  45 minutes (there about) Haha, we kept taking the wrong train and switching to the wrong ones! In the end we realised that we took the wrong direction altogether HAHAHA. BOUGHT A LOT OF SWEETS AD CHOCOLATES AND DRINKS. SO FUN! We did a bit of our lit luh, a bit, but it was so worthwhile! Weiling came at approximately 2. Then Clare and KT ame to my house to watch P&amp;P and realised I left my DVD at VERON'S NEW HOUSEEEE!!! OMG CLIMAX, we settled for night a the museum, where after KT left, Clare and I fell asleep tryna watch the show. We only had 4 hrs of sleep please. ): Haha it was so fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; ALL OF THEM OH SO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1725989275884607840?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1725989275884607840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1725989275884607840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1725989275884607840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1725989275884607840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun_28.html' title='fun'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-8011113255444562239</id><published>2007-04-23T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:07:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b. a. d.</title><content type='html'>Clare has watched the Phantom already. OMG I am going to watch on 12 of may. I SWEAR! I'mma watch it! I AM SO EXCITED WATHING SPIDERMAN THREE ON 4TH MAY RIGHT AFTER MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM PERFORMANCE I HAVE TO RUSH THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-8011113255444562239?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/8011113255444562239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=8011113255444562239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/8011113255444562239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/8011113255444562239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/b-d.html' title='b. a. d.'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1078625019230183427</id><published>2007-04-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:15:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad, bad, not so glad.</title><content type='html'>I friggin lost my A and E math textbooks. WAHLAO Damn waste my money meant for PHANTOM please. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks to WENLING for making an effort to help me find my books. I appreciate it. BUTBUTBUTBUT now have to spend $ again. Just when I need retail therapy. ): HURRRRR /: Let's hope the books don't cost over 50. OH GODDDDDDD. ): Anyway I wna go swimming! LIKE NOW. I need to swim those extra laps to work out. I can;t run for nuts I'm serious and 2.4 is like a week away OH GODDD help me run my 2.4 with ease! /: GOSH. (;_;) (=^.^=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1078625019230183427?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1078625019230183427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1078625019230183427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1078625019230183427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1078625019230183427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad-bad-not-so-glad.html' title='sad, bad, not so glad.'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-4924851959930796556</id><published>2007-04-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T15:33:26.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop</title><content type='html'>I was supposed t cut emy hair today but then the salon was closed. Haha and plus I don't know how I want my hair to be cut. ): SIGH. Short? Long? Oh man I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Free day!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Free Day (study for CHEMISTRY)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Chemistry test&lt;br /&gt;Friday - SPORTS DAY! and after that class outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. My Mum bought a new camera today! Haha. AT LAST! I wna watch SPIDERMAN 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you see us in the club we'll be acting real nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you see us on the floor you'll be watchin all night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we ain't here to hurt nobody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so give it to me give it to me give it to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna see you work your body&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so give it to me give it to me give it to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-4924851959930796556?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/4924851959930796556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=4924851959930796556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4924851959930796556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4924851959930796556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/chop.html' title='Chop'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1605039205662658111</id><published>2007-04-20T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:48:37.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am greedy</title><content type='html'>Yes I totally am. &amp;Ate so much today. I feel like I have gained anoher 45kg! Damnit. Today was so fun OMG. Stayed in canteen with cute YJ and nice ZEEDHA. Haha. Big Nessa was there too watching us pla snap with three syllalbull names haha. &amp;amp;I laughed until I had abs luh. &amp;Then Peiqi came, followed by Nat, Debra, Roslyn. Haha it was so fun playing murderer with them until 6, they went home and training and all. Haha. The funniest was when Peiqi, Pam, YJ and I were playing SNAP! OMG we were like swopping names it was so confusing! Anyway it was darn fun and oh so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you tryin to act cute on tv just let me clear the air. We missed you on the charts last week Damn that's right, you wasn't there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1605039205662658111?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1605039205662658111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1605039205662658111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1605039205662658111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1605039205662658111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-greedy.html' title='I am greedy'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-6753639884306955182</id><published>2007-04-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:01:46.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>TWENTIETH POST! &amp;also the happiest post of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the trampoline competition okay.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;0830hrs Left class for training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training Got scolded by Teng (the whole team), then had a quick word with Ms Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100hrs Bathed. OMG. Fun. Got rushed by amandalau (who eventually took the longest time&lt;br /&gt;bathing)Came out in nothing but a towel thanks to her rushing. I didn't even condition my hair. After changing into leotard, I conditioned my hair at the sink and tried to wash it at the sink but failed miserably. So I went into one of the cubicles to wash my hair witht the water hose haha. Drank magic drink. Then set off for CCAB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCAB C div Omg, it was so damn exciting, we did our hair, and watched the C div do their taos. Omg it was so tense especially during our school's turn. We cheered ourselves sore and screamed until we made the judge cover her ears. We are sorry. We were so worried they would fumble and so haywire but they didn't! Chengyi had an almost perfect tao, so did Michelle who proved that she could perform beautifully under pressure. Julia was fantastic, awarded first invidual with a score of 7.7 out of 8! Then came Denise who tied with Michelle and got third! After that was Jacintha, she was disappointed at her performance, but it was alright dear! AND THEN WE CALCULATED EVERYTHING AND WE GOT FIRST! GOLD! Can you imagine how proud we were of them. This was the first ever time we were sending anyone for C div tramp and they actually got a gold! We were proud of them until I was tearing. Teng was damn happy as well she was all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B Div Oh gosh I swear it was so nerve-wrecking. We were the third school after Presbyterian high. I always thought we were prepared for competition until Tuesday, when Teng told us about theother schools and when almost everyone's standard was dropping. We were expecting at most third or second. Anyway, warm up was so horrid!1 ): But but actual was alright! After me was Rosy. OMG SHE WAS SO DAMN GOOD. ! Afte that was Amanda lau. She was GREAT MAN! Oh then Peiqi went next, SHE WAS MARVELLOUS, individual first! With a score of 8.55 out of 9! Super man. Weiyi went next and was good as well! We all performed well, it was so surprising. Then after we competed we went to get MILO from the milovan! YEAH! O.o! Then we rushed back to watch the potential first team -- Nanyang. They won first last year! But this year, we actually beat them! We got first! OMG, our team ST NICHOLAS HAD DOUBLE CHAMPIONS! That was the most surpsrising thing. DOUBLE CHAMPS. OH MY GOD it was superbly overwhelming and we all felt super super good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all those who were so wonderful and cool and cute and everything. The wonderful girls who actually skipped all-important classes to come and tie our hair (i know they were more than glad to do that) -- Veronica, Justina! The A gym girls who came and screamed for us (too many to type out) Sec threes -- twin SHU, asian beauty AINSLIE, funnygirl VERONICA, Sec fours, nice JUSTINA, nice WENLING, Sec twos -- MINYI, JONEL, TIFFANY &amp;amp; funny HAOYI! Sec ones-- Shanna, Jean, Stephanie. (Hope I didn't miss out anyone)! &amp;Of course, THREE HOPE cuties who were so encouraging! &amp;amp;EUNICE the special(abit)! &amp;Eychelle, Mandy, Eunice, KimNJ girls who kept jiayou-ing us.I LOVE ALL OF YOU! Becuase you were so incredibly encouraging we actually got GOLD! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish&amp;amp;Co. was fun, we made MOUNT FISHABATU! Haha, asked the person to sing us MORE THAN I CAN SAY HAHAHA! But she didn't. OMG. Fun, and camwhored for a long time at the LOVE statue haha! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;I hope there were more days like this - where we get unexpcted results, be happy and camwhore! HELL YEAH.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite song of the day&lt;br /&gt;F is for friends who do stuff together&lt;br /&gt;U is for you and me&lt;br /&gt;N is for anywhere, anytime at all&lt;br /&gt;Down in the deep blue sea!&lt;br /&gt;We kept singing because we were nervous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-6753639884306955182?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/6753639884306955182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=6753639884306955182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6753639884306955182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6753639884306955182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun.html' title='fun'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5526325550211030268</id><published>2007-04-17T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:34:28.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS LIKE TOMORROW FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;Help help help. Tomorrow. SHIT. I am not ven prepared physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you tryouts was just weird. I was early at the pickup point waiting for weiyi and rosy. then when we reached there we warmed up and were high and all. Then we started. WHAT THE FUCK. The tramp was so hard we could hardly even jump. Then halfway training the Presbyterian people came and watched us and I embarrassed myself ): Then when we were done, we saw the first girl jump and O.M.G! IT WAS BLOODY HIGH. Damn! So high. Some more, teng saidthey were very good. OMG OMG OMGOMG. &amp;we thought we could at least get a third? Shoot me. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sijvfbrivugberfodhweiuvcbnadoivfbivubaoidamnitvsk.jfvbslvbjs.&lt;br /&gt;So excited- cum- scared- cum- nervous- cum- sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5526325550211030268?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5526325550211030268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5526325550211030268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5526325550211030268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5526325550211030268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-7884329441926429842</id><published>2007-04-15T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:14:53.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>OMG! Three friggin daysssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. RI training sucked&lt;br /&gt;2. Flew out of tramp onto other one.&lt;br /&gt;3. Backdrop worsened&lt;br /&gt;4. Worried about competition day&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to auntie's house to see her one-month old baby.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to another auntie's house to see her almost one-month old baby.&lt;br /&gt;7. They are oh-so cute! SO tiny. So thin, and they look like they would break anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna watch PHANTOM I don't care probably 5th May or smt. Book tickets ASAP at SISTIC. Then that will be damn fun, 4th may Midsummer Night's Dream then 5th may Phantom. (: I think Phantom is like a good expenditure of money. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When your will is broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it slips from your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When there's no time for joking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a hole in the plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7884329441926429842?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7884329441926429842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7884329441926429842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7884329441926429842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7884329441926429842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/three.html' title='three'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-7778824145533443386</id><published>2007-04-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:40:23.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>I have mixed felings, and I am beginning to think that everything I did was a huge mistake. At least the curcumstances are improving. YEAH. I can't wait for competition. After that can play at A gym side and do fun stuff. &amp;No, not do bars and get blisters and callused palms again. ): But I wanna do bea, but that will mean I will be taking up their space and time and curly hared monster will not allow it will she heh.&lt;br /&gt;COMPETITION IS SO EXCITING! I CAN'T WAIT. Yaye, then can see skinny EYCHELLE AND MANDY. Hoho. &amp;amp; Just get this big rock off my chest. I &lt;3 B DIV TRAMP. Just these few days,&lt;br /&gt;just dont get injured and if we ever win champion then TENG can kiss my ass. Who was the one that said she didn't want to teach us? Oh and the C div girls are so cute. (: Especially skinny Cara who I envy alot alot alot. All of them are damn skinny ): Makes me feel so miserable. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7778824145533443386?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7778824145533443386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7778824145533443386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7778824145533443386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7778824145533443386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-3335821494603579197</id><published>2007-04-14T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:52:13.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four</title><content type='html'>Training today. Never took notice of the time but it felt rather long. Training tomorrow at RI! So exciting. Today has been rather boring I fell asleep for like, the longest time, and it was raining, I dreamt that it was raining in my dream. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never knew what I was thinking and I don't even plan on telling you. Becuse you are just not worth it. You seek that, and hey, it isn't even working. All your sucking up just leaves a bad impression of you. &amp;You know, you're such a hypocrite, you say something and then do the opposite, can you, for once, just me less mendacious, more sincere and be YOU. Because you are totally not you now, &amp;amp;I can see through it. &amp;You don't even realise it but everyday I despise you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I wna go swimming baby with THE  fabulous tanning partner. (:&lt;br /&gt;I want B div to win champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know it sounds so old, But cupid got me in a chokehold, And I'm afraid I might give in, Towels on the mat my white flag is wavin', I mean she even cooks me pancakes, And Alka Seltzer when my tummy aches, If that ain't love then I don't know what love is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-3335821494603579197?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/3335821494603579197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=3335821494603579197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3335821494603579197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3335821494603579197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/four.html' title='four'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-3704142451454326098</id><published>2007-04-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:20:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>Less than a week to competition. &amp;I'm finally feeling the adrenaline rush. (: Yeah. It's totally exciting. IT'S SUPER EXCITING. I am so gonna watch phantom! Haha. I just checked the seats. (: It is gonna be an extremely busy week. Firstly, we have a LITERATURE TEST on Monday. Then on Tuesday, a GEOG TEST fuck, I forgot to bring the textbook home. Double fuck. Anyway, COMP ON WEDNESDAY. A and E Math on Thursday, and supposedly CHEM ON FRIDAY BUT IT IS POSTPONED PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you, I do, NOW I REALLY REALLY DO. I use to tell myself that I could forgive, but now I know, all that I tell myself is a total lie, but every time you say something, I let myself soften and get hurt all over again. You really are such a bitch. A BITCH I say. &amp;amp;You think I am so forgiving, don't you. But then, I see, and realise that you are just like how I was in the past. But now, the circumstances have changed. I can no longer take it, because you are just killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SAMS UPDATE --  bridge building! (: Hell yeah. I LOVE YOU SAMS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the SAMS stand for &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;hu Wen, &lt;u&gt;A&lt;/u&gt;mandaG, &lt;u&gt;M&lt;/u&gt;indi, &lt;u&gt;S&lt;/u&gt;u Wen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They always claim they know me, coming to me call me Stacey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-3704142451454326098?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/3704142451454326098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=3704142451454326098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3704142451454326098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3704142451454326098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-3756185007262371496</id><published>2007-04-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:32:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny like a BUNNY</title><content type='html'>Pamela was sooooo funny in the cab OMG! Haha we plan woah act like ghost uh, pretend to get kidnapped in the cab uh, so many stuff I think I laughed until I got abs. POWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-3756185007262371496?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/3756185007262371496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=3756185007262371496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3756185007262371496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3756185007262371496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-like-bunny.html' title='Funny like a BUNNY'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1879274913740710012</id><published>2007-04-09T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:09:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me count</title><content type='html'>Okay, I guess it is 8 days to the competition. Well, beside the fact that worrying isn't going to help us during th competition, I shall not worry. Besides, it is so easy to make a mistake on the tramp, just one wrong landing or one loose muscle could turn the placid lake into a whirlpool packaged with ten sharks. Oh and plus the fact that you'll feel terrible for dragging the team down, after getting swallowed by the monster shark lurking in the murky waters. &amp;That is precisely why WE WON'T GET EXCITED FOR COMP! Okay I sure sound excited counting down and all. It is actually a countdown to when I'll die of a heart attack. Well, there must always be first times. F and N today was super mad. Okay the whole day was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cooked three dishes&lt;br /&gt;2. Did not bring cooking stuff&lt;br /&gt;3. Had a test on three chapters&lt;br /&gt;4. Had ting xie before that&lt;br /&gt;5. Had oh so confusing math lesson&lt;br /&gt;6. Had 5 rounds of PE after math &amp; did not bring clip (vey smart Suwen!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Had no containers to put SOUP and balognese sauce in&lt;br /&gt;8. Had to go around canteen (okay 2 stalls) to get plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;9. Used aluminium foil in the end&lt;br /&gt;10. Ate becks' spaghetti until full&lt;br /&gt;11. Then ate fries): (PLUS oreo chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;12. Realised how busy I was gonna be next week&lt;br /&gt;13. Realised how many tests there are.&lt;br /&gt;14. Realised I haven't dont anything about time management (who does)&lt;br /&gt;15. Laughed alot when Pamela came to Macs and started spitting out food&lt;br /&gt;16. Continued laughing in taxi when Pam asked driver to reverse (!)&lt;br /&gt;17. Continued emphasising how important we were&lt;br /&gt;18. Pamela stole tissue (actually I think the tissue is for passengers luh)&lt;br /&gt;19. She tried to ripped the plaster off her eye&lt;br /&gt;20. I think she was waxing her brow.&lt;br /&gt;21. Home and did E geog graded assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that ain't live then I don't know what love is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1879274913740710012?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1879274913740710012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1879274913740710012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1879274913740710012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1879274913740710012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-me-count.html' title='Let me count'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-850492403133809164</id><published>2007-04-08T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:50:17.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, you have no idea.</title><content type='html'>Ten more days man! So exciting and just so intimidating. Well, firstly, four out of five of us have never participated in a trmapoline competition. Right. I guess that is about enough to get us all worked up especially if the other tam are made up entirely of sec four perhaps, either that or they are already super experienced in tramp. ): Ah well. There's nothing you an do about the "opponent" right. &amp;amp;We were supposed to go train but well, Teng sorta cancelled it. Heh. Plus now I am super busy, I have to do so much memorising - for ting xie and F and N. This is so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone go youtube and watch russell peters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't say that I'm not lost and at fault I can't say that I don't love the light and the dark I can't say that I don't know that I am alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-850492403133809164?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/850492403133809164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=850492403133809164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/850492403133809164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/850492403133809164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-you-have-no-idea.html' title='Oh, you have no idea.'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5833717016670979219</id><published>2007-04-06T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:18:05.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fats attack</title><content type='html'>Oh no, I have absolutely gained a ton of weight ever since last year because of the stop in training at a gym OH FUCK. Okay let's see the statistics shall we, gained 4 kg from last year. ): Maybe because I grew taller. BUTBUTBUT, I feel as if I am an elephant waiting to be slaughtered for elephant meat. I must do something to stop myself from growing as fat as a pig NOW. ): OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight, before comp -- that is technically and definitely impossible because the competition is 12 days away and I am "injured". ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fat is so horrible. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't pretend, I think you know I'm damn precious, hell yeah, I'm the mother fucking princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5833717016670979219?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5833717016670979219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5833717016670979219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5833717016670979219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5833717016670979219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/fats-attack.html' title='Fats attack'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-3713765382500154437</id><published>2007-04-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:34:29.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>injured</title><content type='html'>Officially injured. Oh horror, the competition is 13 days only and I am dammit injured. ): SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much today: Morning: CHEWY BAKED APPLE QUAKER BAR.&lt;br /&gt;Recess: Nasi bryani&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Orange bowl and guava smoothie&lt;br /&gt;After chem: COOKIE.&lt;br /&gt;After tramp training: MR Softie with milo powder&lt;br /&gt;After that I ran outta cash, and that's why I didn't eat ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I can feel 23kg pile on me. Now.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;So much homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was damn funny when we were free before training, literally joking with AMDL, ROSY, WEIYI, YINGJING WOLDERMORT AND A BIT OF PAMELA. Haha. Firstly, AMDL told us some Phua Chu Kang joke haha. I surely wouldn't want someone to come dig my nose when I am walking down the street! Then we were playing and we asked YJ bird joke. &amp;Along came Pamela with her 0 and 8 joke haha. Fat then fat. Then we walked about the blue house cheer the GOLD part, then YJ and Pamela sang the gold so low and funnily, they soon made an alto and soprano for it. Haha. THen there was this girl who looked at at wih such an odd look! Haha we started laughing and laughing and laughing and we should have taken a video of that moment, surely win the America's Funniest Home Videos. !!!!!!!!!! OMG it was amazingly funny and hahaha, we were so high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, &amp;amp;I just read gil's blog haha. I think I'm gonna put braces too, haha but not sure yet. SO far away and I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're a one-stop, gotcha hot, makin' all the panties drop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-3713765382500154437?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/3713765382500154437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=3713765382500154437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3713765382500154437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/3713765382500154437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/injured.html' title='injured'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-4607549833918166092</id><published>2007-04-04T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:08:06.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I've been bloggng like everyday. I am suposed to sudy oh gosh, I really wna do well but I am just to unfocused. I need motivation. I really want to study but if the mood is not right then nothing I read or practise will go in my head. ): UPCOMING DEADLINES INLUDE:&lt;br /&gt;1. F &amp; N&lt;br /&gt;2. TING XIE&lt;br /&gt;3. SPEECH&lt;br /&gt;4. F&amp;amp;N COURSEWORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy. ): What is more, competition is like &lt;em&gt;loomingly&lt;/em&gt; near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY&lt;br /&gt;BUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSYBUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how busy I'm gonna be. ): Nevermind, after competition I'll be free-er. tskk. House prac didn't even need me to be there luh, all they did was sing and shout. I am so not into the sports day mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-4607549833918166092?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/4607549833918166092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=4607549833918166092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4607549833918166092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/4607549833918166092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5182557962588128688</id><published>2007-04-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:20:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Now my Mum fucking doesn't want to pay for my ticket luh. WHAT'S HER PROBLEM LUH WAHLAO. SHe is the one who decides who goes and who doesn't right. &amp;Now why does it have to be me who doesn't go luh wahlao. OMG This makes me cry badly, a really touchy subject. ); I don't know what she thinks luh. FUCKING HELL. She is so irritating. &amp;She actually thinks that for all this time since she first announced that she wasn't bringing me, I was okay with it luh. SHe thought I was going to sit back and not wath Phantom. THAT IS FUCKING NOT HAPPENING OKAY. na-dah. She spoilt my day okay. FUCKTARD. &amp;amp;Today I was thinking I am gonna be happy because I went to the dentist and got something really nice. &amp;Now she fucking wants to do this to me. How the fuck am I supposed to take this lying down? Well. Two words. I. Am. Not. Okay,maybe that was three words. But you get the idea. I have no idea wha goes on in that brain of hers please. Nothing normal I bet. FANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was happy, everything was so nice, and then I found out that everything was a lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song because it cheers me up :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine)&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, sugar, candy man&lt;br /&gt;Hey, uh I met him out for dinner on a Friday night&lt;br /&gt;He really got me working up an appetite&lt;br /&gt;He had tattoos up and down his arm&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop jive, makes my panties drop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;He took me to this cotton club on Hollywood &amp; Vine&lt;br /&gt;We drank champagne and we danced all night&lt;br /&gt;We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;(a big surprise) ....&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop jive, makes my cherry pop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (ooh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Scatting)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop jive, makes my cherry pop&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh)&lt;br /&gt;A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well, by now I'm getting all bothered and hot&lt;br /&gt;When he hits my mouth he really hits the spot&lt;br /&gt;He got lips like sugar cane, oh&lt;br /&gt;Good things come for those who wait&lt;br /&gt;(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine)&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet, sugar, candy man)&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, gotcha hot, makin all the panties drop&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet, sugar, candy man)&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, got me hot, makin' my *uh* pop&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet, sugar, candy man)&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop&lt;br /&gt;(Sweet, sugar)&lt;br /&gt;He got those lips like sugar cane&lt;br /&gt;Good things come for ones who wait&lt;br /&gt;He's a one stop jive with a real big *uh*&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Say what)&lt;br /&gt;a sweet talkin sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;(Say)&lt;br /&gt;a sweet talkin sugar coated candy man, woo&lt;br /&gt;A sweet talkin sugar coated candy man&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, whoa Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man&lt;br /&gt;Candy man, candy man...&lt;br /&gt;(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine&lt;br /&gt;Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine&lt;br /&gt;Jane lost her grip and down she fell&lt;br /&gt;Jane lost her grip and down she fell&lt;br /&gt;Squared herself away as she let out a yell&lt;br /&gt;Squared herself away as she let out a yell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5182557962588128688?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5182557962588128688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5182557962588128688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5182557962588128688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5182557962588128688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-8864043312520378668</id><published>2007-04-01T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T12:57:03.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homework ):'/><title type='text'>Busy But Bored</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am so bored at home, I don't wanna do work.&lt;br /&gt;I still have:&lt;br /&gt;1. F and N coursework plan&lt;br /&gt;2. Additional Mathematics Revision&lt;br /&gt;3. Physics worksheet&lt;br /&gt;4. Lit workshet&lt;br /&gt;&amp; alot more, I don't know how I'm gonna finish doing it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you do is injustice to the song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-8864043312520378668?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/8864043312520378668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=8864043312520378668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/8864043312520378668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/8864043312520378668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/busy-but-bored.html' title='Busy But Bored'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-553485652172045317</id><published>2007-04-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:13:32.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lyrics say it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You were once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my one companion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that mattered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You were once&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a friend&lt;/strong&gt; and father -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then my world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was shattered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow here again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wishing you were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes it seemed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I just dreamed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow you would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear your voice again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knowing that I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreaming of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;won't help me to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all that you dreamed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing bells&lt;br /&gt;and sculpted angels,&lt;br /&gt;cold and monumental,&lt;br /&gt;seem, for you,&lt;br /&gt;the wrong companions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-you were warm and gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fighting back tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow here again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knowing we must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to forgive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teach me to live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give me the strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to try &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more memories,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more silent tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more gazing across&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wasted years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help me saygoodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-553485652172045317?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/553485652172045317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=553485652172045317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/553485652172045317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/553485652172045317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/lyrics-say-it-all.html' title='The lyrics say it all'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5780030579092224898</id><published>2007-04-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T00:40:09.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close</title><content type='html'>I guess listening to the soundtrack of Phantom is the closest I will ever get to the friggin musical. I really want to watch it I really really do. I am still upset and angry, and absolutely pissed. Even if I can go, who will I go with when Mummy won't bring me. ): No one appreciates this kinda stuff, those who do already are going with their famlies. -.- I promised myself I wouldn't curse and swear so often, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I released the vulgar mother again,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it would take away all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard I would always cry,&lt;br /&gt;I scream till I could almost die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiting's party was fun like fun could ever be. Haha. We sang, and sang, sang some more, and camwhored, and camwhored, and camwhored, and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate... The list goes on. I think I put on 4094875024875kg. Man! I hope training will use up all this excess energy intake man. Well, the COMPETITION is in 17 days. I hope I can fit into my leotard. I would have grown too fat to fit in anymore. I HOPE KT LIKED HER PRESENT. We asked her to model it and all. Then Peiqi (who was wearing a green polo), took her green crumpler and went to take picture with Kaiting, then we started doing inferences.&lt;br /&gt;me: I can infer that Peiqi likes green.&lt;br /&gt;veronica: I can interpret that Peiqi wants to be in the army, because she wants to camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We watched John Tucker must die, and Death Note, and then we ate ice cream cake, and sang. (: Oh and THANK YOU PAMELA FOR THE RIDE HOME, MY EGO FRIEND WHO IS AS FAMOUS AS ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5780030579092224898?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5780030579092224898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5780030579092224898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5780030579092224898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5780030579092224898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/04/close.html' title='Close'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-5261539002255066826</id><published>2007-03-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:30:41.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nineteen</title><content type='html'>Oh no, nineteen days only and I am like shit during tramp, like rubbish I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a rather emo two days. I really really want to go for friggin Phantom and my mother won't let me. ): Heaven knows what's on her mind. ): Sigh. Anyway, ninteen more days which translates to 12 more trainings, around there. Oh double fuck received some stupid virus via msn OMG OMGOMGOMG ITS SENDING TO EVRYONE! FUCKK. Just dont accept! OMG OMGOMGOMGOMG!!! fuckkkkk. OMG I SWEAR I WOULD JUST KILL MYSELF NOW OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!! WAHLAO I AM DAMN FANGRY NOW. OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-5261539002255066826?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/5261539002255066826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=5261539002255066826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5261539002255066826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/5261539002255066826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/03/nineteen.html' title='Nineteen'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-1408599994069119941</id><published>2007-03-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:47:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One is concious, one's alright, another's plain hopeless</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH TODAY HAS BEEN TOTALLY HORRID. (Beside the fact that I ate two milk cookies and the Mio box came)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THAT moved another world away, now it is three worlds away. I shouldn't have done that.I shouldn't have done that! Anyway, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Long jump was horrid! Never mind it was expected, but I swear I felt my right thigh enlarge! Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Competition is hmm, say, 21 day away. But that is also the number of days to the haircut! Weiyi and Amanda lau (pending) too, we agreed to cut together, but I doubt Amdl would, because it is difficult to imagine her in short hair really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the good things today, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;1. MIO BOX CAME yaye! The internet is speedy like SPEEDY GONZALES(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate two milk cookies (this sould be counted under BAD because that's 39847859247 kcal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to be this pessimistic, but I guess this will be it, this is gonna be sessile forever, it's not improving, and I swear I just saw it deteriorate. It'll take a miracle to turn this over. But now, as I look at it, it would take more than a iracle, more than a fairy godmother, more than a genie in a bottle, more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Oh I hate it, I hate it, all the resentment and anger and all the swallowed pride, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just so hard to go on living,&lt;br /&gt;just so hard to keep on breathing,&lt;br /&gt;I can carry on believing,&lt;br /&gt;I can carry on waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Never will it happen,&lt;br /&gt;never will it even pass,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's one of the times,&lt;br /&gt;that giving up is a "must".&lt;br /&gt;But, no, I won't I'll hold on&lt;br /&gt;to that last string,&lt;br /&gt;That one last ray,&lt;br /&gt;the sun would bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is concious, one's alright, another's plain hopeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-1408599994069119941?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/1408599994069119941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=1408599994069119941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1408599994069119941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/1408599994069119941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-is-concious-ones-alright-anothers.html' title='One is concious, one&apos;s alright, another&apos;s plain hopeless'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-7931749941155192876</id><published>2007-03-25T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:35:47.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY-FOUR</title><content type='html'>Okay, I can't believe I am actually counting down. (: Alright, new layout and all, I spent so much time to fix all the glitches please. ): I really wanna go watch PHANTOM! Actually I only LOVE LOVE 1 song. &amp;amp;The effects will be different and all. TSK. Talking to Eychelle about tramp is so fun! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened,&lt;br /&gt;Brisk as a heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;A minute I was smiling,&lt;br /&gt;A minute I would weep.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just cold,&lt;br /&gt;As cold as snow,&lt;br /&gt;It's just like turning friend to foe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fully aware that you know,&lt;br /&gt;Just how deep the feelings go.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fake,&lt;br /&gt;that plastic smile,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just too tired,&lt;br /&gt;For goodness' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet a million that we won't get the new leotards by 18th April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-7931749941155192876?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/7931749941155192876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=7931749941155192876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7931749941155192876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/7931749941155192876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/03/twenty-four.html' title='TWENTY-FOUR'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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-3297653865138733463.post-6184511184600336672</id><published>2007-03-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:10:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate to say I told you so...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is my converation with peiqi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiqi. says:&lt;br /&gt;you wanna train with me CUTE SUWEN?&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo says:&lt;br /&gt;MMHMMMMMM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sigh. I always knew that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway training was alright luh. I mean not as tiring as last week's one man. Oh and Denise the great gave us the Haribo gummy. I don't know when she stared to bring those wonderful delights, but I sure thank her for those bears to keep me happy during eneverating training. Oh yes, training tomorrow again. ): Well there are only like what. 3 weeks to competition and I am like so lousy. ),:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I will go make a wonderful skin for this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciao,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rapunzel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297653865138733463-6184511184600336672?l=closetgossip.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/feeds/6184511184600336672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3297653865138733463&amp;postID=6184511184600336672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6184511184600336672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297653865138733463/posts/default/6184511184600336672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetgossip.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hate-to-say-i-told-you-so.html' title='I hate to say I told you so...'/><author><name>su</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08506041390660913350</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>
