<?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-37551840</id><updated>2012-01-16T01:46:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's a Sunday</title><subtitle type='html'>God loves you and i love you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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>326</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-903558070005160788</id><published>2012-01-16T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:46:44.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight i feel like an astronaut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAY happy watched wicked today with sot lit tuition friends! LJ, SOPHY, ADRIA and NAT. hehe super super super nice sia! omg i think i’m in love with musicals if this is what musicals consists of! gahhhhhh wicked totally fueled my interest in theatre studies! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws had a shock of my life today cause i was almost late for WICKED! i totally made really bad decisions la. that’s why we have to plan before traveling next time. :X hehe. THANK GOD I MANAGED TO FLAG A CAB DURING PEAK HOUR PLUS THANK GOD FOR ENSURING ALL THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS I PASSED BY TURNED GREEN/ REMAINED GREEN at the important moments!!! plus the cab fare was resonable! 9.20! HEHEHE. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;YAYAYAYA. OK I CANT WAIT FOR CNY BECAUSE OF FOOD PLUS ANGBAO PLUS MY PAY YAY. :D NEHNEH BYE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-903558070005160788?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/903558070005160788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=903558070005160788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/903558070005160788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/903558070005160788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonight-i-feel-like-astronaut.html' title='tonight i feel like an astronaut!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1394194024017115389</id><published>2011-11-17T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T01:10:14.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&amp;apos;s a slow fade</title><content type='html'>Dear god these past few days have been really tough for me. I lose my temper super easily and I feel super stressed out. My papers have been horrible even my math. I feel so disappointed with myself why did I have to make so many careless mistakes and why did I not complete my lit paper and and so many many more. Dear god I'm really sorry for depending on my own strength through out this period I'm really sorry for thinking that I could do it by myself. Help me lord learn to thank you and remember your abundant blessings help me not fade away from you. I'm sorry for being such a horrible sinner change me and mould me lord I need you in my life right now. Help me lord draw me back to you and get rid of  My prideful heart I Jesus name I pray amen &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1394194024017115389?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1394194024017115389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1394194024017115389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1394194024017115389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1394194024017115389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-god-these-past-few-days-have-been.html' title='It&amp;amp;apos;s a slow fade'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2332953812008789157</id><published>2011-09-16T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:03:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gayle&amp;apos;s prep talk</title><content type='html'>Do you want To get in to the course you want?? Do you? If you do you NEED all A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting all A's is ok! No it's not! All the money mummy and daddy spent on your tuition! That exorbitant amount! You need to not waste their hard earned money! I mean your GP tuition costs 75$ an hr! You need to get an A for GP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself crying when you receive your poorly done alevel results! U don't want that do you! You want to proudly proclaim that you have capabilities don't you???!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all your good friends getting into top notch uni's while you have no place to go! You don't want that do you! You wanna get into the same uni as them and stay in the same hostel with them don't you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna disappoint your teachers too right! They expect you to do as well or not better then your seniors! You can't disappoint them!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you definitely don't want to be the bottom 50% getting not an A for any subject right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case start studying now!!!!! 50 mor days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2332953812008789157?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2332953812008789157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2332953812008789157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2332953812008789157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2332953812008789157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/09/gayle-prep-talk.html' title='Gayle&amp;amp;apos;s prep talk'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2868967606076590297</id><published>2011-09-14T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:22:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi I am a lazy bum</title><content type='html'>Prelims are in progress I have math paper tomorrow ): quite scared and unprepared may be I should go jump down a building or something ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws I'm just testing this blogger app out hope it works :) jiayou people tomorrow will be a better day! Cause I SMS to myself what a babe I am :) &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hxCGG_sAvhM/TnA5-a4TFSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/EOUmEhj7uz4/s640/blogger-image-1001377437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hxCGG_sAvhM/TnA5-a4TFSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/EOUmEhj7uz4/s640/blogger-image-1001377437.jpg" /&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/37551840-2868967606076590297?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2868967606076590297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2868967606076590297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2868967606076590297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2868967606076590297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/09/hi-i-am-lazy-bum.html' title='Hi I am a lazy bum'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-hxCGG_sAvhM/TnA5-a4TFSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/EOUmEhj7uz4/s72-c/blogger-image-1001377437.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-8869716572501274888</id><published>2011-07-31T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:19:53.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is lord of all the universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;dear God, i know i’ve been a very unfaithful girl. i haven’t been doing my quiet time properly and i keep placing doing my own stuff above spending time with you. dear god i’m sorry. i’m sorry for being such a sinner. for disobeying you over and over again. giving in to temptation very so often. i’m sorry Lord!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear god i really don’t know what to do, i’m so overwhelmed with fear and it’s drowning me. help me trust and depend on you lord help me not turn to manga or anything but help me turn to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear god i thank you for all you have done for me. thank you for saving me thank you from taking me out of the pits. dear god help me never forget your unconditional love. dear god can you still use me even when i’m such a disgusting sinner?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear god please help me live out the destiny you have for me. help me lord i really need your help. help me go to the ends of the earth for you, even if it means i will not do well for A levels, i will serve you. help me trust you lord help me surrender everything in my life and focus on you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;help me lord focus on you and help me lord glorify your name empower me lord help me lord spread the love of christ! give me the courage lord. give me the faith give me the strength and give me lord the compassion for the lost. lord i truely do need you. i truely do. i don’t want to leave you help me stay near you! help me lord. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;father you know our words before they are spoken, draw me close and lead me into your beauty and goodness. thank you lord. you have been always been faithful in fathering me. you reach beyond imagination with love outside understanding. god you are faithful. god you are wonderful. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;our god is good. our god is faithful. our god is strong. our god is able. in jesus name amen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-8869716572501274888?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8869716572501274888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=8869716572501274888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8869716572501274888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8869716572501274888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/07/he-is-lord-of-all-universe.html' title='He is lord of all the universe'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1960695449637318588</id><published>2011-07-18T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:24:53.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don’t know what’s wrong with me i hate myself. so ill disciplined and stupid. God can you make me smarter??? kk bye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1960695449637318588?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1960695449637318588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1960695449637318588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1960695449637318588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1960695449637318588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/07/disappointment.html' title='disappointment.'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6849105152137174696</id><published>2011-07-03T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:29:42.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 BIRTHDAY POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi everybody, gosh time to stop putting this off and get off my lazy ass to complete the traditional BIRTHDAY POST! :D &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;it was one of the best birthday’s ever:D teehee though i spent majority of my birthday studying and practicing math questions it was nice receiving all those well wishes and cards :D Thank you they really made my day :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws here are my birthday resolutions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1. become less talkative and more mature:D&lt;br&gt; 2. Love everyone around me as much i humanly can&lt;br&gt; 3.be patient with everyone around me esp my parents&lt;br&gt; 4. Always try my best to obey God's word&lt;br&gt; 5. Spend more time with mommy and daddy.&lt;br&gt; 6. stop spending unesseccary money and become more frugal with my expenses.&lt;br&gt; 7. Become glammer and stop doing unglam stuff.&lt;br&gt; 8. study harder &lt;br&gt; 9. be a listener not a talker &lt;br&gt; 10. stop using facebook so much&lt;br&gt; 11. stop using computer so much &lt;br&gt; 12. stop eating so much &lt;br&gt; 13. be kinder to the people around me and rememeber the poor &lt;br&gt; 14. always say nice and encouraging things. &lt;br&gt; 15. Grow closer to God. 16. pots gniekil mih 17. become somebody depandable 18. to always keep my table neat!   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6849105152137174696?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6849105152137174696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6849105152137174696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6849105152137174696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6849105152137174696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/07/2011-birthday-post.html' title='2011 BIRTHDAY POST!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7637171901724991799</id><published>2011-06-25T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T00:05:17.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let all the world know that Jesus savessss~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;gosh i feel so dire and drained out! physics is really such a painful subject. was doing physics today in the library. think the table beside me grew abit scared from all my moaning and random groans of agony like “arggggggh”. oh wells it’s not like i’ll see them again :D hee. anws. it’s comforting to know that jesus is with me throughout all this pain. teehee. i love listening to Christian songs cause i’m sure God aided in making them. so it’s kinda no surprise that the songs are perfect. if only i had a perfect voice :D ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; seee i forgot wanted to say alr. but ohwells it’s 12 midnight now. should i go do my lit essay or my math revision paper. kk i’m going to do my math! time to exercise the brain juices just before i konk off to bed. bye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7637171901724991799?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7637171901724991799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7637171901724991799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7637171901724991799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7637171901724991799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-all-world-know-that-jesus-savessss.html' title='let all the world know that Jesus savessss~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6405663916684214762</id><published>2011-06-20T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:21:39.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>though i walk through the wilderness, blessed be your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;teehee. too much nigahiga )): keke. anws today’s father’s day so HAPPY DADDY’S DAY. nehneh. woke up early for church today. supposed to meet xiaoxu at 8.40 but she woke up late hoho. ohwells better late then never. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;after church and after the new life with jesus thing with dawn and xiaoxu, i met up with gracieee and lj to meet mum and dad at chinatown for father’s day lunch. on the mrt i bumbed into SL hahahaha. Think it was super swway? hahaha no la it was really surprising cause we boarded the train at red hill and when we reached tiongbaru we were still chatting happily away. thennnn suddenly i saw like this v familiar jacket like just infront of me. teehee then i realised i was SL. and he was like just there infront of us! hahaha cause the mrt was quite packed &amp;gt;:( anws i hope to bump into ppl like that more often cause it’s super fun! and thrillingggggggg~ teehee i sound stupid. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;lunch was okkk. we had fish )): daddy likes fish so yay! teehee. kk now i’m going to do mathhhhhhhh. )): math suckkks. cause it’s draining on my soul. tedious piece of shitttt.): BYEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6405663916684214762?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6405663916684214762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6405663916684214762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6405663916684214762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6405663916684214762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/though-i-walk-through-wilderness.html' title='though i walk through the wilderness, blessed be your name.'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4870048938022245352</id><published>2011-06-15T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:15:09.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hypocritical me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My brotherrr’s angry at me cause i chased him of the computerrr to use it. but it’s MINE right &amp;gt;:( i thought i was being kind but i guess not. neh mind. i’m a horrid sister.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There’s going to be a 5N BBQ on friday the 17th(bet u thought it was going to be friday the 13th or something like that! bwhahaha got u((:), YX and FY are going to bring booze &amp;gt;:( never really drank before plus i can’t really hold my liquor cause I HAVEN’T DRUNK MORE THAT RED WINE BEFORE. (kk maybe i drank stole some liquor from my dad’s cabinet cause i was curious but it was just a teeny weeny bit! i promise! ended up sleeping like a log after drinking it hmmm) so just pray that i don’t drink and embarrass myself! and fart or something :X. hmm let’s see what else. didn’t study at all today. cause i was a lazy bum which also means i have alot to catch up tonight. gonna burn midnight oil!! gotta do some math so i can consult ocl during the BBQ. the pros of having ur math cher going for ur class BBQ((: hmm yeahh that’s about all. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;wish i was living in some period drama! no stress of A levels plus you don’t really do muchh just the occasional hic ups along the way which u have to solve. anws some random thoughts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;im turning 18th soon and i still feel like a kid): i don’t really wanna grow old and dull and have all that responsibilities that make ur hair turn white. k silver. but then again i know it can’t be helped and i need to become a strong and firm pillar that would be able to support both myself and other people in my life. like my family and friends. i know deep down i’m ready to take on more responsibilities and become more mature. yett i also know that deep down i’m afraid. i’m still that insecure girl who’s shy and afraid of what people think of me. maybe i’m not soooo affected compared to the past but i’m still scared )): hoho i think i’m a loser )): k neh mind. anws the only reason why i’m still blogging is because i like the feeling of doing some random search and chancing upon random things that tell me how i was in the past. and i want to like chance upon this blog 10years down the road and feel happy about how i was like when i was 18. hehe or maybe i will be like gross, i was a gross 18 year old. who knows what the future holds. who knows? God knows:D yeeahh. so that’s all just some random thoughhhts. time to go do math~ BMT with my bro tmr then studying with moo. byee~ &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4870048938022245352?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4870048938022245352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4870048938022245352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4870048938022245352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4870048938022245352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/hypocritical-me.html' title='hypocritical me'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4729836257327262083</id><published>2011-06-14T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:59:26.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let’s not talk about studying!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;super emo whenever i think about studying. it’s like i can’t get off my lazy ass to do some productive studying)): i keep thinking about failing and i can’t seem to understand anything!! plus there’s just so much to study. so let’s not talk about studying shall we? (:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;yesterday the lau family went on a day trip to Malaysia, it was awesommmme~ though we took really long to get our momentum going ( cause our masses are too large (:) we eventually&amp;nbsp; left for Malaysia and had a blast! hoho. THE STUFF IN MALAYSIA IS SERIOUSLY SUPERRR CHEAP COMPARED TO SINGAPORE. finally understand why people are complaining about the high cost of living, i mean if stuff are actually available for 8 dollars in malaysia, why does it cost 20 dollars here!!! hoho. just saying. anws we bought like alooot of stuff mainly food la. cause i love eating and i live to eat ((: yay. bought like 10 packets of sweets, hope i don’t die of diabetes or something )): anws to put you into perspective of how cheap things are over in malaysia let me tell u! my mum bought like 20 doughnuts for 18 RM. ( 1 singapore dollar = to 2.44 RM) that’s like 40 cents for one doughnut!!! awesome bo???! i bought like shorts for less then 10 singapore dollars ((: yay. considering how i’ve been trying to find shorts i actually like and will wear it’s an achievement yay. happy. show you pictures of my loots some other time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kk that’s all((: stay happy people cause you only get to live once!! hoho.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4729836257327262083?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4729836257327262083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4729836257327262083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4729836257327262083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4729836257327262083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-not-talk-about-studying.html' title='let’s not talk about studying!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-57041536817060229</id><published>2011-06-03T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T18:27:01.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zomg feels like my holiday’s gonna end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;First week of the holidays' has passed just like that! blink. can’t believe it passed so fast): it sucks more to know that my revision is not even half way done yet. considering how i’ve spent the past few days camping out in the library and stuff );, i should be at least a quarter done. but nooo. i had to go get distracted by story books and mangas. ))))): speaking of mangas, JE library as a good extensive set of them (: after A levels i’m gonna camp there and read to my hearts content.&amp;#160; but ARGGGHHHH focus gayle! you’ve got to be more focused and study harder for God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;whatever let’s not talk about mournful studies and stuff! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve mastered the art of shuffling!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On Thursday,i decided to take a break and learn how to shuffle! keke must say i’m a master now! call me the shuffling Queen nehneh. ((: happy to the maxxx.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OK BYE GOTTA PREPARE FOR GP TUTION. TUI SHION~ that’s how you pronounce is ((: i shall leave you with some chio shots of me shuffling!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-S0wNxqGMFoI/Tei27Mv7XpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/C4sXinT1xHQ/s1600-h/P1010322%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1010322" border="0" alt="P1010322" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sZkEit_PpnU/Tei27i5PlaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EayV5ABPQgY/P1010322_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-V9RgyURmf88/Tei28cOdBHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/WJg_GlFkWxc/s1600-h/P1010321%25255B2%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1010321" border="0" alt="P1010321" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YBfxOMBftyo/Tei28-sLyKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/uTMdKKbBV2Y/P1010321_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-57041536817060229?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/57041536817060229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=57041536817060229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/57041536817060229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/57041536817060229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/06/zomg-feels-like-my-holidays-gonna-end.html' title='zomg feels like my holiday’s gonna end!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sZkEit_PpnU/Tei27i5PlaI/AAAAAAAAAhY/EayV5ABPQgY/s72-c/P1010322_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-3116525401444251173</id><published>2011-05-30T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:12:05.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God’s love for me transcends all love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today i kept thinking about how blessed i am. i have nice clothes to wear, i have money to buy whatever i need and when i’m sick i have money to see a doctor. God really has provided everything i need. compared to so many other people i’m so so blessed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;next time when i grow up and have more money and stuff i really want to help those people in need. i feel so helpless now, it’s as though i can’t do anything significant to help those less fortunate then i.&amp;#160; seeing how my maid though really sick didn’t want to see a doctor because she had “no money” really really made me feel really guilty. i really don’t want a maid in the future. I've got to start doing my own chores from now on. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;as the famous saying goes: 知足常乐!&lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;h6&gt;i’m going to thank go for everything!!!! &lt;/h6&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3116525401444251173?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3116525401444251173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3116525401444251173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3116525401444251173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3116525401444251173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/gods-love-for-me-transcends-all-love.html' title='God’s love for me transcends all love!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5320215281044986420</id><published>2011-05-28T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:44:55.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God i turn to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know my heart Lord you know how sinful and disgusting it is. could you change me? i know you love me even though i disobey you and disrespect you all the time. could you change me? i don’t want to continue sinning. i want to love love love. i want to grow grow grow. i don’t want to be distracted i don’t want to live on worldly things. i only want to turn to you. Dear God i turn to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;today my sister chided me and told me i was a distraction and that i embarrassed my cousin. perhaps i do. dear god do i embarrass you. i feel like an embarrassment. my heart hurts. help me lord help me lord help me lord. i know you love me just the way i am and that i’m beautifully and wonderfully made, but could you change me so that i’ll be useful to you? so that i’ll be able to be taken seriously and glorify your name. Dear God i turn to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear God i’m not ready please take it away take it away take it away. i just want to serve you till i’m old and wrinkly. i don’t want this distraction. please lord let me serve you with my 140%. i just want to live a life filled with you you and you. Dear God i turn to you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dear God i turn to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5320215281044986420?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5320215281044986420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5320215281044986420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5320215281044986420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5320215281044986420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-god-i-turn-to-you.html' title='Dear God i turn to you.'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2330327198244213444</id><published>2011-05-17T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:03:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a happy day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today i had officially the shortest outing ever! 1hr and 15 minutes hoho. Had SUPERDOOOOG~ with Phang Phang and JW! yay love superdog, esp love saying super dog in the SUPERMAANNNN~ tone(: it was nice i guess this ketchup (catch up) haha. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Speaking of which, i don’t really like ketchup but i LOVE &lt;strong&gt;CHILLI&lt;/strong&gt;NG out (: bwahhaha double pun! ain’t i prooz. :D love koping their Chilli fries (: yay i have the nicest friends in the world who buy chilli cheese fries and share&amp;#160; them with me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;walked around forever21 a little and headed off for tution! i wanna lose weight and buy nice clothing ): but i’m kinda lazy ok no i’m super lazyyyy~ hehe. i wanna look G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S and shock u guys out of your pants! nehneh. watch me i’ll be glam ttm (: next time….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;for now i’m going to focus on just 2 things: serving God and bringing people to christ (that’s just one thing) and studying hard for God (: hoho. i must follow God fully, gladly and what’s the last thing… ): neh mind i forgot :X i just want to truly truly focus on God! (: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;can’t wait for the weekend! 3 days away yeahhh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2330327198244213444?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2330327198244213444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2330327198244213444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2330327198244213444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2330327198244213444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-day.html' title='a happy day~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3803992901634192848</id><published>2011-05-11T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T23:39:10.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving you is like a dream~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAY THANK GOD CHEM SPA IS OVER (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;no more practical for the rest of my life ( unless of course i choose to take some science course in uni :X) yay! hehe. anws i want to be a more serious person! i want people to take me seriously. i want to stop being so starved for attention ): &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i wanna mature!! lord help me changeeeee!!!!! ): plus give me a person to ask to go for cell!!!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kk off to do my work!! BYE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3803992901634192848?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3803992901634192848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3803992901634192848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3803992901634192848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3803992901634192848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/loving-you-is-like-dream.html' title='loving you is like a dream~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1540830877753768102</id><published>2011-05-10T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T20:35:48.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the earth is filled with his glory~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's devotion was about keeping myself pure for my future spouse.  i really want to keep myself pure and innocent for God but it's really hard, i don't feel pure anymore. i feel dirty minded and unclean. Dear God, please help keep me pure, i really need your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i was just thinking of random things today. The end time is really coming soon, i really need to do something to reach out for God. i really can't be distracted from this purpose God has given me. i really can't keep pushing back like i always do. i need to do something! ): i need to reject all the lies the devil has been feeding me, telling me i'm not good enough and stuff. i need to remember that my God is a AWESOME god and if he is for me nothing can stand against me. dear lord please help me have discipline and love for all the people around me. help me put reaching out as my top priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dear God could you also please remove this stupid crush of mine? i want to focus on you): please lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1540830877753768102?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1540830877753768102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1540830877753768102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1540830877753768102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1540830877753768102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/earth-is-filled-with-his-glory-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2355586846750351</id><published>2011-05-07T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:34:00.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let’s spend tonight on top of the world~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yay for the General Elections! because of it lessons ended at 12 on friday and there’s going to be an extra public holiday on monday! double yay! yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;today’s polling day, so i can’t wait for the results to be announced! so exciting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;General Elections seemed pretty lame in the past, cause i remember there was hardly any opposition, or maybe perhaps i was too young and ignorant of things around me 5 years ago. but whatever the case this years GE IS HEATED TTM. sad thing my parents can’t vote. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anyways, today was spent studying at BB macs, did math like for super long, from 10.30 to 5.30? gahs quite ineffiecient in know…but can’t help it la. i’m wols. going to try to finish my Lit essays and GP stuff today!!!! tomorrow’s hardcore chem revision and monday’s homework and undone tutorials day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;can anyone give me a idea what to prepare of mother’s: dayyyy!!! )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2355586846750351?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2355586846750351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2355586846750351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2355586846750351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2355586846750351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-spend-tonight-on-top-of-world.html' title='let’s spend tonight on top of the world~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5103343061990962685</id><published>2011-05-02T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:35:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I HATE MYSELF.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear God please help me break this bondage!! ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;please lord please cleanse me!!!!!! i neeed ur help!!!! ))));&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5103343061990962685?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5103343061990962685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5103343061990962685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5103343061990962685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5103343061990962685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7917684423991238187</id><published>2011-04-10T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:56:55.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed be the name of the lord~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;and it was evening and it was morning; another day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today was spent studying with Xinmun at Clementi’s new macdonalds(: hereby declare it a productive day :) i managed to do all the important parts of my Quantum tutorial! gahhh. a feat considering how i’m practically clueless about quantum! and being clueless about quantum at this stage is BAD ): nvm i shall make quantum my :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i really need to trust god in everything i do i admit i haven’t been really thirsty for the lord; i’m just taking everything as it comes. being indifferent ): gahs dear god please help me trust in you and bless me with a compassion of the lost! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kk. off to do my GP! :D jiayou everyone! 29more weeks to A levels! 2 more weeks to Good Friday!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7917684423991238187?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7917684423991238187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7917684423991238187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7917684423991238187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7917684423991238187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessed-be-name-of-lord.html' title='blessed be the name of the lord~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1226582658334848983</id><published>2011-03-30T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:37:23.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi April, please don’t come so soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zomggg. 31 more weeks to A levels. i guess it’s time to cut back on computer time and pump in more revision and homework hours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i just wanna say that i’m a horrid hypocritical person and i need to drown myself in pee ): gahs hates self! i have a self esteem problem i need to change! byebye off to reflect on how to be a better person ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;btw napha’s tomorrow! andand i just ate burger king ): i’m going to FAIL. ): fail gayle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1226582658334848983?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1226582658334848983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1226582658334848983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1226582658334848983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1226582658334848983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-april-please-dont-come-so-soon.html' title='Hi April, please don’t come so soon!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1281888545726932709</id><published>2011-03-20T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T17:50:50.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don’t end, hols!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;zomg my holidays suck la seriously ): it feels like it just started! :O ):): thank god i don’t have common test after this though…. gahs but my holiday homework!! screwed like mad.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;now i’m just planning to complete my compre, lit essay and chem tutorial, physics tutorial and math assignments ): so much for revision this hols. )): and it’s not like i was a lazy bum this entire hols i didn’t even go out at all! excluding the food outing with xinmun and joycelin… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but that’s not counted seriously.):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kk bye need to study.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TYXN6tfGsFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y0StlDiRD3k/s1600-h/P1000667%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1000667" border="0" alt="P1000667" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TYXN9-OyReI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GGhhj_VbfdE/P1000667_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;miss real hols): &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1281888545726932709?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1281888545726932709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1281888545726932709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1281888545726932709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1281888545726932709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/03/please-dont-end-hols.html' title='please don’t end, hols!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TYXN9-OyReI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/GGhhj_VbfdE/s72-c/P1000667_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-4441640641376368994</id><published>2011-03-06T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:44:06.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing madness ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;woke up early today and got ready for church, but mum stopped us from going inthe end. kinda disappointed… really wanted to hear pastor cesar preach.. heard it was a good message. anws it’s overrr. pray that god can remove what even anger i have within me ): really need to learn how to be obedient to my parents in everything…. it’s kinda hard. kk. my physics is cui. i’m dead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;byeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TXOdsVs1b2I/AAAAAAAAAhE/LEkdlyjSPks/s1600-h/P1000920%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="P1000920" border="0" alt="P1000920" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TXOdtK2jCdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GvoarApv8xg/P1000920_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a picture of kathy and during our study break last week ): chem sucks…phy sucks more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4441640641376368994?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4441640641376368994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4441640641376368994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4441640641376368994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4441640641376368994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/03/packing-madness.html' title='packing madness ):'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TXOdtK2jCdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/GvoarApv8xg/s72-c/P1000920_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-220067652232354307</id><published>2011-02-27T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:52:31.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>studying chem because i am number 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;whoo~ spent the whole day with kathy :D   &lt;br /&gt;gahh broke my resolution again! was like 45 mins late ):    &lt;br /&gt;paisei... hoho. atleast we found a table at JE library and we studied for 3 hours straight :D yay us.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;went to catch I AM NO. 4 after studying! awesome to the maxxx hohoho best movie i’ve watched in such a long time…the last nice movie i watched was like avatar :D HOHO.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i had an awesome time with KATHY :D lalalala. jiayou for chem test people!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-220067652232354307?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/220067652232354307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=220067652232354307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/220067652232354307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/220067652232354307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/02/studying-chem-because-i-am-number-4.html' title='studying chem because i am number 4!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3631909050496508851</id><published>2011-02-07T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:44:49.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delusional :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today was like a dream. i kept hallucinating about some stuff…zomg i’m losing my sanity!!&amp;#160; anws i’ve decided i need to stop living this dream and step back into the painful reality of life ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i shall do a brief update about my life..cause you know i want to look back at my blog when i’m 50 years old and go oh goshh i had such a fun life! that kind of thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yesterday was a cell day! LOL spent the entire day with the cell! initially noelle and i wanted to miss the cell visiting thing and study! but dawn didn’t allow ):&amp;#160; keke. anws it was kinda fun! i got to lie on cheryl lee and cherie lee’s bed!! their beds are awesomely comfy! hoho much to the disdain of cheryl of course!!! yay! ohoh and i ate almost an entire plate of bakua!!! :D fatty lau here!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after visiting the c lee’s house we headed of the sammuel’s house! haha had such a blast with joline on the way there! haven’t laugh so hard in a while! it’s enlightening to know that we still laugh at retarded stuff….cause that mean’s we're young!!!! :D hohoho bus life with us :D anws at sammuels house we sat around while sk chatted with S’s parents!!! hehe parent teachers meeting :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws it was awesome! pluss i received 3 angbaos!!! WHOO! 7 angbaos this year :D:D:D god has certainly blessed me abundantly!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after house visiting we headed of the bugis to eat steam boat! yeap steam boat wasssss….. ehh i don’t know hahahaha! i was too full to eat anything ): blehhhhh. ok that’s all! i need to go study and increase my intellectual capacity :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3631909050496508851?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3631909050496508851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3631909050496508851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3631909050496508851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3631909050496508851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/02/delusional-x.html' title='delusional :X'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2391225517058363660</id><published>2011-02-01T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T19:44:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still a loser!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;still as mean as everrrr. i think i’m pmsing…. do not sin when ur angry do not remain angry when the sun goes down… goosh i can’t rememeber the verse anymore :X angry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i attempted to polish my poetry skills today: &lt;/p&gt; my first love poem (:  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;He look's so fine, like bieber i find.  &lt;br /&gt;He's so smart, he finds nothing hard.  &lt;br /&gt;He's so tan, like a melted chocolate man.  &lt;br /&gt;he's so nice, he's like a prize.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;he makes my heart flutter,  &lt;br /&gt;he makes my heart melt.  &lt;br /&gt;once he smiles, i dissolve, like butter.  &lt;br /&gt;oh tell me, what can i do to make it love felt!  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;kk. that's all (: time to do homework!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2391225517058363660?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2391225517058363660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2391225517058363660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2391225517058363660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2391225517058363660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-loser.html' title='still a loser!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3629902434726085547</id><published>2011-01-29T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:58:24.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shy):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i think i’m really a very horrible person ): and i’m so so so happy/thankful/overwhelmed with disbelief that God&amp;nbsp; would actually bother to save me. i’m soso unfaithful and sinful! ): i’m a super horrible person. i want to be christ-centred and not self centred!! but i’m a super dooper selfish person ): the incident with daddy today proved everything! sorry dad. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;played table tennis and cs with brozz when i returned from cell. i hate loosing seriously. mean meee again. dear lord can u still use a sinful me ):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anws hope baby issac gets well soon! need to prayyyyy and belief! HAVE FAITHH&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; and i need to humble myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;humble urself and the lord will life you up (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3629902434726085547?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3629902434726085547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3629902434726085547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3629902434726085547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3629902434726085547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/01/shy.html' title='shy):'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-962543292262372775</id><published>2011-01-18T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:55:46.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi hot babes and dudes (:&lt;br /&gt;just doing my regular visitation to the vast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; we have here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahaha i love imagining stuff, stuff that will never ever come true ):&lt;br /&gt;keke ok i love fantasizing :0&lt;br /&gt;before you point and me and shout pervert!! i'd like to clarify!&lt;br /&gt;i'm an innocent little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i have a sexy voice today thanks to my bad throat(:&lt;br /&gt;first time in my life ok! so i shall dedicate a blog post all to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my sexy voice! (:&lt;br /&gt;but hate coughing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-962543292262372775?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/962543292262372775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=962543292262372775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/962543292262372775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/962543292262372775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/01/hi-hot-babes-and-dudes-just-doing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2535685475933879414</id><published>2011-01-16T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T09:44:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holy spirit!</title><content type='html'>bwhahahahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;this week was an awesome week!  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;disregarding the fact that i was a lazy ass the entire week and didn't do anything productive, i ended school at 12 on friday!  &lt;br /&gt;so the week was super awesome cause it ended early(:  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;okok apart from school ending early, i really truely experienced the holy spirit on friday during the sanctification week!!! YAYYY&amp;gt;.&amp;lt; hahaha. super happy!  &lt;br /&gt;though it was kinda embarrassing, i really really enjoyed spending that few minutes with the holy spirit! hahahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;hearts god and his awesome work!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;dear god, please always remind me that i must abandon everything into your hands because it only through you that i'm able to do be things!  &lt;br /&gt;in Jesus name i pray amen!   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;anws that's what i wanted to blog about.  &lt;br /&gt;i need to go complete my homework now!  &lt;br /&gt;super ALOT! ):  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2535685475933879414?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2535685475933879414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2535685475933879414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2535685475933879414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2535685475933879414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/01/holy-spirit.html' title='the holy spirit!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6222125961152940577</id><published>2011-01-13T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:33:36.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend come quickly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;another hectic week is going to pass by!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;iknow i know, i shouldn't be TOO happy about each week coming to an end (since is one less week till a levels) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BUT! i can't! seriously. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;school's such a pain in the ass):&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;plus homework's just never ending ):     &lt;br /&gt;okay i shall aspire to not take school for granted,     &lt;br /&gt;after all it's my last year in this communist institution :X     &lt;br /&gt;i shall enjoy the day and study harder... ok..     &lt;br /&gt;aspire to enjoy it! HAHAHA. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws today i had a 2hr GP lesson.    &lt;br /&gt;thank goodness we spent half the time watching interesting and informative videos.     &lt;br /&gt;and thank goodness ms gp is kinda humourous and entertaining     &lt;br /&gt;(as all gp teachers are...ermm most* sweeping statement! hahahaha)     &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;ps. that's what 2hrs of gp does to you! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i just wanted to connect my thoughts here    &lt;br /&gt;(so as to ensure that my computer time was used productively...) teehee.     &lt;br /&gt;hopes this cultivates/instills a media saviness in you as it did me (: http://www.mediaed.org/cgi-bin/commerce.cgi?preadd=action&amp;amp;key=241&amp;amp;template=PDGCommTemplates/HTN/Item_Preview.html &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6222125961152940577?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6222125961152940577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6222125961152940577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6222125961152940577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6222125961152940577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-come-quickly.html' title='weekend come quickly!!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3512170964003273381</id><published>2011-01-09T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:41:12.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomgosh! i freaking met a pervie idiot on the mrt today!&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was kinda freeaky yet kinda funny at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;because nothing like this ever happens to ms "boring life" gayle here ):/(:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i'm not going to talk about the weird encounter!(because i really want to forget it :X)&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going to come up with a list on how you should behave when u meet a pervert!&lt;br /&gt;lest u follow in my footsteps and do dumb things :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ways to act when a pervert talks to you: (things i wish i had done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if he asks for your number... give him the "why don't u take a look in the mirror look" and tell him that you only give your number to cool people, and that he doesn't fit the bill because he's dirty and old! after saying that ( confidently) walk of cool-y. and at the last moment make a funny face at him! something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TSlilynVs6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gzIpMgPsezA/s1600/Funny_face_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560083616347042722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TSlilynVs6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gzIpMgPsezA/s320/Funny_face_Man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. when he touches you (even your hand) start shouting MOLEST MOLEST MOLEST really loudly. act like you've just been brutally violated. (all the better to win sympathy points from the rest of the commuters.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. when he start asking or telling you about sex: act like you don't what sex is and ASK REALLY LOUDLY " WHAT IS SEX" all the better if there a right winged old lady opposite you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. ask him to shut up and start singing sponge bob square pants REALLY LOUDLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. when approaching a mrt station, stomp on his feet real hard and dast off at the speed of light!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. tell him to go and die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. start talking in a weird unknown language. (doesn't really have to be a language any form of gibberish will do) just pretend you don't understand him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. if he asks for you age or anything, reply with a fruit. eg. what's ur age. orange. do you have a boyfriend? apple. try to create list our weird fruit names like kumquat or something! the weirder the better (: ( can throw him off guard ma)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. pretend your boyfriend is calling and speak in to the phone and tell your non existent bf that some chee kopek old man is harassing you. act as if your "bf" is really angry and say "yes come and beat him up, i help u take a picture of him" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. just go away immediately! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pervets should just go and die ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3512170964003273381?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3512170964003273381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3512170964003273381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3512170964003273381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3512170964003273381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-met-pervert.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/TSlilynVs6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/gzIpMgPsezA/s72-c/Funny_face_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-8978076209300117983</id><published>2010-12-27T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T18:35:00.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i truly believe that everything happens for a reason….&lt;br /&gt;anws here’s the holiday homework i need to complete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP:&lt;br /&gt;comprehension&lt;br /&gt;tidy up we didn’t start the fire&lt;br /&gt;vocab exercises&lt;br /&gt;read the web pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finish up revision worksheet! &lt;br /&gt;practice more calculus problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do that stupid carol ann duffy poem thing&lt;br /&gt;research plus annotate:&lt;br /&gt;wss/topgirls/carol annduffy/ oranges are nt the only fruit/proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study the stupid self learning topic + do tutorial &lt;br /&gt;carboxylic acids tutorial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electric field tut&lt;br /&gt;revision paper&lt;br /&gt;DIE so much work…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou plus pray! LOLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-8978076209300117983?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8978076209300117983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=8978076209300117983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8978076209300117983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8978076209300117983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-truly-believe-that-everything-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3551635763532469515</id><published>2010-12-26T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:01:11.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas cheers(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;chirstmas was awesomeeee! i burned 20 dollars on a time zone card! best buy everrr HAHAHAHA! i love the arcade!!&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws christmas is really such an awesome day because it’s a day we commemorate the birth of jesus christ! (: thank you lord and happy birthday! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;had marche for dinner last night! we had like super alot of free food thanks to the break down of the internal system there! WAHHAHAHA cheapest marche everrrr (: but poor marche must have lost loads of money ); &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; christmas eve was spent with jan the fan! (: we went flea shopping! bought 3 pieces of clothing for 20 dollars! though they weren’t in my definition cheap~ BUT I LOVE THEM TO BITS finally bought a high waisted jeans!!!! AND AT 9$!!! (: cheapppp! haha and i also bought a pair of shorts!!! finally (: hahaha janice bought way more then me :X hahahaha.&amp;#160; oh well happy christmas eveeee!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;christmas is over and it’s back to realityyyy ): POO. holidayy homework i will overcome! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3551635763532469515?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3551635763532469515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3551635763532469515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3551635763532469515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3551635763532469515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-cheers.html' title='christmas cheers(:'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5146031376588509097</id><published>2010-12-18T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T09:18:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are faithful~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you are faithful, you are faithful, you are faithful~ your joy is my strength! i need to place all my hopes dreams desires security what ever in God! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;was reading revelations this morning when i woke up, through the living life devotion… zomii! it’s super scary, when God punishes…. his punishments are scarier then satans! i need to reach out actively else my friends will die ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;quite embarrassed and paisei to tell people i’m a christian… i guess maybe it’s because of the stigma the gp(general public) has against Christians. like how christians are kaypoh and like desperate to convert. and it’s true! we’re desperate to convert people but not because we want to increase our church size!but because God is really the way the truth and the life!! and he is really an awesome God that loves us abundantly. and we just want people to be able to feel that love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i think i’m a really selfish person): the reason why i didn’t bother reaching out until this year was because i didn;t want to share God with any of my friends… it was like i didn’t want my friends snatching away my life! and i was kinda afraid God would love me less because they’re so much better then me…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but now i know that i cannot be selfish any longer! God is really an awesome God that provides and blesses! and the only way to eternal life is really through believing in his name! he has blessed me so much and i really cannot keep him to myself anylonger ( else i’ll get punished for sure! haha) i’m going to reach out desperately today! i’m going to share the greatest thing in my life with everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5146031376588509097?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5146031376588509097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5146031376588509097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5146031376588509097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5146031376588509097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-faithful.html' title='you are faithful~'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7290077147334664877</id><published>2010-12-03T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:50:27.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who owns my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear God please keep me pure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;who owns my heart is it love or is it art? ~~&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i like mylie cyrus ( PLUS JUSTIN BIEBER :D) and i kinda feel bad for her cause she has seriously alot of haters ): i dislike all her wild partying ways and some of her MVs ( like can’t be tamed and who owns my heart) because they are really disgusting HOHO. but she has real talent and i seriously think the media plays up her bad image a tad little too much. i mean the media scrutinizes disney child stars attempting to prove their thesis that child stars won’t go far. ): gahhhh. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ok byeee!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7290077147334664877?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7290077147334664877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7290077147334664877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7290077147334664877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7290077147334664877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-owns-my-heart.html' title='who owns my heart'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7654137016092844350</id><published>2010-12-03T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:15:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to study</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i need to study i need to study i need to study.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ok i’m off to study ! ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7654137016092844350?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7654137016092844350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7654137016092844350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7654137016092844350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7654137016092844350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-need-to-study.html' title='i need to study'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5160015951049814719</id><published>2010-11-30T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:44:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a g6!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;hohoho. i have no idea what that song means but i think it’s super catchy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;popping bottles in the blizzard… like a g6 ohohoh like a g6!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after this post i need to go do my devotion and and study chemistry :X&amp;#160; today was like the first time i went to volunteer with sgcares. hoho. it was quite fun i guess, i made a new friend (: she’s called samantha. hahaha. i think volunteers are super friendly!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws we went to like this block of flats and just started interviewing the residents there. some of the old folks were like super friendly to the maxxx. when i grow old i wanna be friendly like them too :X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;my brother got short listed for the interview with SST! WHOO~ super happy for him, hope he gets in. must pray pray pray. if he doesn’t then it’s like God’s plan (: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;always believe that God has a purpose for u! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;bye!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5160015951049814719?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5160015951049814719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5160015951049814719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5160015951049814719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5160015951049814719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-g6.html' title='like a g6!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-8048735633740934808</id><published>2010-11-28T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:38:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lord i need you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dear God, i really need you to change me. the choir thing, i know it’s like possible if i like suffer and stuff, but i really don’t feel like suffering and all. i don’t want the whole cycle to repeat again, i don’t want to be a recalcitrant non existent member and and i don’t want to feel incompetent again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear god i want to serve you, but i want to serve you sincerely. i don’t want to serve you passionately just because i know there’s people watching and stuff, i wanna serve you from deep down. being that horrid attention seeker i am i don’t even know whether i can. ok maybe i’m finding excuses. i’m such a horrid Christian/ person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;dear God is there really no other way to serve you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-8048735633740934808?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8048735633740934808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=8048735633740934808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8048735633740934808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8048735633740934808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-lord-i-need-you.html' title='oh lord i need you.'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1772903493972252430</id><published>2010-11-22T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:04:51.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live life la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;GAH hate myself seriously, i need to change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1772903493972252430?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1772903493972252430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1772903493972252430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1772903493972252430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1772903493972252430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/live-life-la.html' title='live life la!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2408295918869833873</id><published>2010-11-20T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:09:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemon tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AHAHAHAHA spent the whole day packing bwahahahah there’s nth under my bed alreadyy! (: plus no more chinese books on my self (official!) bwahahahhaaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i think i’m falling sick, keep sneezing uncontrollably ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;need to get back to studying asap, really played enough the pass few weeks :X time to study study study!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kekeke.byeee&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2408295918869833873?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2408295918869833873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2408295918869833873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2408295918869833873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2408295918869833873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/lemon-tea.html' title='lemon tea!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-644651485617267982</id><published>2010-11-18T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:50:19.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i’m a homebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;haha it’s about time i started getting down to studying. i have done nothing productive at all this week): all i did was read manga ( loads of it), watch hongkong dramas and go out. it’s about time i got serious with my life :X &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;went out with xm and joyceling today! (: quite fun! hahaha it’s nice hanging out with them, i kinda miss them HOHOHO. though they don;t really share secrets with me and stuff, (cause i’m a horrible confidant and suck at giving relationship advice.) i still like having the gossip yet not so gossip sessions with them. gosh talks that just go in and out but are funny. aiyo stuff like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;too bad we couldn’t hang out longer. ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;went to 10dollar club with 5N on monday! hahaha CT AND MW went hillarious no? keke. anws it was the typical 5N outing and i guess i’m glad that i have this bunch of kukus to hang out with at times like this!! woo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tuesday was cip day anddd yesterday was bbq day. yesyes i’m a busybusy girl! hohoho. nahhh today’s the last day i’ll be going out. have got to focus and study study study.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kzzz hope u enjoy this update cause further updates would be BORING! ( nt going out anymore u see)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ps. it’s time to get over…. he thinks i’m weird&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-644651485617267982?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/644651485617267982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=644651485617267982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/644651485617267982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/644651485617267982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-homebody.html' title='i’m a homebody'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-276229990767132134</id><published>2010-11-12T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:05:12.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;random moment of emo-ness. i kinda like this feeling, this calming moment reminding me that i’m as human as u and u/; i feel sadness too! i’m sure this feeling will pass as quickly as it came. it always does ( cause i have God XD) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;haven’t been writing down my prayers recently, haven’t even been praying:X i really need to lay everything down in God hands. i need to learn how to cause it’s really really hard. dear God i have so much to tell you things i will never tell anyone. secrets~~~ hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws on a brighter note!AS OF 1759 this evening,&amp;#160; PW IS OFFICALLY OVER! “loud cheers erupt” i guess pw has really been weighing us dowwwn the past few months. (actually i can’t say it did weigh me down because i didn’t do as much work as the rest :X but oh wells) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;went back to school at 3 to finalise call the GPF stuff. THANKYOU MR KEVIN PW HING. haha (: he’s really a very cute teacher. hohoho. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okay time to settle that huge mess infront of me ): i can’t stand that eyesore anymore!!!! my room is super messy! GAHS so much things to clean so little time. OK i need a plan. hmmm TABLE i’ll start with my table.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;okkkk.. tatas. i’ve got a table to pack! and a restaurant to open :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ps. i walked into a dustbin today, and an old man saw. ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-276229990767132134?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/276229990767132134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=276229990767132134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/276229990767132134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/276229990767132134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2323580487837917098</id><published>2010-11-11T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:07:54.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sad ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;kk i need to stop using damn.):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;it’s super sad watching people walk in and out of my life. :X regardless of circumstances. like yesterday, my maid got caught for like stealing. and just today, she was confronted and sent back to the agency. i didn’t even say goodbye. i’m horrible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;while it was rude of me to do so, i really hate this sort of things. i really hate to be put in to this kind of circumstances. i know we haven’t been giving her first class treatments during her stay here, but but i don’t know. don’t really like to think about it ): but it’s really troubling meeeee. gah i feel sorry for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we’re so fortunate really. ): Thank God for blessing me sososo abundantly seriously. anws today there was like this short spurt of heavy rainfall!! super dooper heavy!! haha. thank God my mum sent me to the MRT! (: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws i need to pray pray pray asap! byebye so many things to tell God. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2323580487837917098?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2323580487837917098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2323580487837917098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2323580487837917098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2323580487837917098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/super-sad.html' title='super sad ):'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3110614486365639155</id><published>2010-11-10T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:35:38.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overrrrr and shopping (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i really think i’ve become meanerrrr. mean me. thank god for all the things he has given me he is an awesome god. i’m glad he loves me even though i’m mean!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws OLEVELCHI is over. think i’ll do horribly though :X ah nvm praypraypray. mass spaming rc now! hohohoho. byeeee.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3110614486365639155?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3110614486365639155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3110614486365639155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3110614486365639155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3110614486365639155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/overrrrr-and-shopping.html' title='overrrrr and shopping (:'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6422158289441426817</id><published>2010-11-07T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:47:45.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;thank you father for all you’ve given me and provided for me. help me take care of others and to submit to others. help me be more like you in every possible way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in jesus name i pray amen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need to apologise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s i apologised! i feel so much lighter (hypothetically, i'm still quite &lt;s&gt;fat &lt;/s&gt;acceptable :X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6422158289441426817?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6422158289441426817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6422158289441426817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6422158289441426817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6422158289441426817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-god.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6059217186741541219</id><published>2010-11-05T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:10:22.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy deepavalli!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(: poo how do you spell deepavalli?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws so many things to do so little time! can’t wait for the end of the next week! see you then!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6059217186741541219?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6059217186741541219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6059217186741541219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6059217186741541219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6059217186741541219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-deepavalli.html' title='Happy deepavalli!'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7134456862879962847</id><published>2010-11-02T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:07:50.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praypraypray</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yeap i need to pray pray pray and ask the lord what to do with my life. pray pray pray.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;things i NEED to tonight:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;do my chinese li jie wen da and compo! do my slides and memorise my script! i have chinese tution tomorrow at 5!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ZOMGG i really need to be discipline. lord help me be discipline!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7134456862879962847?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7134456862879962847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7134456862879962847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7134456862879962847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7134456862879962847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/11/praypraypray.html' title='praypraypray'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3348059577120223482</id><published>2010-10-31T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T00:38:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPOPOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAYYY i just chionged out the op slideeees. gosh hope there would be no glitches :X i need to do my chinese comp. zomggg i’m dead dead dead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;byeeee&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3348059577120223482?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3348059577120223482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3348059577120223482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3348059577120223482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3348059577120223482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/10/opopop.html' title='OPOPOP'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2187064946654523471</id><published>2010-10-29T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:29:21.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting it out of my system</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;something’s wrong with me ):&amp;#160; this feeling of helplessness really sucks. i feel so not needed and so redundant. i feel so so so lousy about myself right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;today was just another day wasted away. no Chinese revision done, no op slides completed. is this where my life’s heading? to nowhere ): i really really don’t like myself and i really really want to change.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i want to depend more on God to care more about others, i want to be self sacrificial and shit. okay that does it, there’s no point in sitting here and sulking. i’m going to change (again) i’m going to be quiet and caring. i’m gonna stop caring about me, mylikes and what shit. and start caring about you you and you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i’m gonna change. and pray :X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2187064946654523471?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2187064946654523471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2187064946654523471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2187064946654523471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2187064946654523471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-it-out-of-my-system.html' title='getting it out of my system'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4483854129679120065</id><published>2010-10-28T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:22:34.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is as picture perfect as it gets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;damn sad, that is life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;everybody’s rushing pw now! tomorrow’s like the deadline for wr, hence the frantic rush just now/; thank goodness our groups wr is completed. no thanks to me of course (: i’m a slacker!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;amid all the glee i’m experiencing because HE FINALLY ACCEPTED MY FRIEND REQUEST.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i feel kinda sad, it’s like i’m too self absorbed/; i fail to show the care and concern she needs right now:X i need to care more:X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;p/s am i really a bad listener, why is it that i always the last to know about this kind of impt things…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i care too ):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4483854129679120065?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4483854129679120065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4483854129679120065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4483854129679120065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4483854129679120065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-as-picture-perfect-as-it-gets.html' title='this is as picture perfect as it gets'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-9222013532333519575</id><published>2010-10-18T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:54:48.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat.pray.love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;YAY i’ve finally completed the stuff i needed to do for PW. BLEH.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;pw really sucks. ahhahahha. my group probably hates me cause i’m the slackiess person everrrrrr. zzzzzzzz. super sian.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anws today i kinda woke up late cause i read manga till 5am last night. gosh ill disciplined me. i was supposed to be doing pw :X&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thus i was terribly late for PW. like half an hour late. gosh i have got to be more disciplined totally. anws after like doing pw to like 130, i decided to go watch a movie with shuyinn!! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;gosh the movie, eatpraylove was super boring. we both slept through india. poo my 650. anws shuyinns a horrible person to catch a movie with. she totally would influence u to sleep. zzzz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kk i want to catch my rerun of a fistful stance and BATHEEE HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-9222013532333519575?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/9222013532333519575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=9222013532333519575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/9222013532333519575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/9222013532333519575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/10/eatpraylove.html' title='eat.pray.love'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-281765914626387263</id><published>2010-10-16T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T18:50:05.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi back to blogging (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;isn’t this cool, i have a blog again!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;any ways life has been pretty hectic now adays. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;one would think that after promos we would finally be free.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but noooo. we have project work and crap ): zzzz. we’re all working for Alevels after all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;yesterday was the year 6’s graduation!! haha but i didn’t go for it cause i was at this event called SPLAT!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;shirlynn, junwei, joyceling and grace are like the organisers for this musical showcase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i was just a mere befriender HEE(: but i guess it was fun and tiring at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i’m just glad it’s over. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;today i spent the day at pearlynn’s house! gah PW. what a pain in the ass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;at least written report is done! YAY!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kk i shall go off already, i need to be more disciplined you see.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;(i have chinese to study for ):)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-281765914626387263?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/281765914626387263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=281765914626387263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/281765914626387263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/281765914626387263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi-back-to-blogging.html' title='hi back to blogging (:'/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7807254770394847733</id><published>2009-07-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:28:25.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love reading books. i love my family. i love God. i love my yeye.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being happy. i miss 2a. i miss having somebody i totally trust. i miss a best friend. i miss somebody i am truely myself with. i miss somebody that accepts me for myself. i miss it all.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being special i miss being crazy i miss 2a. i wish i never entered rv. i wish my life could be different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't understand anything cause i'm not letting you! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7807254770394847733?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7807254770394847733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7807254770394847733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7807254770394847733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7807254770394847733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-reading-books.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-786678178387169974</id><published>2009-05-19T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:33:27.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Corinthians 1:25 "For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more precious to have the wisdom and knowledge of God than be "smart" by human standards and the eyes of man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your heart's desire is to be a wise and godly young person, more than the smartest girl in your school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-786678178387169974?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/786678178387169974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=786678178387169974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/786678178387169974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/786678178387169974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-corinthians-125-for-foolishness-of.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6036618840962421690</id><published>2009-03-27T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:00:33.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY. i'm happy this way.&lt;br /&gt;today has been like a really weird day&lt;br /&gt;i think xinmun's moodswings have rubbed of me.&lt;br /&gt;just feel damn stressed over everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO PROGRESS&lt;/strong&gt;.(okay maybe a teenyweeny bit)&lt;br /&gt;and i really dun want to be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAJOR&lt;/em&gt; character difference&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;í feel quite sad cause i really cannot maintain my stupid friendships.&lt;br /&gt;(maybe cause their all superficial?) it's like i dun even talk to anyone anymore except joycelin.&lt;br /&gt;that's right i don't even talk to xinmun... cause it's either i'm stone or she's stone D:&lt;br /&gt;i guess we have way much in difference D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS. and she gets way irritated at my messy ways 0.o.&lt;br /&gt;i miss linxuan/; okay goal for term 2 is to &lt;strong&gt;talk to xinmun more and payattention&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cancel the rest. IMPOSSIBLE TO DO THEM ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;to tell the absolute truth, i was damnzxc sad today.&lt;br /&gt;for i dunno what reason. maybe many.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause i feel so damn disappointed about pesa and idunno. i just want to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;so much about having talents. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause it feels likethe whole world hates me and that i'm super mean and self centred and act pity whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause i am freaking scared about the up coming test. AND i left my bleedy bio file in school D: and i dun understand bio chem phyy mathxzx. D; and chinese. AND SCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe cause i feel so alone. God i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. "come to me all those weary and burdened and i will give you rest"&lt;br /&gt;"i am beautifully and wonderfully made" "God's grace is sufficient for me" and "ask and you will recieve"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please forgive me for my terrible sins D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS! anws today lessons was extremly boring cause i changed place with xm and nobody talked to me at all. almost died.  ohwells who ask me change place hor? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nehmind. it's for a good cause. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left immediately after school, had some doctors appointment. BYEBYE STINKING PIMPLES hates you to the core. ohhhwells it felt so much better to be at home that at school. the whole atmosphere is DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suo wei: there's no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true man.&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to step out of the emo phase. or whatever RIGHT NOW. RIGHT THIS MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop boring joycelin with my incoherent tots and restricting her. BLAHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;i need to walk closer to god and trust god finatially spiritually and in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harts God to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz. i want to go watch girls out loud! PROMISE TO STUDY TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jiayou FSD RVNCC :D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6036618840962421690?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6036618840962421690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6036618840962421690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6036618840962421690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6036618840962421690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2371118513530454242</id><published>2009-03-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:59:25.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i promise to do my hw soon BUT FOR NOW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCH GIRLS OUT LOUD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S3tw0NohLo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2S3tw0NohLo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2371118513530454242?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2371118513530454242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2371118513530454242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2371118513530454242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2371118513530454242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-promise-to-do-my-hw-soon-but-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5551713373220209360</id><published>2009-03-26T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:42:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess it's part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody give me a HUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to spam sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay at home and rot forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a friday. can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. i want to go to church/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5551713373220209360?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5551713373220209360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5551713373220209360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5551713373220209360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5551713373220209360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-its-part-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-8360096224031823007</id><published>2009-03-25T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:22:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOMORROW! PLEASE LORD HELP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the higher your expectations the greater the disapointment, gosh i should have lowered my expectations right at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a WEDNESDAY! life with derek! :D&lt;br /&gt;went out with 4c girls today, had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO. blog more about it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adgenda for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, complete phy,&lt;br /&gt;2. practise speech&lt;br /&gt;3. watch life w derek&lt;br /&gt;4. search impromtu speech topics.&lt;br /&gt;5. pray pray pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-8360096224031823007?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8360096224031823007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=8360096224031823007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8360096224031823007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8360096224031823007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-please-lord-help-me-higher.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5654573791661608737</id><published>2009-03-23T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:15:07.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kz&lt;/span&gt; whatever i dun want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; is detrimental to my health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RESOULUTIONS&lt;/span&gt; KEEP IT UP! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe how bout these resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sterotype&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to obey god and repent.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really going to fast.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xinmun&lt;/span&gt; 24/7 until she asks me to shut up/&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; not bring my mirror to school anymore&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to get fake specs&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to complete my holiday homework asap.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to practise my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pesa&lt;/span&gt; speech asap. ( PRELIMINARY ROUNDS THURS!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to pray and read the bible for one hour everyday.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be a wall flower at the back of the class and not make loud unruly noises.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to mug.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to stop blogging so frequently&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to stop napping.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to PRAY PRAY PRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay stone. i going to smile and go the mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please bless me D;&lt;br /&gt;i will obey you from todayy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5654573791661608737?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5654573791661608737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5654573791661608737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5654573791661608737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5654573791661608737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/kz-whatever-i-dun-want-to-be-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-3509842269735155276</id><published>2009-03-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:46:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i caught the &lt;strong&gt;emo &lt;/strong&gt;bug all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started today, it was a "blast"&lt;br /&gt;lessons per normal was extremely unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;it's like being taken out of paradise and thrown in to a bustling road where you have to struggle through the throng of people just to reach that ultimate destination. GPA 3.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of trying not to bother about what people say or blah.&lt;br /&gt;cause i can't. i get super affected easily. and i don't know.... i'm not super woman.&lt;br /&gt;i can't conceal my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand maybe i'm like xinmun building hatred inside of me. it's like hatred a contagious disease that slowly conquers every part of your body. soul. and mind. and you can't avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;actually no. i don't really have hatred inside of me, all i have is this numbness D:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were everything i ain't now. i wish i was exactly the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i were a joycelin or a xinmun or a someone mature.&lt;br /&gt;someone that's discipline hardworking and not affected by anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the four walls of my room comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;the four years spent is rv comes down to nada.&lt;br /&gt;the four months this year has been terrible.&lt;br /&gt;the four days more of school i have to sit through this week seems like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;four is such a terrible vile word. i hate 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever i don't really know what i'm blogging about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3509842269735155276?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3509842269735155276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3509842269735155276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3509842269735155276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3509842269735155276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-caught-emo-bug-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-705369073239685001</id><published>2009-03-22T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:47:49.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not supposed to blog anymore but whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt; i need to blog to understand myself better. really don't know who i am D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go church today because dad came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;usa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i could have gone but didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;keep telling mum and dad i want to change church but...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just want to go back to the days when the whole family went to church together and had lunch together after that/;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i miss hanging about with my parents cell group children...i just want to play and explore with them again D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be innocent all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohwells&lt;/span&gt; things will never ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt;, don't want to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BMT&lt;/span&gt; JUNIORS&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;DIXUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to do homework with the juniors on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and was late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HAHAS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;joycelin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;arhh&lt;/span&gt; pass your tediousness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ohwells&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anws&lt;/span&gt; by time i reached there they already ate fin and had started doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;joyclyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cathy&lt;/span&gt; those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt; ding dongs! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;. they were like playing snap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;zzzz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to hack homework and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;SIRREOUSLY&lt;/span&gt; not going to bother bout homework anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so while hardworking people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; were doing homework, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;joyclyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cathy&lt;/span&gt; and i were making a fool out of ourselves by making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of noise. that earned us numerous stares from the people around us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;hmms&lt;/span&gt; we did many embarrassing things at macs i guess, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;heyy&lt;/span&gt; it's all normal... for them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;joycelyn&lt;/span&gt; did the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;macdonald&lt;/span&gt; trick that only people like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;cathy&lt;/span&gt; would for fall it TWICE. Cathy was being herself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LOLS&lt;/span&gt;. super stupid. Rachel Wendy and I were like the only sane ones like can!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;macdonalds&lt;/span&gt; we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; to play water. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; and i were spared cause our best friends were there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;joycelyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cathy&lt;/span&gt; were like wet shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;HAHAHAHAS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;noobos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;larh&lt;/span&gt; they. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; was super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;malu&lt;/span&gt; cause she kept shouting (at the top of her lungs) "I'm wearing black! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wearing black bra!!"ZZZ. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;hahhas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we were all wet in some sense, we started making body prints on the ground. boobs. butt. BLAH. anything that u can think of, we had a print! super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;funnaye&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;dixun&lt;/span&gt; came soon after and we headed of to training.boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; really lost all passion for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;bmt&lt;/span&gt;. i just don't feel like playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;bmt&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.. but i enjoyed training on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;fri&lt;/span&gt;. surprisingly. maybe cause i didn't have to play at all.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with juniors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;xun&lt;/span&gt; after training . and went home.&lt;br /&gt;so much for homework day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i like hanging with my juniors so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they are a nice break from all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;emoness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;bmt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;emits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel mature yet crazy and i dunno&lt;br /&gt;they make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;really laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love them. everyone  single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got new resolutions/;&lt;br /&gt;for term 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm not going to talk to any guy unless absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm not going to sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm going to achieve gpa 3.2&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm going to go to church ontime every week&lt;br /&gt;5. i'm going to sleep by 11 everyday&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm going to fast from 11 to 5 everyday.&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm going to talk to someone in class that i never talk with before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-705369073239685001?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/705369073239685001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=705369073239685001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/705369073239685001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/705369073239685001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-know-im-not-supposed-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6003901347244491128</id><published>2009-03-19T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:27:57.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/ScJIS5HHMrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eKJenvrO-M8/s1600-h/gayle+rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314889999656104626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/ScJIS5HHMrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eKJenvrO-M8/s320/gayle+rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's post will be a wordy post to commemerate the last day i'm going to use the computer this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to seriously get down to studying and mugging, the past 6 days have been like eat sleep play watch tv BLAH BLAH BLAH. and i really hate myself for being soso ill disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;gayle lau sook han you must study! studying is good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws this holidays have been such a bore D:&lt;br /&gt;haven't been doing much but gushing and going gaga at stupid korean stars who look super handsome. Spent half my time searching the internet trying to guess whether they have undergone the knife aka plastic surgery cause they seriously look too good to be true D: BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder what stops us from doing somethings that we want to do. why do we sit during lessons instead of standing? why do we even bother to listen to the teachers? what makes listening to the teachers the "right" thing? what defines right and wrong? why do we feel guilty?&lt;br /&gt;andandand why do we like "handsome" or "pretty" people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really really weird how our minds work, how we are similar yet soso different, how we have different thumb prints, how we think we are all high and mighty all so better then animals, ants blah blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some times i imagine myself... no i imagine the whole world as a ant house, we are just ants in a bigger world out there... maybe we are just ants to idunnowho. OHMAN. hate it when i start thinking weird like this. it just leads to nowhere. nothing. zilch. nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is something right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i think i'm super dead now in the sense that i don't feel like singing so much.&lt;br /&gt;í'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;okay i take that back i still love singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i don't feel like mantaining conversations that i don't feel like mantaining anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like talking so much. and i'm getting soso sick of msn and all the emoticons :D:D:D BLAHH. hahas. but nahh i'll figure what's wrong with me in time... so until then bear with me please! kz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was the onlyday i really went out this holidays,&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go scavanging for chio cheap clothes but hahas joyceling woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;nownow doesn't that NOT suprise you. we were supposed to meet at 10 at commonwealth but we ended up meeting at 1250 at fareast plaza, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up eating the value meal macs meal. GAHS. she treated me! lols. happyy!&lt;br /&gt;it's nice to let ur hair down once in awhile it's nice to not have to study. we talkedddd about i don't know what but i guess we talked. after lunch we went window shopping and joycelin loves jeans! she bought liqins pressent and i bought pressents!! HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells then we went to cine to take neos and blahhs camwhore blahhs. blahhs. it was quite funny actually! cause we were like xiaozhabos. boo. walked to douby and bade farewelll.&lt;br /&gt;LALAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was funn larh. it's just that now i'm so not inthe mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever. i'm not inthe mood to blog cause i feel terrible blogging when i have a stack of homework beside me D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkz bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6003901347244491128?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6003901347244491128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6003901347244491128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6003901347244491128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6003901347244491128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-post-will-be-wordy-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/ScJIS5HHMrI/AAAAAAAAAdw/eKJenvrO-M8/s72-c/gayle+rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-5175223388270901177</id><published>2009-03-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:26:33.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TELL ME HOW TO FEEL HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel terribly sad now and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness just do not last more then 48hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i ain't turning to god anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why i feel like escaping church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why. no what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b0000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love god again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love church again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to love again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5175223388270901177?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5175223388270901177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5175223388270901177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5175223388270901177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5175223388270901177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me-how-to-feel-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5246938311636372434</id><published>2009-03-17T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:20:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/Sb-FM2NfaMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8sfhYEb8GQg/s1600-h/yellowshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314112541077498050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/Sb-FM2NfaMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8sfhYEb8GQg/s320/yellowshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is my playday.&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun with my playdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is also a &lt;strong&gt;noob shit&lt;/strong&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun today. thanks joycelinwong. go out again kz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahs tell u more about it later she has all the &lt;strong&gt;fugly pics&lt;/strong&gt; anw. i have alot of &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; fugly pics. ohwells, i'm an incoherent piece of shit. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HARTS HER &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YELLOW SHI(r)T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;'&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing a new type of burger :D&lt;br /&gt;the joyceling burger (&lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you want to eat her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/Sb-G4dt95SI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HaEIeBEwEy8/s1600-h/joycelinwongburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314114389928699170" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/Sb-G4dt95SI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HaEIeBEwEy8/s320/joycelinwongburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5246938311636372434?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5246938311636372434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5246938311636372434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5246938311636372434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5246938311636372434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-is-my-playday.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/Sb-FM2NfaMI/AAAAAAAAAdg/8sfhYEb8GQg/s72-c/yellowshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-8781767682752531135</id><published>2009-03-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:34:00.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booya! linxuan totally got me addicted to toradora!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO SO SO NICE! i'm at episode 8 now!! hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws joycelinggg tell me when when when we going out!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-8781767682752531135?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/8781767682752531135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=8781767682752531135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8781767682752531135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/8781767682752531135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/booya-linxuan-totally-got-me-addicted.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7263857220595688147</id><published>2009-03-13T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:31:37.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the funny thing is that, even though today was the worst day i ever had this year,&lt;br /&gt;i finally feel truly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean look at all the terrible things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. JF totally daoed me in the bus&lt;br /&gt;2. LKC hates me cause my chinese sucks,&lt;br /&gt;3. mr bio got kinda pissed at me as well, cause i said i didn't want lessons ?&lt;br /&gt;4. cleaned up the damn class room and no one came. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5. physics... need we talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;6. i almost failed my LA.&lt;br /&gt;7. and i have to rewrite it during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me isn't today truly Friday the 13th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad things have gotten so bad that it only can get better&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad the 8 of us finally had lunch together. full attendance fyi.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we had the trash talk.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad i finally get a closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice way to end the term ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7263857220595688147?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7263857220595688147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPPPPPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the holidays are coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait lerhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's better to have loved then never at all,&lt;br /&gt;always help out when one falls&lt;br /&gt;never compare to others thin and tall&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll be there for you just give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;just don't throw my love in the bin,&lt;br /&gt;do i need to give you a hint?&lt;br /&gt;that i love you and not him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cry, i feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;why is being nice just so bad??&lt;br /&gt;and by the way you stupid cad,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mad and thats a fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna shop and get nice things,&lt;br /&gt;i just need somebody, maybe joyceling&lt;br /&gt;i'll get shiny blings and&lt;br /&gt;have a fling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday's coming oh so soon,&lt;br /&gt;that's why i feel so over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;and tatas you little baboon&lt;br /&gt;i have to sleep or i'll wake up at noon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5253104914877891594?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5253104914877891594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5253104914877891594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5253104914877891594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5253104914877891594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/happpppppy-cause-holidays-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7803261525068611975</id><published>2009-03-11T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:33:20.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"maybe",  such a stupid word that means nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mum's pms-ing and i can't watch icarly and life with derek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because j&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwei doesn't believe i'm his mortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't sit with linxuan anymore&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing i do is good enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have nada discipline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of your pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of bmt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm sad because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm happy because i'm changing place, yet maybe not so.&lt;br /&gt;yet maybe i'm not be happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop being so self centered and stop lamenting over MY stupid problems and start caring more about OTHER people's well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to step out of the me myself and i and embrace the you her him them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe's suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7803261525068611975?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7803261525068611975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7803261525068611975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7803261525068611975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7803261525068611975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/maybe-such-stupid-word-that-means.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4790095240158660771</id><published>2009-03-10T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:22:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crushes are stupid things HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;one things for sure is that i'll never crush again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bmt training sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jarring fact that i'm mediocre keeps popping up everytime during training and it makes me really pissed. pissed with myself( not you jan, shir, wendy.1e or any random person that actually bothers about whether i'm pissed) it's just so painful you know that you life has become like this. pathatic. booya i wish i could relive my life and be somebody that's smart, pretty and KIND or whatever larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to my passion? can you believe that i actually CRIED to get into bmt? look at me now...&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'll never guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never entered rv, i wish i never joined badminton.&lt;br /&gt;may be cause i realised all my friendship comes down to moot.&lt;br /&gt;i just want a best friend, please be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how people say i pretend to be happy, cause you know what? pretending to be happy is inevitable, for me atleast. if i am sad and remain sad, tell me who would actually bother? no one?&lt;br /&gt;oh wells maybe i should stop being so self-centered and MEAN. cause life's a piece of shit. grin and bear gayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever the point of this pointless post, anws shirlynn i can't be bothered anymore with being mean, cause in reality being mean only makes me hate myself more/; ( so please stop telling me to be mean ) whatever i felt about " mean is good" i take it back, what can i say? i'm fickle and hypocritic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more, i cannot be mean anymore cause god wants us/me to be kind and i need to reflect him, grow closer to him asap. gahs go the second mile gayle, wendy's pm says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well gone are the days of mean gayle. i need to be nicer, maybe then i can love myself more. love others more, love God more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say, time change, people change, surroundings change, and i have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4790095240158660771?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4790095240158660771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4790095240158660771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4790095240158660771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4790095240158660771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/crushes-are-stupid-things-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-9064062630271934484</id><published>2009-03-09T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:46:59.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I remember one set of twins in particular: Guido and Ina, aged about four. One day, Mengele took them away. When they returned, they were in a terrible state: they had been sewn together, back to back, like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siamese_twins" title="Siamese twins" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Siamese twins&lt;/a&gt;. Their wounds were infected and oozing pus. They screamed day and night. Then their parents – I remember the mother's name was Stella – managed to get some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morphine" title="Morphine"&gt;morphine&lt;/a&gt; and they killed the children in order to end their suffering"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-9064062630271934484?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/9064062630271934484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=9064062630271934484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/9064062630271934484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/9064062630271934484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-remember-one-set-of-twins-in.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6181636672203726196</id><published>2009-03-08T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:33:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SbN0vV87OHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SuAafPAYyso/s1600-h/ilredshirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SbN0vV87OHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SuAafPAYyso/s320/ilredshirts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310716742295304306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i harts big red shirts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6181636672203726196?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6181636672203726196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6181636672203726196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6181636672203726196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6181636672203726196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-harts-big-red-shirts.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SbN0vV87OHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SuAafPAYyso/s72-c/ilredshirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-7431925038052380352</id><published>2009-03-07T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:41:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;life is a road that goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;leading you to happiness or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it’s all depends on the choices you make.&lt;br /&gt;so your heart desires you must never fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trust that’s what’s a must.&lt;br /&gt;cause by trusting we gain the samething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; always be unto others what you want others to do onto you.&lt;br /&gt;love like u want to not because it’s a cue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life you must strive. be excellent and dilligent.&lt;br /&gt;life’s only so short. cherish every thing even the simplest thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; God made you special so don’t be superficial.&lt;br /&gt;under everything believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in yourself cause you are a child of god and god has a plan for you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it’s really hard to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to be honest about my feelings flat out.&lt;br /&gt;wrote this a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings about bmt:&lt;br /&gt;7thdecember 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;not part of anything&lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;not part of you. not part of her. not part of bmt. not part of 3c. not part of rv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that’s why i want to run away so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar so what if the 8 of us are bonded in the sense that we can sit tog and talk? what i’m was yearning for was the trust we used to have with each other. that’s all i was asking for. the reason why i fear rvb is because i no longer trust them anymore. and no matter how much i try to deny my hurt and pain and agony about the very fact that i no longer trust my “biggest part of rv” , i can’t.  i’m breaking down so much that i don’t feel like doing anything for the team. i just feel like backing away from everything. forgeting them. they, forgetting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself. i hate having cliques. i just want a good friend a really really bestest friend that i can confide in. no more mingling no more mixing. CERTAINTY. i want to feel like i know my way. i don’t want to feel lost and unwanted anymore. and in reality, bmt can only give me the feeling of unwantedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW MUCH I TRY TO TELL/ DELUDE/ PSHYCO/ MANUPILATE  myself in to thinking i’m wanted, nothing changes the basic truth that nobody needs me.  question to self: WHY DO I NEED TO FEEL NEEDED? idk. all i know is that i’m not really needed anywhere. i’m just somebody that tags along somebody that’s redundant and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that’s why i yearn kathy’s friendship so bad. and i hurt so so so much still. in a way i’m still recovering from the cut that was left behind. the feeling of being abandoned, not needed, easily replaced. i guess that is the lion of my life. fear of being replaced. fear of being not needed. fear. fear. fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear bmt so much now that i don’t know where to start from. please i just want to go back in time and live there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least then i felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truely &lt;/span&gt;needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe that's how i still feel maybe not. i don't know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7431925038052380352?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7431925038052380352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7431925038052380352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7431925038052380352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7431925038052380352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-road-that-goes-on-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6206691692244160757</id><published>2009-03-06T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:52:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>failed my chinese again,&lt;br /&gt;thought i would be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells life's a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was sad for many&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like sleeping the thoughts away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like i crumbling away, struggling to differentiate ( i know u hate integration!) between being unacceptably mean and being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells i give up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;hates life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6206691692244160757?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6206691692244160757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6206691692244160757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6206691692244160757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6206691692244160757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/failed-my-chinese-again-thought-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6178762410647704089</id><published>2009-03-03T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:49:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peaceoutism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of i'm going to start blogging with more depth from now on. say bye to those shallow posts.&lt;br /&gt;and if i made a bet with you on winning you in langarts test... I RETRACT my words. sucks it all back. english is so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this because my english (is going to) PHAIL.&lt;br /&gt;hahs! but my english is still better then yours so poof of you apunehneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo hates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt; took over the role of fart machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIIRIOUSLY !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fart wayyy too much. i bet i fart more then you.&lt;br /&gt;let out a stink bomb in ikea today... hope you didn't lose appetite over it- poor unsuspecting victims of my nuclear bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refering mainly to shirlynn janice, evelyn and the poor souls eating behind me/;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i didn;t mean to fart D:&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hates macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sucks. hates school. school for the blind!&lt;br /&gt;brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assembly sucks cause it sucks listening to random rvians proclaim thoughts that i'm sure they don't really feel strongly for. anws most of the time we just get lectured on how to be a GOOD person. define good please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE sucks cause we have to run and build muscles that i so so so so so (x100000) want to lose. can't wait for 21years old when my muscles start to degenerate and i become ms skinny.&lt;br /&gt;zomg. but i want to be healthy too. ms contradictory here in DA house! ohwells. i want to be skinny and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem sucks cause mr chem isn't as fun as before, seriously speaking i've lost whatsoever lil interest i used to have for this dopey subject. GO BACK TO BEING NICE MR CHEM. i'm sure 4c will enjoy your lessons more. but ohwells what can i say? i'm a horrendous student. la BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was LOL. i quite sad typing this out now but whocares luh. I AM A BIG LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;while you were chomping happily on your duck rice, i was excercising my puny lil brain trying to solve sudoku puzzles &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; (best thing) I AM PROUD TO ANNOUNCE, THAT AS OF TODAY... i'm.....*drumrolls*.....*drumrolls again*.....(super important news you see)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDMASTER &lt;/span&gt;OF SOLVING SUDOKU PUZZLES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pro nias :D i mean the closest some people can get to being grand... is like being a grandmother or something.... but not me!!! i'm officially a grand master :D ( boo actually linxuan helped ALOTTT. but you don't need to know that :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CID was national library. hoped to miss a bit of lessons but.... nooooo way mr cid's were going to be kind enough to let us of late again BOO. life's BOOO. quoted from joycelin. scared alot of fellow cid mates like chenyu annise jinglan jiemin ruolan zomggg.. must i name all? thinks i'm turning into an alien.. ZOMGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linxuan! what have you done to me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws the library was super silent. how do people survive in that kind of environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths sucked. longest lesson of the day. sorry shir. no offence to mr math.&lt;br /&gt;thought rats were going to drop from celling. realised i still fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells i survived torture.&lt;br /&gt;cause seee i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LANGARTS. yays ms goh said my compo was "messy" forgot her exact words but she meant i was out of point. good luck gayle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny quote of da day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cram schools are schools where they put people in tiny boxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weisheng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny?!! i know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALAS.  just glad school is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cca&lt;/span&gt; is a screwed piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i'm a hippo cryte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}" target=""&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6178762410647704089?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6178762410647704089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6178762410647704089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6178762410647704089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6178762410647704089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/peaceoutism.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1608327709672350079</id><published>2009-03-02T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:37:04.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello susane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been really long since i've written a letter to you...&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why write again now... i don't know. it could be hormones? it could be lust? it could be a surge of emotions or it could be randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all i know is that i feel terrible. i finally embraced God's purpose for me today i guess... Even though i don't know what is my purpose or where this purpose will lead me to all i know is that i must have faith (goh). BUT I STILL FEEL TERRIBLE CAUSE I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO START ON THE STUPID SPEECH/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was late for school. i knew i was going to be late but i didn't try to hide or run away, for that I'm proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i've spent a majority of my life trying to avoid punishment, lying and blaming others to get away. i rather hide in the darkness of my timidity then face up to the sword of righteousness and punishment and i'm sick of being THAT.... SUO TOU WU GUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to run away anymore, gan zuo gan dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws it suddenly seems as though langarts the only lesson i enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to start on my speech now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1608327709672350079?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1608327709672350079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1608327709672350079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1608327709672350079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1608327709672350079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-susane.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1540156666115334279</id><published>2009-03-02T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:53:42.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much for starting over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i didn't try, it's just that we're both still so hurt by everything we'll never be able to patch it back tog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know what it feels like to be brushed of like you don't mean anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1540156666115334279?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1540156666115334279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1540156666115334279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1540156666115334279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1540156666115334279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-starting-over.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4004097951422071242</id><published>2009-02-28T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:24:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4004097951422071242?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4004097951422071242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;metamorphosed&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate changing, the who i used to be, the who i want to be and the who i am now, they are all have different personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to complain that i was mean and self centred, but i now know the true meaning of mean and self centred-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to step out of the "me, myself, i" and embrace the emotions of other people. family friends and foreign people. i need to live for God and not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry shirlynn; no excuses for what i've done to you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you may not care about all i've done or said.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm guilty for being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noelle got baptised on friday 27/2/2009&lt;br /&gt;went to the baptism service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at all the smiles on the people faces when they stepped out of the water, i was sort of touched in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the magnificences of LORD MY GOD has no boundaries and has no limits, he gives me happiness when i am sad, confidence when i feel useless, love when i feel unwanted, food when i'm hungry, peace when i'm worried, friends when i'm lonely. he's my bestfriend. my confident, my father, my LORD. my saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of him i now i'm loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder where i'll be w/o him. without his loving embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i see is a blank future. a bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nothing w/o him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear lord i apologise for the millions and one sins i've comitted, i am a terrible sinner please forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7835822867304380403?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7835822867304380403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7835822867304380403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7835822867304380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7835822867304380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-metamorphosed-again.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4634371785804067413</id><published>2009-02-28T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:50:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's Saturday now and I'm going to have training today. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;whatever miss goh's wondrous! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws here's my agenda for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugger shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.READ CHINESE. FTW. my chi sucks like shit.&lt;br /&gt;2. revise phy. magnets&lt;br /&gt;3. bio. photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;4.scs D; boo!&lt;br /&gt;5. language arts. PESCA.&lt;br /&gt;6. chem metals.&lt;br /&gt;7.maths worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;8geography platonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY BLODDY SUBJECTS NEEDS REVISING, @$$#^%@#^@^&lt;br /&gt;boo so much for playing sudoku in class D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bendan gayle/;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4634371785804067413?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4634371785804067413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4634371785804067413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4634371785804067413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4634371785804067413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif-actually-its-saturday-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7830248288421753030</id><published>2009-02-25T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:21:24.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so maybe my love for life has waned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i've been a terrible friend but sometimes it's just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gayle the odious friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7830248288421753030?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7830248288421753030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7830248288421753030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7830248288421753030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7830248288421753030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-maybe-my-love-for-life-has-waned.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-803697193027103666</id><published>2009-02-24T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:19:12.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zomgosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas hates bmt but loves my juniors&lt;br /&gt;those cutie pies minus cathy :D hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i'm just glad that tests are ovaaaa forever :D&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not forever but still...&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't have to sit for like 3 test every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws  i've decided to stop thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. NOTHING IS PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and i'm nothing :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so oh wells accept the fact that i'll never be confident. pretty. smart or thin enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKKKUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love daydreaming :D&lt;br /&gt;it's like one of my fav past times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLLS. i want to play fb now soooo bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-803697193027103666?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/803697193027103666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=803697193027103666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/803697193027103666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/803697193027103666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/zomgosh-hahas-hates-bmt-but-loves-my.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7970912800431580922</id><published>2009-02-22T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:47:53.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stop being so pretentious you stupid girl/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't act like i'm positive anymore. i fell so empty.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being more optimistic this year. i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;i hate facing ordeals or mid life crisis's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an old ah ma. old ahmas with foul moods/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello i even dress like an old ahma. D:&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should get my clothes at salvation army bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel as if all the people around me are leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel so mean and spiteful&lt;br /&gt;why do i hate myself so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i runaway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it's so much easier then facing up to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they once was a box of chocolates owned by a little boy,&lt;br /&gt;the little boy loved to collect chocolates from everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the box of chocolates contained really special chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;no two chocolates were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each one had their on flavour, wrapper and shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow one's, blue ones, strawberry flavored ones, candy coated ones, pig shaped ones, heart shape ones. ones of each and every part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the many many chocolates, there was this chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was stuck at the corner of the metal box, buried under the mass of chocolates, blocked away from the world, broken and bruised on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was melting soon to be disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in a dull brown wrapping paper with no words no pictures no nothing, she attracted no attention to herself, or simply putting it, nobody noticed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had a really boring shape that was not interesting and definitely not appealing. her flavour was rather bland too. not sweet not bitter. she tasted just like how cheapo chocolates taste like. PLASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was a wall flower. nobody noticed her.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted her/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody around her seemed so special, so attractive so delicious so unique so so so EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i have the nicest wrapper in the world!" " i taste like fluffy marshmallow baked to perfection with chocolate." "people just want me so bad!" too bad she couldn't say it and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had watched chocolates come and go, attractive ones, one's with beautiful flavour, different and unique ones. the came and went in a flash, she felt so unwanted, so lonely so&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; USELESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to have their own strong points everyone seemed to have talents,&lt;br /&gt;everyone. everyone. except her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't she see her strengths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU KNOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let that stupid chocolate&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; melt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7970912800431580922?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7970912800431580922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7970912800431580922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7970912800431580922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7970912800431580922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/stop-being-so-pretentious-you-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2854564791423391593</id><published>2009-02-20T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:19:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's so much more :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to admit this i'm not really an animal lover, &lt;br /&gt;OKAY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE ANIMALS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are only nice to look at but in reality they poop alot and stink like crap.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't feel guilty eating them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. &lt;br /&gt;i have no right to judge them D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i POOP alot and i stink like crap too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more we are all creations of God right?&lt;br /&gt;creations of God are beautifully and wonderfully made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I'M GOING TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE THEM LIKE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll stop eating them to become skinny :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20/02/09 day gayle became vegetarian  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; geog test is over and i'm jumping for joy(celin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more tests to goooooo:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots i'm getting the hang of this life man. study and mug.&lt;br /&gt;just hope i don't flunk my tests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i think i have really high expectations of myself even though i act like i can't be bothered. underneath everything, underneath my heck care attitude front BLAH.  &lt;br /&gt;i still worry about my studies. ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paraniodo freako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worry about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on whether this person hates me&lt;br /&gt;on whether i'll flunk my tests.&lt;br /&gt;on whether i'll get caught by the teacher for BLAH BLAH BLAH like being late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND.  so many many many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the stupid&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pesca competition &lt;/span&gt;that i unwittingly joined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of failure and i'm scared i'll disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i;m going to trusts God in everything that i do&lt;br /&gt;cause God loves me and he does not condemn me for failing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;further more,   NO, i all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. romans 8:37.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT FAIL.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be excellent and reflect God!&lt;br /&gt; hard but i'll try,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO YOUR &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST &lt;/span&gt;AND GOD WILL DO THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2854564791423391593?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2854564791423391593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2854564791423391593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2854564791423391593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2854564791423391593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-more.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5479333821857855290</id><published>2009-02-18T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:12:29.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i'm going to trust the lord in all that i do.&lt;br /&gt;for better or worst. for rain or shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the world doesn't end so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lord if the worlds gonna end soon please give us all a painless death :D&lt;br /&gt;and i'll leave life happily to walk into your embrace....&lt;br /&gt;for GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD, he gave his only begotten son that who ever believes in him shall never die and have eternal life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love you tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause if i have not loved then i am nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5479333821857855290?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5479333821857855290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5479333821857855290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5479333821857855290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5479333821857855290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-im-going-to-trust-lord-in-all-that.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6823101823100764231</id><published>2009-02-18T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:49:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i just love life with derek and i carly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad say carly is pretty LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;i think she's pretty too! she's my new idol!&lt;br /&gt;i idolise people. i'm shallow/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well check it outs kae! i'm going to make the whole world love i carly and life with derek!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.icarly.sg/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6823101823100764231?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6823101823100764231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6823101823100764231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6823101823100764231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6823101823100764231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-just-love-life-with-derek-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7376890497816628575</id><published>2009-02-15T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:35:37.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUCKKKKK. tomorrow there's phy test. hates phy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i set my alarm at 8 and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up what seemed like soon after and started preparing for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumped into my black jeans and went to the toilet to pangsai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in the toilet for real long cause shit didn't want to come out/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out and put on a shirt. got ready to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis woke up and annouced that i was 950/; got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church starts at 10. at expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't go to church today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws valentines day is over and i still haven't gotten down to making/ laminating the stupid presents/ cards. HATES V.DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearts shereen, ever though she and i are like van der waals forces. but i still love her. at least we have so bond. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycelin is right looking and old photos makes my heart ache/; it makes me remember what lin lao shi said. 人总是想拥有所拥有不到的东西。拥有的却不会珍惜/；&lt;br /&gt;ohwells kathy's right i've got to find my happiness stop fretting over lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton is a screwed cca.&lt;br /&gt;so much for this year's resolution to covalent bond rvbmt year4 girls.&lt;br /&gt;we're just so caught up in our own lives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is so many things that i need to do and i'm blogging D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7376890497816628575?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7376890497816628575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7376890497816628575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7376890497816628575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7376890497816628575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/suckkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2136795688362710106</id><published>2009-02-12T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:12:15.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NO. hates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed i'm happy that i studied like redox and half of perodic table.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY GAYLE? how can you be happy over such pathatic studying.&lt;br /&gt;i mean the rest of 4c probably studied the whole metals notes 4 times already.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. now it's 1 am and you are still blogging.&lt;br /&gt;HATES YOU AND UR SCREWED HAIR AND YOUR FUGLY PIMPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the fact that i'm a down right procrastinater,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm relatively happy today.&lt;br /&gt;ate my skittles and choco hello panda today! :D&lt;br /&gt;watched icarly and life with derek today! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;saw pornsak cooking on tv yesterday!! i love him larh he is like so funny and he looks like jaehee.&lt;br /&gt;school ended early today! :D what a change man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice birthday is tomorrow. oh TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANICE THE CHAO NICE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snaps out of emoness and jumps around made.&lt;br /&gt;hearts bakua....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay jan ban fan. i'll get u ur pressent soon kae kae! i suck. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2136795688362710106?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2136795688362710106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2136795688362710106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2136795688362710106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2136795688362710106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-2036504711749860213</id><published>2009-02-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:16:59.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have mellowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i am still so freakishly irritating and un aware of myself.&lt;br /&gt;hates life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firday was string essemble, went with joycelyn rachel cathy and their friend. one irritating boy went dinner with us too. sians. the b'div girls rejected me cruelly D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling really tired and drained out that day, one week of school just does that to me.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a hilarious sight watching a bunch of immature people talk :D&lt;br /&gt;cathy's like so so so random. she and her hole in her shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like super late because i ate really slowly. the tom yam noodle was really spicy you see. spicy i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to come up with "s" words that sound sexy, so far i have: SEXY. SAUCY.SPICY. SMEXY?! eh xuqin and yawen came up with that, but it's still sexy in a way/;&lt;br /&gt;so yar contribute some yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we arrived during the intermission so it was good. had front row seats that were terrible. all we could see was a big black piano/; suckerrr. cathy was being stupid waving her racket pretending she was the conductor. it was embarrassing yet funny. OH DID I MENTION THAT WE WERE SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT? thank goodness everyone was so absorbed in the music that they didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the concert played on till the end of the day till everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s janice loves violin playing guys.&lt;br /&gt;pp/s huijie and xuqin looked so horts. little princesses:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so insecure and so lost.&lt;br /&gt;save me someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying ms lai's retirement present later/;&lt;br /&gt;WHYWHYWHY retireeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-2036504711749860213?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/2036504711749860213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=2036504711749860213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2036504711749860213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/2036504711749860213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-mellowed.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6472678178209205995</id><published>2009-02-03T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:41:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life means so much more than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live each day like you'll never live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;competitions are part of life, fear not of losing but of not trying at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I'll disappoint. I'm scared I'm not good enough. I'm insecure and in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be Kathy's right i was never able to love as before after the "break up"&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was more hurt then i'll ever admit.&lt;br /&gt;to be truthful the wound still hurts badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please heal me. Please let me love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lord, let me love more than before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause love covers all sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/osQEIL8Z2L/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/osQEIL8Z2L/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" 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Are the Body - Casting Crowns - Casting Crowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crowded in worship today&lt;br /&gt;As she slips in&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fade into the faces&lt;br /&gt;The girls' teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know&lt;br /&gt;Farther than they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;But if we are the Body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His hands healing&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His words teaching&lt;br /&gt;And if we are the Body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His feet going&lt;br /&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way&lt;br /&gt;There is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traveler is far away from home&lt;br /&gt;He sheds his coat&lt;br /&gt;And quietly sinks into the back row&lt;br /&gt;The weight of their judgmental glances tells him that his chances&lt;br /&gt;Are better out on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;But if we are the Body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His hands healing&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His words teaching&lt;br /&gt;And if we are the Body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His feet going&lt;br /&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus paid much too high a price&lt;br /&gt;For us to pick and choose who should come&lt;br /&gt;And we are the Body of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (2x)&lt;br /&gt;If we are the body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His arms reaching&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His hands healing&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His words teaching&lt;br /&gt;And if we are the body&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't His feet going&lt;br /&gt;Why is His love not showing them there is a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6472678178209205995?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-4554681010286148841</id><published>2009-02-02T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:08:19.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to follow jesus, no turning back. no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;gosh gayle &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get that in your head&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm after a series of emo shit posts ( as shinjitsu (shir) calls it) it's time for a positive post. something like " DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what i'm just going to learn from joycelin and not think about things like superficial friendships and stupid lousy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT MEDIOCRE AND JOYCELIN'S NOT TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaekae. bye going to bathes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4554681010286148841?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4554681010286148841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4554681010286148841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4554681010286148841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4554681010286148841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-decided-to-follow-jesus-no-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1349624078115488859</id><published>2009-02-01T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:04:33.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feels so nice to be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in this mood where i don't feel like going out at all, in this mood where all i want to do is stay at home and watch korean dramas or sleep. in this mood where nothing appeals me at all except&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; chad micheal murray&lt;/span&gt; (HOT BOD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during this past week it felt like a month passed by. oh maybe it did, it's feb already... but still. IT FELT R&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; LONGGGGGGGG.  and it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like so many things happened. CNY. duakim's funeral. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;. first bmt competition for bdiv (which i didn't participate in), cca, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, getting caught for short skirt WHEN IT WAS NOT SHORT, feeling lousy about myself, feeling bad for causing joyceling to feel lousy as well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;. treating my friends like crap. singing karoke in school/; geography test, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lessons lessons and more lessons&lt;/span&gt;. what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like running away. there used to be this song i kept singing... forgot most of it but it went like this:  running awayyyyy i can't.......~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like the song now. running awayyy i can't&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; face up with reality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to dread cca. bmt lessons in school. pe. it just makes me feel really crappyily lousy. which, sadly to say i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's like this list somewhere in the world that records down one's pro's and cons, my con's list will be like brimming with weakness and my pro's list will have less then 5.... WAIT! let me correct that. my pro's list will have nada shit. and i hate knowing that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my lousiness keep screaming at me. taunting me. laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;wanna know why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm mad. crazy. kookuuu. shen jing bing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i have to say, going to seek escape in korean dramas for now. and if u ask me why it's not God. i dunno. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drifting of to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s and i hate it that people are so superficial and fake. oh wells i hate myself the most cause i'm the most superficial bitch ever. applause for my frank confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A SUPERFICIAL BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1349624078115488859?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1349624078115488859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1349624078115488859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1349624078115488859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1349624078115488859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/02/feels-so-nice-to-be-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4826910772186435409</id><published>2009-01-28T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:27:02.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's in and i hate it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to snap out of this game i keep playing with rvb. the dodging game of cat and mouse.&lt;br /&gt;except the cat doesn't catch the mouse and the mouse doesn't really aviod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it speaks so much about me as a person know, using a mouse to illustrate myself. i'm a runner. HEES like i run away from problems not like a 2.4km runner that kind of thing. i'm a timid little creature that likes cheese, is grey and dull. filthy. mortal enemies to humans in natural. ( unless of cause ur me. mouse who hates mice or some animal loving freakk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it really shone upon me how UN IMPORTANT i am. like whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i feel old and unwanted already! and i'm not even 16!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells life's so:&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable.thrasy.sucky.bs.unexpected.peaceful.hateful.loving.oxymoronical. you name it life has it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDP today was fun! eric is a hormonal crazed guy! so sweeheng larh. but whatever larh finding out he was hormonal crazed wasn't exactly what u define as fun so yar pdp wasn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirlynn was a dear today. and i hates myself for being so mean and selfish. oh GOD, what did i do to deserve such nice caring friends. rawr. i need to go find a defination of mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;anws shirlynn bought me my birthday present 6 months earlier. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever hear of be early pressents!! HEES.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ur present shir i like being a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur wondering what mooey pressent i got. toobad. it's a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get on to doing some serious revision and PHY.&lt;br /&gt;hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-4826910772186435409?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/4826910772186435409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=4826910772186435409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4826910772186435409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/4826910772186435409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-in-and-i-hate-it-already.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-4926212224265444146</id><published>2009-01-26T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:16:53.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese new year!! :D&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. hahas funnnn babaye. i have shuai cousins who used to be hideous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk! they were always shuai i guess. but ohwells never really noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws my brother and i started spassssing after that so hahaha. look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SX2pctaQ2eI/AAAAAAAAAdI/K1qbZFUjFMA/s1600-h/DSC02556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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LIKE ME. hohohoho. i'm like so un-cool. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws the whole cny celebration in school was the most exciting one i had in my 3 years in rv. (can you believe it!! i've spent 3 long long years in rv D;) i can't believe i'm going to be 16 this year. i still feel like a kid. so much for being in my pre adult years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole day passed in a flash. can't really remember but i harts shiny potpourri . they're so irritating that their cool! hahas. not making sense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was boring. pointless larh. not in the mood to train D; gayle don't every give up kaekae. you've got to at least have some achievement by the end of 4 yearssss. excel biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with a crazy bunch of people after. HARHARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go home intially.&lt;br /&gt;but cathy said she wanted to take 61 so i said i'll take with her to west mall. lalalas! then joycelyn told us that she could take 61 if she wanted to, which was stupid of her to tell us because we forced her to take bus with us after. FUNN. she missed 3 buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inthe end we all decided to go macs to eat. fattt. the bus ride was so embarrassing it was funny. cathy was soso random and joycelyn was a tomatoe. we freaked out like so many people larh. super funny. joycelyn is obssessed with the tramutised angmoh and cathy likes junming. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anws i think their lammer then kunf fu panda :D cute kidds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating with them was an eyeopenner. dixun. i dun eat unglam. u haven't seen unglamm!! HOHOHO. to literate how unglam they were, let me put it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a HUGE stack of tissue paper for myself cause i was scared that would soil myself. most of that huge stack went to cat and joyce. i only used 2 of that huge stack of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. joycelyn and cathy burbed non stop hahahahas! super funn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end we ended up being perverted. hmm. actually no. cathy started being peverted.&lt;br /&gt;she turned a cute little girl in to a..... cock sucking personn!! the cute little girl was like suking the stap of her bottle when cathy went like: " look that strap looks like a penis!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed non stop after that. i have peverted juniors. stop saying i corrupted them!! they are already corruptt! HEEEES. esp cathy. hor joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my saturday at home watching korean dramas. sucker. hate myself for not being disapline... sianns. went out for awhile to go for cell group. talked about familyy. haha. so language arts lesson. glad there's no school on mondayyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to develop my mummy's birthday present after that/; super cheapo. AHAHHAS. but i waited like 1hr plus plus for the photo's to get like developed okayyy. super suck.&lt;br /&gt;want to see the pressent??&gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! dun show you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was just boring. played with like many dogs though i really hate animals/;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going visiting tomorrow. lalalallas! my papa's not even in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today. the blood of the cross is a blessing. thankyou nice sweet lady who blessed me today. may god bless you with fruitfulness and love.and happiness and fame :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SXx3OMCmkFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7VqYM19i5Sw/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SXx3OMCmkFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7VqYM19i5Sw/s320/DSC02271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295238347514875986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1154298920032961140?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1154298920032961140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1154298920032961140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1154298920032961140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1154298920032961140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/hohoho-while-youre-having-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SXx3OMCmkFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7VqYM19i5Sw/s72-c/DSC02271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-5072323161482664479</id><published>2009-01-23T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:31:30.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thegayle.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/12/127146.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you i was introverted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5072323161482664479?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5072323161482664479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5072323161482664479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5072323161482664479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5072323161482664479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/told-you-i-was-introverted.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-6577329295846400575</id><published>2009-01-22T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:04:33.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last post before end of dong year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to be a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF FOR BEING SUCH A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF FOR HATING EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF FOR NOT KNOWING WHY I'M LIKE THAT. so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for hating badminton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i really need a break from everything. i need to do something to curb this freakish disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay away from me or you'll get the hate everything disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-6577329295846400575?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/6577329295846400575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=6577329295846400575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6577329295846400575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/6577329295846400575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-post-before-end-of-dong-year.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-7020360848689771561</id><published>2009-01-14T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:26:05.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rules:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the statements that are true to you&lt;br /&gt;Bold and underline the statements that are true to you but you don't wish were true&lt;br /&gt;bold half if it's half true&lt;br /&gt;Italicize and underline the statements that you WISH are true&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't watch TV these days. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I own lots of books. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've tried marijuana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;/u&gt; (!!!! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I curse sometimes. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I need money right now. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I talk really, really fast. &lt;/u&gt;(xinmun! changwei! i wanna be as cool as them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have long hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have at least one sibling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/u&gt; (!!!!) burping? does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have a lot of friends. &lt;/u&gt;(!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy talking&lt;/span&gt; on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.( does that mean i don't have to go to school :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I enjoy&lt;/span&gt; window shopping. (aka girl-who-blew-all-her-money's shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I would rather shop then eat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;( i eat too much!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/u&gt;(!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;completely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to have &lt;/span&gt;children in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have changed&lt;/span&gt; a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot to learn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am shy&lt;/span&gt; around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would die for my best friends.(!!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/u&gt;(!!!!) no career and no charm D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; free candy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friends's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am happy &lt;/span&gt;at this moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/s&gt; JUNFEI! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/u&gt;(!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;( i don't tie them. does that count?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love my job.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have jumped&lt;/span&gt; off a bridge.&lt;/u&gt; ( lets just say that some people have such a interesting life. WAIT I JUMPED OF LONDON BRIDGE :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I plan on achieving&lt;/span&gt; a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument. (!!!) i wasn't even proficient in the recorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think water rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I like sausage.&lt;/s&gt; pornnooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fall for the&lt;s&gt; worst &lt;/s&gt;BEST people. &lt;/span&gt;(sher, joyce, kat, jan, shir, 1e, xun, jas, bren, ho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.(!!!!???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.(!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I talk&lt;/span&gt; in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have&lt;/span&gt; jazz in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at least one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will collect anything&lt;/span&gt;, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean my room&lt;/span&gt; when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinmun! joline! shirlynn tan! joycelyn! joycelin! shereen! esther!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-7020360848689771561?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/7020360848689771561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=7020360848689771561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7020360848689771561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/7020360848689771561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-bold-statements-that-are-true-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-1788411446732190117</id><published>2009-01-12T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:47:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shereen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriend/ goodfriend/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Your impression of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F A T :D donno lerh.... shers just sher larhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheat my feelings? hohoho. dunno larh sec 2 was funnn :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The most memorable thing he/she said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what exactly is memorable? urrmmm. that alan likedd her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faint with joy! she's hort :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop stealing peoples food? stop punching me? and stop giving me pink things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno larh. chuan dao sumthing zi ran zhi rightxx??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.If he/she dies, you will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.What is it you want to tell he/she now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shereens a fat pigggg ;D LALALALLAL. boreddddddddd. lets go out! stop studying so much. and study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of he/she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardworking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncomfortable. feel like thowing me into imh. HOW WOULD I KNOOOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. The characteristic(s) you love abt yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you wna be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno, felicia chin? hahhas i want to marry dao ming si!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily too! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. hoching&lt;br /&gt;2. shirlynn&lt;br /&gt;3. wanyi&lt;br /&gt;4. janice&lt;br /&gt;5.joycelin&lt;br /&gt;6. xinmun&lt;br /&gt;7.  brenda&lt;br /&gt;8. yawen&lt;br /&gt;9. kathy&lt;br /&gt;10. dixun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.Who is no.6 having a relationship with? ( xinmun )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!! nola. she's probably dating some audi fwen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.Is no.9 a male or a female? ( kathy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homosexualll! :D female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.If no7. and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? ( brenda and dixun )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blender already got somebody, but as friends their okayyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.What is no.2 studying all about? ( shirlynn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phy chem geog math chinese languageart. and animeaaa. however u spell it. she;s nuts about renjii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22.When was the last time you chatted with no.3? ( wanyi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm i dunno, what u mean by chat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23.What kind of music band does no.8 likes? ( yawen )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!!!! jap songs! she says it's the coolest! oneday she'll learn to appreciate my singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24.Does no.1 have any siblings? ( hoching)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayeaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25.Will you woo no.3? ( wanyi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YARRRRRRRRRRRRR! but she dowan me luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26.How about 7? ( blender )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she oso dunwan me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27.Is no.4 single? ( janicee )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in one years time. NO. i'll find her a bf personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.What is the surname of no.5? (joyceeee )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wong bong hong dong dong! doraemon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.What is the hobby of no.10? ( dixun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing the guitar? singing? hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.Does no.5 &amp;amp; 9 get along? ( joyce and kat )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31.Where is no.2 studying at? ( shirlynn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RVHS. 4ccccccccccccccrazzzzzzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.Talk about something for no.1? ( hoching )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK and sexy. blacks the new sexyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33.Have you tried developing feelings with no.8? ( yawen )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to rape her, she wanted to rape sumone else/;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34.Where does no.9 live in? ( kathy )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaron's house? urmmm nola bukit gombak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35.What colour does no.4 likes? ( janice )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! ewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36.Are no.1 and 5 bestfriends? ( hoching+joycelin )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm dun thinks so. ohwells they are friends larh. no such thing as best friends right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37.Does no.1 have any pets? ( hoching )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar a stinky dogggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38.Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? ( brendaaa )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH. her legs are sexxy de, and her body damn hort. yo horny ppl she's takennnnn OKAY. taken by me! hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. What is no.10 doing now?(dixun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's probably online or sleeping dunnnno :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-1788411446732190117?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/1788411446732190117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=1788411446732190117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1788411446732190117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/1788411446732190117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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-37551840.post-5157419674577327152</id><published>2009-01-12T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:02:44.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SWtNdLBBRyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YVsHuboD_G8/s1600-h/sahara+desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SWtNdLBBRyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YVsHuboD_G8/s320/sahara+desert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290407350845392674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you that i went to Egypt during the hols?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-5157419674577327152?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/5157419674577327152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=5157419674577327152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5157419674577327152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/5157419674577327152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-i-told-you-that-i-went-to-egypt.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YdHiEidZfEM/SWtNdLBBRyI/AAAAAAAAAbU/YVsHuboD_G8/s72-c/sahara+desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37551840.post-3429035587188619451</id><published>2009-01-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:18:50.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast one b4 i godo my extension activity. hatex bio.&lt;br /&gt;today's xiahui's birthday so happy birthday XIAOHUI.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's grace's birthday so happy birthday GRACEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brokeness plague me. still trying to repay 2008's debts. howhowhowhow?&lt;br /&gt;resolution 2009. stop borrowing monaye by the truck----loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to follow jesus. no turning back no turning back~&lt;br /&gt;o.o love christian songgggs. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall change the bring me away song even though i love rainie sooo.&lt;br /&gt;and brendaye limmm your blog doesn't pwn mine. tylm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh hahahhas! i shall change it to meteor rain song!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;love's dao ming si love's dao ming si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohaaaa. last resolution before i go missing. BE EXCELLENT. train harder.&lt;br /&gt;smile more and be &lt;s&gt;wacked up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY. HAPPY. HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreadd the joy gayle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37551840-3429035587188619451?l=thegayle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/feeds/3429035587188619451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37551840&amp;postID=3429035587188619451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3429035587188619451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37551840/posts/default/3429035587188619451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegayle.blogspot.com/2009/01/yoohooo.html' title=''/><author><name>gayle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345985654231920245</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>
