<?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-7896348</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:38:40.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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>534</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115999642348087153</id><published>2006-10-05T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T05:13:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/urockiroll.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving to lj because it gives me options : private &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ornot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because its time to be honest&lt;br /&gt;i want to let you read me the way i am&lt;br /&gt;see my life the way it is&lt;br /&gt;and there is no way i could do it here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im more comforted, i might tell u why.&lt;br /&gt;but for now, read me at my new place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115999642348087153?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115999642348087153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115999642348087153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/10/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115922416616030873</id><published>2006-09-26T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T06:42:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when life throws u too many curveballs in succession</title><content type='html'>the realization jolted through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;must.learn.to.appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past months i have been feeling resentful over the way the Almighty made us-powerless to control our existence, without even the opportunity to decide when to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were made to live, and live we should&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet there are so many struggling with their next breath, with the determination to last as long as possible. i feel superflous, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am superflous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jaded i wake up not knowing why im here. i can only see the beauty in the person next to me, yet afraid it'll disappear within a blink. holding my hand, reassuring me over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i really the older one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115922416616030873?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115922416616030873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115922416616030873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-life-throws-u-too-many-curveballs.html' title='when life throws u too many curveballs in succession'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115913321105881133</id><published>2006-09-25T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T05:26:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it aint supposed to be here</title><content type='html'>my recent stuff,pretty obvious it was done on a whim when i was broody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/tainted.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far from perfect,the brushes arent aligned properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/bw-pensive.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a b&amp;w on a colored photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime for the kid .haha kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115913321105881133?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115913321105881133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115913321105881133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-aint-supposed-to-be-here.html' title='it aint supposed to be here'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115891554843143662</id><published>2006-09-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:59:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been too long</title><content type='html'>am sick,coughing n coughing and it somewhat impairs my ability to lead &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; normal lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully in a little longer (fingers crossed) we will move to a better newer place :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115891554843143662?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115891554843143662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115891554843143662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='it has been too long'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115785351364604122</id><published>2006-09-10T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T09:58:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when u stopped holding me tight</title><content type='html'>i haven't felt this unwanted for the longest time ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115785351364604122?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115785351364604122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115785351364604122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-u-stopped-holding-me-tight.html' title='when u stopped holding me tight'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115781675890160061</id><published>2006-09-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:45:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh but the joys of retail therapy</title><content type='html'>spending money brings me shortlived pleasure-having bought a hoodie which mildly advertises branding....err Starbucks it is (lol) hell yeah, i love starbucks and i've just spent 200 odd grivs to look like an employee(though im still keeping my fingers crossed that i look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better than that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the coke shirt.&lt;/span&gt; and its real coke as in coca cola not the cocaine one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling bad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel that there is nothing obvious for me to be sad about but this sadness thing is tricky..it seeps into spaces u least expect and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neurotism takes over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i start sulking :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a lifestyle of just eating fries n drinking Rhumba (now defunct) with the mouse. and maybe shopping with chen.and eating fajitas too big a serving with bottomless juice at Chilli's.and then finish it with chocolate cake from Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe then i'll have less to whine.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time,just treat me like a child and feed me chocolates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115781675890160061?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115781675890160061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115781675890160061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-but-joys-of-retail-therapy.html' title='oh but the joys of retail therapy'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115747178388560300</id><published>2006-09-05T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:56:23.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remembering you</title><content type='html'>memories.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if its better that it exists or would life be sweeter if the knowledge of everything we've done just evaporates,never to be thought of again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to songs i used to love reminds me of the past.it is a comfortable feeling of familiarity laced with fear of reliving the very incidents which had me in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this deep seeded fear that i'm losing myself and will never be completely me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i could sing along to songs i loved..is just so contrary of me unable to even 'listen' out the lyrics to songs these days.i have this disability to hear the lyrics sung.i only hear the melodious tune of songs, and i enjoy them without understand its lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave solitude yet i m accustomed to company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sometimes so painful just to listen to songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115747178388560300?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115747178388560300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115747178388560300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/09/remembering-you.html' title='remembering you'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115678819504928599</id><published>2006-08-29T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:03:15.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do not want to be here either.</title><content type='html'>wait.wait.wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it amazing how ur fingers tap faster and ur mind goes overdrive when anger tempts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's difficult and i really hate being vague.but being straight to the point has never been my forte, as chen n the mouse would know.gah.i miss them,maybe its time to open gmail and rant instead of this very public display of behsongness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115678819504928599?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115678819504928599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115678819504928599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-not-want-to-be-here-either.html' title='i do not want to be here either.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115678737827841176</id><published>2006-08-29T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:49:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just because</title><content type='html'>dont blame me for being a woman just because pms follows me like a plague, and never fails to show up each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it,of all things constantly changing in my life, this is a permanent feature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.the irony of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115678737827841176?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115678737827841176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115678737827841176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-because.html' title='just because'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115662048470073733</id><published>2006-08-27T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T03:28:04.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just about time</title><content type='html'>i wiggle my toes 258937547987239847 times&lt;br /&gt;yawn a couple of million more&lt;br /&gt;shed a tear or two&lt;br /&gt;flop around my bed-oh they call it &lt;em&gt;tossing n turning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink many sips of water&lt;br /&gt;check n recheck my phone-yes the tapping one&lt;br /&gt;pulling the wedgie my thong creates on my ass crack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the struggle to fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115662048470073733?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115662048470073733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115662048470073733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-just-about-time.html' title='it&apos;s just about time'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115636055504624033</id><published>2006-08-24T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:15:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold my hand and let me fall asleep feeling safe</title><content type='html'>back fr jb,with grandma in tow.am i glad or what(im really!) i pestered mom to let grandma follow us back.mrs lam was worried about grandma being fussy(sounds familiar?now u know where i get the gene fr) with her food and how i must cater to her every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be busy(i think) catering to grandma's needs.which is refreshing i guess since it's ever so often that other people cater to mine,and hardly ever vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian replied my text 10 days late.i was lazy to tap (tap because that's how my phone is-it only allows tapping,not typing) a reply and he sent me another. that poor math teacher of mine needs some attention fr me but im here,still too lazy to tap a bloody reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why my sentences are punctuated by too many ()s its hella irritating but i dont know (for the moment) how to explain certain things better without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im up again and im waiting for the feeling of drowsiness to come over me and i hate waiting alone in the darkness with only my wonky babypillow and a thin blankie to cover me so im here.again.at odd hours like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get myself asleep soon as i have promised my mom i'll take care of grandma(see im taking this taking care of grandma business very seriously) and that means i'll have to make sure she has her breakkie and her pills on time later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is honesty an overrated virtue or is love an excuse for everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you lovely people for ur congratulatory greetings.i cant say i didnt expect us to come this far because i had every intention to make it work.and it was due to these intentions of mine that we had a rough start.let's save this for another day (but ur welcome to email me and ask me exactly what im talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall try to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:falling asleep alone at night makes me feel lonely :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115636055504624033?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115636055504624033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115636055504624033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-my-hand-and-let-me-fall-asleep.html' title='hold my hand and let me fall asleep feeling safe'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115610845875734443</id><published>2006-08-21T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:14:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here we are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/6months.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: forgot to add in, &lt;em&gt;thank you for being you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115610845875734443?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115610845875734443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115610845875734443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-we-are.html' title='here we are.'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115609777142616628</id><published>2006-08-21T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:16:11.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you hear me,raw and naked.</title><content type='html'>there are some wonderful people out there...then there are the (i cant describe in polite words) people..who imho outnumbers the nice ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know how to express it but im feeling resentful towards all the idiots who have previously or recently offended me.some people are deliberate,some are just plain stupid not to realise.are the blur ones more forgivable?just because &lt;em&gt;they dont know they are doing shit? &lt;/em&gt;i dont know, but being blur cannot be the excuse for anyone to behave like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its pre-pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period's not due till the time im supposed to be back at where-i-hate.thank you to the ones who keep me sane over there.butthen again,these days people change.and i dont know what to feel anymore.i miss the comfort of being with people that i trust, that i respect, that i know will not harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so off the wall i cant even write what i want to.the words do not come, i only feel the used to be familiar ache in my heart. what is it that is overtaking me? it comes n goes,each time leaving a void bigger than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate me for saying it here.because it makes me fucking weak.and u fucking bastard who cant see me happy can smile and gloat now.before i pick myself and piece the broken me together up into a whole shining brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and none of u can break me.except for those that i love.i'll forever be at their mercy.the doll held by strings to her heart,strings meant to be tugged at whim and fancy.just be gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>A Walk In My Fathers Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Part 1: At the Jetty&lt;br /&gt;i've always wondered how it would be like to walk in my dads' shoes...i've always been to young to follow the captain aboard a ship, but last nite i had my chance, the time was 730pm and daddy radioed in and 'the jo oak' replied "we're anchored and waiting for you to board"... there in the horizon in front of the harbour several ships were anchored only illuminated with its powerful spotlights...back at the jetty we boarded this 10metre long pilot boat called 'rocky 1' its mission to take us to the ship.. there on board i got my crash course from daddy on how to recognize ships from a distace..first right is known as starboard, left is known as port...err im not to sure on the spellings but bear with me ya hehe... front is called bow, and back is called stern... owh ya at nite if u cant tell which side of the ship is facing u, the green light indicates that which is on the right n red is for left..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so there i was at the bow of rocky 1 looking as it grazes the water and sea breeze in my face it felt like i was in an entirely different world..come to think of it i've never been out to sea...before long we're reached this vessel spanning 200 metres long we made way round the stern its width 30 metres wide and in bold black it was written JO OAK.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;looking back down at sea level beneath it lies the huge propelers and just the shape of the stern is chilling coz i know, this is no place i'd like to fall into...i've always had this fear of falling into deep seas with huge ships next to me...but last nite it wasnt so bad, maybe i was too small back then when i first got this phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Onboard The Tanker!!&lt;br /&gt;a familiar theme song played in my head..its the freakin theme song from the pirates of the carribean..there we were at the starboard side of the ship a ladder was dropped down..daddy said to watch him go u 1st and to climb slowly going 10 metres up and to slip means u might find yourself crushed between the ship and the boat...the adrenalin kicked in coz my imagination kicked in into me pulling out a sword as soon as i reached the deck..haha yeah i know gotta supress this Captain Jack Sparrow syndrome here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;after coming onboard we were escorted to the control room..i swear the layout of this ship is like one of those james bond games i used to play haha... wow 40 feet up and the view is magnificent..its just like the feeling those 747 pilots being 10 metres above ground..but this is different, the overview of the deck as it turns 270 degrees starboard..an hour later after proceding foward we've reached the jetty the orders were 'stop engine' the slight rumbling of the stern was felt like those sci-fi flims when thrusters were reversed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;now its time to 'park' this big heap of metal..imagine this no brakes and we cant accelerate or else we risk crasing into the jetty...so the technique used was tug boats to push from the starboard and resistance from 200 metres of drag from the port side, but then the weather took a sudden change, wind came blowing from the stern and rain followed... there in the waters i saw rocky 1 n the tugs fumbling about the water, but the docking had to be done orders were given out to secure the ship lines were dropped to tie it down, i came onto the viewing platform..and the first advice i got from my dad ever since i've finished secondary school.."hands off the metal or you might get struck by lightning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;...it made me think how does a ship ground current especially if its carrying 25 tonnes of oil as cargo!!... hell of a firework display if it doesnt...and finally it was done 8 ropes in total and the ship was secured..never would i have imagined that we actually docked stern 1st!! its like doing a parralel parking at a totally different level haha...all in all it was 1230am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3:the descent&lt;br /&gt;the captain of the ship said his thanks to my dad, and i thanked him for having me on board...and he said good luck future pilot..i smilled and said 'one day' and all my father did was giggle..i think he knew this son didnt have the physical capabilities of living a sea life haha... luckily the rain stopped and the winds calmed a little... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;we went down the same ladder back onto rocky 1, woah going down is even scarier...and we're off back to the port where we were parked 20mins away... i stood on the bow and felt that pirates of the carribean thinggy going on again..haha only this time the smell of palm oil was prominantly in the air....haha kk back to reality, before docking i knew fully well we're coming back the next day to bring it back out to sea, and its really a unique expirience to be finally able to witness...thanks dad for the expirience and giving me all into making me the man i am today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115606319575525245?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/polaroid1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are talking about wasting time productively arent we? =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115584933476258678?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115584933476258678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115584933476258678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-really-bedtime-but.html' title='it&apos;s really bedtime but..'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115576105202332697</id><published>2006-08-17T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T04:44:12.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought u might like to know ;)</title><content type='html'>just slightly pass midnight, downstairs at the Lam household :&lt;br /&gt;3 of its (only) occupants were congregating,each busy with activities of their own.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lam was just about to start wolfing down a hot bowl of laksa flavoured Nissin noodles filled with extra ingredients such as:fish cakes,too much lettuce,meatballs and charsiew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lam was the cook,but Mrs Lam couldnt help pottering about due to her mistrust in her daughter when it comes too all things household.(but that's another story altogeher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway the very determined Ms Lam(me) was steadily building up a sweat on the long neglected stepper exercise machine *gasp* all the while resisting to take a bite fr the bowl of nissin noodles she cooked earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs Lam was just walking around lamenting about how wrong it is to be eating at such hour,and how weird it is to be exercising at such hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was it,a pretty normal situation in my house.my dad doing something,my mom commenting,and me doing something totally irrelevant.but its just ironic that my dad was &lt;em&gt;eating &lt;/em&gt;while i &lt;em&gt;exercised &lt;/em&gt;and my mom &lt;em&gt;complaining&lt;/em&gt; about eating supper.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its somewhat weird to be blogging in 3rd person.which reminds me..haha my sayang used to love doing it.speaking that way,i mean.i found it amusing ,yet at times impatient because he just wouldnt go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly at lost for words.when i was in the toilet earlier i had things running in my mind..as usual a few things in haphazard directions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few random bits&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i wore my betty boop adicolor out today!&lt;br /&gt;its about time i re color my toe nails&lt;br /&gt;im wearing the fuchsia thong chen bought for me on my 16th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be going for fondue tomorrow *hops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang going on a roadtrip..then a &lt;em&gt;boattrip &lt;/em&gt;ahaha dont worry sayang,dont be afraid of the big bad SHIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arh im dying to squeeze a certain Pinky's cheeks.bedtime!(to ponder about it la,dont think that he is lying right there on my bed waiting for me to squeeze his cheeks ok!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115576105202332697?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115576105202332697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115576105202332697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-u-might-like-to-know.html' title='thought u might like to know ;)'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115566551404589400</id><published>2006-08-16T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:11:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no fried tofu for me today :(</title><content type='html'>fried tofu man at ss15 tuesday pasar malam disappointed his biggest fan (me!) today!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;SULKSULKSULKSULKSULK&lt;br /&gt;i walked n walked down the entire foodstalls area a few times and the stall wasnt there *the horror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no fried tofu.replaced by fried wantan that i didnt finish,onde onde that i didnt finish(which i regretted not taking home) and....Indomee! ehehe which i forced me to eat cause i couldnt bear the thought of being right in the midst of ppl eating and and me not eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kiasu.and its indomee we are talking aboout.hahaha maybe someone's singaporean whateverucallit rubbing onto me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sg wang yesterday and i bought myself another lala outfit which someone isnt gonna let me wear hmmph its so unfair that pinky gets to wear whatever he wants while i cant &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry sayang just now gave u some minor fibrillations =p i feel so sayang-ed that u were worried when u couldnt get through to me!i was on the phone,doing my usual kepoh things *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off to bed soon,nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115566551404589400?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115566551404589400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115566551404589400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-fried-tofu-for-me-today.html' title='no fried tofu for me today :('/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115541646164003769</id><published>2006-08-13T04:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T05:04:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/broken1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115541646164003769?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115541646164003769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115541646164003769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/ironic.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115523318240164046</id><published>2006-08-11T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:06:22.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>the previous time i felt the sudden surge of emotions(mainly L.O.V.E) for pinky, i photoshopped and made that thing(scroll down abit).tonight i felt similiar,but im too bogged down by the spiralling thoughts in my mind which leaves no space for inspiration of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am distracted by my flaky,cracking soles*sigh*i need a pedicure but im not patient enough to sit down for one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was decluttering my laptop and i deleted the chat logs which amounted to quite abit of space..and i saw our first few chats.driven by my own curiosity..with slight trepidation and fear i clicked it to read.and there it was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidence of our earlier-days awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be kidding if i say im not the slightest bit affected by it.the usual anxious thought crept up 'will we ever be reduce to that again?''if yes,how..and why?' i hate my inner rambling thoughts sometimes because apart from allowing me to multi task it also pushes me into some self deluded worries.and that poor pinky hasnt done anything to warrant this inexplicable insecurity (mine) which pops up when we least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i relived the sweet moments of getting to know yous exchanged btw us.the exciting fear of knowing somehow, &lt;em&gt;i m falling for this boy.&lt;/em&gt; knowing and yet not walking away from it.because i couldnt.could not bear to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sayang treats me like a princess :) small gestures like wearing me my socks and bending down to help me fit a pair of shoes to try on.catering to my almost every whim&amp;whine..and most of all his ability to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed now.tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115523318240164046?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115523318240164046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115523318240164046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115520555439994574</id><published>2006-08-10T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:16:55.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since when</title><content type='html'>feeling happy becomes a time bomb preceeding an eventual explosion of hurt and drama. spent the past few days in the company of those i love. but it put me into a perpetual fear of not knowing what's gonna happen next to burst the bubble of happiness im in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating my fav college days food - fried tofu at pasar malam reminded me of days gone by.back then it was different people i went there with.some still a permanent fixture in my life..the others a distant memory.i looked at the beautiful people i went with this time and i feel a sense of contentment, &lt;em&gt;i felt so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anngie called me while we were chatting and i had to scramble downstairs to chat..oh well thanks alot u, u made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came back up to realise that i have forgotten what i wanted to write about.&lt;br /&gt;dont blame me, its the short attention span i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps : pics to be up,but i hope to edit them first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115520555439994574?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115520555439994574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115520555439994574'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115498289663581121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115498289663581121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have.html' title='I have..'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115481121387753366</id><published>2006-08-06T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T04:53:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a year older but none the wiser?</title><content type='html'>just came back bout an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;had a nicenice time today with my girls&lt;br /&gt;so happy so happy (please imagine me bopping about)&lt;br /&gt;i got me a brown corduroy bolero/vest and a white top :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suen picked me up in the afternoon and we went shopping in bangsar&lt;br /&gt;then dinner time my parents picked me up fr bangsar and we had dinner at sime darby convention centre near klgcc&lt;br /&gt;yummy yummy chinese food ;)&lt;br /&gt;and then they dropped me off at mont kiara for jazzfest*snore*&lt;br /&gt;sorry,but i dont know how to appreciate ehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was happiest because...&lt;br /&gt;oohlalala..dont wan to blog it cause someone out there is a dumbass *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go to bed now&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow the quest for BettyBoop Adicolor begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,photos up when i can edit them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115481121387753366?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115481121387753366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115481121387753366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/year-older-but-none-wiser.html' title='a year older but none the wiser?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115454709416552364</id><published>2006-08-03T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T03:37:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/momni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first attempt at using lace brushes...it was difficult for me,didnt really know what to do with it so end result is this weird hybrid of funk and antique lace which doesnt quite have the oomph :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a super pleasant makes me meltmelt abit kinda afternoon at pyramid.finally watched Superman Returns..hahaha funny funny movie left me feeling the same way i felt after wathcing the Pirates of the Carribean.im so happy today !thanks alot lil mouse :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laura likes kitkat chunky peanut butter so much i feel all warm inside when i read her blog.am so glad i made someone happy.its funny how a little something goes a long way when its given to the right person ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get some rest now *hops away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115454709416552364?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115454709416552364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115454709416552364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/mommy-and-i_03.html' title='Mommy and I'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115445615594917604</id><published>2006-08-02T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:17:38.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/pinkyivy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"All human wisdom is summed up in two words - Wait and Hope"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alexandre Dumas Pere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;patience is what pinky always taught me.maybe it's time to horne the skill and put it to good use.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115445615594917604?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115445615594917604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115445615594917604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-promise-you.html' title='I promise you'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115437594337931706</id><published>2006-08-01T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:59:03.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Fariq, you have competition :D</title><content type='html'>Muahahaha the first pair of red shoes i fell in love with..Adidas Adicolor Betty Boop *melts* oh so cute n shiny satin with velcro!! so ol skool hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl my lil mouse is here with me and see what she taught me to create :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/ADIDAS-SHOES.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so proud of me! so happy *bops around* pumpumpumpum&lt;br /&gt;ok gtg the point of blogging is to post that up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, Ms Fariq wants Kermit the frog..HAHA kermit sayang im gonna have ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115437594337931706?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115437594337931706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115437594337931706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/08/ms-fariq-you-have-competition-d.html' title='Ms. Fariq, you have competition :D'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115428057883006958</id><published>2006-07-31T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T01:38:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back fr the island</title><content type='html'>sayang sayang!happy to see the elusive blogger posting something up *hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i touched Nemo!small little clownfish in the palm of my hand!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very OTT but i was really really excited :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took few photos of redang trip partly cause i wasnt in the mood,and other part-pls blame Laziness.so i edited some photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and babygirl left for Jing's place to stay for a night before departing for Redang Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang001edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang010edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought Rotiboy all the way to KB for Jing and her family and had to smuggle them in due to AirAsia's no food onboard policy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang006edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang022edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the afternoon of our arrival we decided not to join the snorkeling trip out of sheer laziness and headed for the beach instead after a long nap.thinking back i feel silly...haha should've gone snorkeling..then i would've seen turtles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang029copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photos taken at the beach right at Laguna Redang resort where we stayed.the place is hella nice,rooms are clean and very spacious..with capasity for 4ppl-every room has 4 beds! our package include meals..so its buffet all the way..yummy one at that *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang042edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 2nd day we followed the morning snorkeling trip to Marine Park.Marine park actually has a beach..and right after getting into the water fishes swam around us.going deeper you can see even more fishes but it was my first day snorkeling so i was afraid *smacks self* of the WATER *muka malu* and babygirl was afraid of fishes (haha), so poor jing had to deal with 2 screaming kids &gt;_&lt; href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang038edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang076edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our last day morning jing went to see the sunrise with uncle loh so this is actually a shot taken by her so nice right?as you would've guessed we were too lazy to wake up so we slept through the so called 'sun jumping right out' sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang082edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the More More Cha Inn from the movie Summer Holiday..ehe now turned into a souvenir shop.Laguna Redang is also famous for being the More More Cha resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang090edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is taken at the jetty right before we left.see Laguna has a proper jetty so we dont have to hop out of the boat into the sea and waddle to the shore..haha like some other resort :p&lt;br /&gt;oh the shortie is the nice and abit hamsap lifeguard/boat driver who took me snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/Redang094edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is with Pawi the guy who took Jing snorkeling instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw nemo during our 2nd snorkeling trip,it was the open sea one where we had to hop off the boat almost right in the middle of nowhere into 30 feet deep waters.hahaha freaked out i was but i hopped in anyway so this Reza guy must have sensed my distress so he took my hand and told me he'll take me around to see the corals n fishes.i saw manymany fishes big and small,ugly n cute,colorful and dull!of course having nemo the clownfish in my hands is the icing of the cake but i like rainbow fishes too.Reza pulled me all over the snorkeling area leaving jing and babygirl worried for my safety and they tried hard to catch up *so sweet* and they ended getting Pawi to take them instead :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swam with baby sharks too!not exactly cute..but quite fun.the boys offered to bring us to see the baby sharks in the evening so off we went.the water was choppy so it was quite difficult to swim even with Reza holding me,some other guy with fat belly holding babygirl and Pawi holding smalljing. me being the most pathetic (as usual) saw only like 4-5 baby sharks..hahah to think that i didnt even realise i was looking at them the first time i saw them :p babygirl saw 10!! and smalljing went really far out and almost manage to see the big big mommy shark but she had blurry vision cause she wasnt wearing her contacts ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to another place to touch christmas worm corals..so so cute n colorful small little things.Reza pushed me down under water and made me touch them...they disappear when i touched hahaha silly color ful things..i got so excited i screamed and all the salty water went into my mouth :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw blue sand too! but lazy to tell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115428057883006958?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115428057883006958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115428057883006958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-fr-island.html' title='back fr the island'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115402155773042812</id><published>2006-07-28T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:36:18.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another kit-kat???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/239/3160/1600/Picture(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/239/3160/320/Picture%2863%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;alright there it is finally got that kit-kat image i wanted up 2 weeks ago...haha got this specially for my sayang, sorry but there wasnt any trace of kit-kat sakura but this is just as much japanese as that haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its almost two weeks since i've been here and 4 days since my sayang went splish-sploshing in redang...miss u so so much...just the warmth of ur smile, the joy of ur company and my partner in crime of food indulgence haha...well ur coming back tomorow so once again we're closer to each other and off galavanting once again...dont worry k sayang we'll find a way to c each other, theres still a lot of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well anyways today i made my way down to nilai had me ikan bakar and loads more wierd stuff we dont get in ukraine wif the company of maya her brother n this friend of mine called alvin...gona be here for a day or two to get away from all the hassle of the city life..never really liked a busy life and coming back to an empty house.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115402155773042812?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115402155773042812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115402155773042812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-kit-kat.html' title='another kit-kat???'/><author><name>Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721696445000124378</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115368248895597924</id><published>2006-07-24T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:21:29.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry bikini goes laguna</title><content type='html'>the surreal feeling of holding his hand while he drove us downtown late at night overwhelmed me.it felt like my wish came true, even better because it wasnt even what i thought of wishing.i got to see my sayang everyday since he came here, and im so grateful and happy for it i dont know who to thank.it's stressful at times cause i have to sneak around..but so many people helped :) you know who you are *hugs* thanks alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think of me and him&lt;br /&gt;i did not expect him to be here with me in subang, in kl...where i feel is &lt;em&gt;truly my home.&lt;/em&gt; having him with me when i do my favourite things (mostly shopping!), eat my favourite food,try new yummy things..at times just being able to look at him being right here with me fills my heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got more than i bargained for&lt;br /&gt;mommy being very nice,allowing me to go out often without giving me any drama&lt;br /&gt;sayang got car to use-spoilt pampered pig! but hor, i damn happy about it of course =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday night we celebrated our *th month erm..anniversary ^_~&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at pizza uno, then we couldnt decide where to go we ended up in the backseat of his car parked at Taipan trying to decide.when i read back what i write (now) next time im so gonna cringe at all this mush, but it was so nice sitting down doing nothing, having him around.we decided to go kl to meet his friend BuBu (haha!) who is *almost as cute as his name&lt;br /&gt;it's weird but being with sayang,holding his hand while he was driving that night made me feel happiness tinge with sadness.i felt sad when i looked out of the window staring at the cars passing by...think im not accustomed to being happy.because when i am, i wonder when it'll be shattered and i start getting paranoid thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want to talk aobut that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway yesterday i went to 1u with mom n dad and they got me some stuff :p but the flats i wanted at vincci was sold out in my size *the horror!* then they dropped us off at taipan and we met up with fan and suen.so happy seeing them,had a short yamcha sesh then we ran to the boutique in taipan to get yoga pants lol and that was when my sayang popped over to see me and teman me buy my pants *happy happy joy joy* pinky was there for a short while then off he went to pick his mom up. guess i didnt say it, but i was so happy to see him.hmmm didnt let him know cause that time merajuk about something...hahaha as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we are flying to KB.smalljing gonna pick us up and we'll be there till friday cause &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we are going to Redang!!&lt;/span&gt;  im not that excited now when i think of pinky being in kl and me being in KB (we were supposed to go together but thats another story) but nevermind, i'll try to make the most of of my holiday with babygirl and smalljing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my eyelash curler fr shu uemura!so excitedbut i lost my annasui mascara *smacks self* dunno where it went so i cant use my new eyelash curler, pinky and i spend the evening in 1u then at midvalley where he teman me get my lasenza things (hah if u must know,he helped me pick out panties :) we saw this guess bag i kinda like..am not so sure bout it contemplating if i want to spend anymore $$ on a bag but just like everything else i cannot resist.we have a deal, the bag has to look nice on me and also him!u know why?cause he's gonna help me carry it ehehehe, smart right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called  him just now and i heard his manly not manja sleepy voice *melts* so yummy.i love u sayang !eat more!take care!i'll be back on friday!then saturday we go Sunway Lagoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone today,because i feel so looooooooooveeeeeed &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115368248895597924?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115351119203955598?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115351119203955598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115351119203955598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-its-our-th.html' title='so it&apos;s our *th ..'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115315817929907745</id><published>2006-07-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T01:42:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinky comes to town!</title><content type='html'>so he's here, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;had a tough day of 'work' today&lt;br /&gt;will be that way for this week i reckon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better now,im even a tad happy :)&lt;br /&gt;cause tomorrow im *keeping my fingers crossed* going to see pinky after more than 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my mom wont give me any drama about going out tomorrow *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115315817929907745?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115315817929907745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115315817929907745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/pinky-comes-to-town.html' title='pinky comes to town!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115307680122020435</id><published>2006-07-17T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T03:06:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say you,say me</title><content type='html'>i could very well be the dumbest girl around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the one with the hugest trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate (dont fault me for using that word,for thats how much resentment i feel) &lt;em&gt;feeling this way.&lt;/em&gt; dont ask me waht way, because i dont have pretty words for it.and i know frustration is tailed by disappointment,followed by fear and then sadness will come and happily(not being sacarstic) plonk itself on its special place in my heart and stays there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i felt this way?i made apple+pineapple jam.maybe i should go wash the toilet instead.at least mom will be happy :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115307680122020435?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115307680122020435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115307680122020435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/say-yousay-me.html' title='say you,say me'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115306803814566509</id><published>2006-07-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:40:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only in singapore 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;only in singapore2, but 1st sorry there was supposed to be some new cool kitkat pic that was supposed to come with this blog but but my phones infrared is on pms mode....this is a follow up article by another author of course haha...well after a week and a few days back from that wretched land i kinda miss it, coz there is where i can be with the illusive pink hipoo trotting and hopping with no limits or boundaries... living far apart is a tad challenging (crosses fingers and hopes for the best)-as in hope like these two weeks of abstinence ends soon!! although during this time period alone i got so many new nick names, hard to figure out which one is the cutests haha from 'onde-onde' to 'cream puff' even got 'ding-dong boo' 'silly boo' and even 'round-round one' haha each on different occasions n seperate reasons hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;feeling excited right now coz tomorrow morning i'll be going down to kay-el to start my practicals, but thats not it..the only reason im excited is that i can be closer to my sayang hehe..kinda corny, i know, but its the truth...second thing i need is a car, made my mom promise she'll rent out a car 4 me haha...cant get to her without this iron steed..but then again sayang did say she was willing to pick me up buahaha (hops in syok sendiri mode)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;also i want take this opportunity to wish jingle bell a happy belated 18th b'day!! and may you forever be 18 hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;owh ya on my defence i wasnt the only web cam bum flasher..as it turns out karma did go back to u dear :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115306803814566509?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115306803814566509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115306803814566509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-in-singapore-2.html' title='only in singapore 2'/><author><name>Fariq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08721696445000124378</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115298882658059960</id><published>2006-07-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:51:25.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dimsum n pink earrings</title><content type='html'>on thursday babybestfriend jiaxin asked me to accompany her to this Tomei event at sunway hotel ballroom..it was a formal so fun we got dressed up on a weekday night,spent a few hours eating good food and drinking free booze and came home with tiny string of pearl necklace and vouchers :) love it..more so since im on hols !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was thinking of my little chat with chaiwye the other night and he said to me 'im just waiting for u la,princess' hahaha it made me squeal with glee (so not cool,haha) but i was excited and glad when i think of how many years it has been me n him being best friends of some sort.yesterday he called me and asked me if i wanted to go for some 'family' sale for cosmetics heard MAC would be sold but alas today's momy's birthday so i have no hope of going anywhere like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was smalljing's birthday on friday.wanted to bring her to TGIF but they close early,so thurs night we made our way to Cristros after my formal tomei thing at sunway.hope smalljing will have another year full of happiness and may her *special* wish come true ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning we had a surprise for mom at tai thong restaurant for breakkie.dim sum *slurps* jing,kang,jings mom, me,babygirl and dad were there.jing went to so many places looking for the perfect cake for mom, and in the end they bought her York cheesecake (orsomething like that) from Bakerzin, 1u.the cake was so beautifully made even my dad took a slice - he doesnt eat cheesecake.im happy cause mom is happy.still managed a minor surprise for her even with my dad being sotongblur and dishing out info about it THREE times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy now.spent the whole afternon after my taithong dimsum feast loitering in Sunway Pyramid was quite bored but was stuck there had to wait till mom n dad pick us up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have jings pressie n my mom's to get.not exactly sure what they would like.guess i have to think of the kinda things &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; would like then i'll prolly get an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know i dont like :&lt;br /&gt;skirts i dont/wont wear&lt;br /&gt;and most toyplushies (cause i have so many i can line my entire cupboard top with it)&lt;br /&gt;things that i dont use,that will need a space on my table&lt;br /&gt;i want and hope to get jing something she will like *thinks hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha im hella fussy with my things,both in the aspects of acquiring them and keeping them :D&lt;br /&gt;i tihnk Chen understands me most when it comes to this..Fan too.butthen again,nothing much can go wrong with urban decay goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye peeps im gonna start watching pinky full time at webbie now *excited*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115298882658059960?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115298882658059960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115298882658059960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-dimsum-n-pink-earrings.html' title='of dimsum n pink earrings'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115269913576205179</id><published>2006-07-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:12:15.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*heartache*</title><content type='html'>it sucks to be misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;sucks more to keep people waiting to go out with you while you sit around doing nothing at home yet &lt;em&gt;still refuse to go out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115269913576205179?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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anyone put up photos of themselves unattractively(badly) dressed? then i came to a conclusion, &lt;em&gt;they think they look hot &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats quite mean but there are just some people who do not deserve humility nor random acts of kindness simply because they behave as if they do not need it. but really, my first impression of the photos were, &lt;em&gt;'omg that's one group of badly dressed people'  &lt;/em&gt;then i looked at the photos..and i ended up laughing to myself .so shoot me, im evil. hahaahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would so totally like to show my girlies.and bitch bitch bitch.haven done that in ages.damn.just last night chaiwye asked me to crash his psychology class in imu to check out the people there.apparently they are a weird lot.hmmmhmm.so i might just do that.a whole afternoon of people watching and bitching.how fun,especially so with the queenbitch &lt;em&gt;himself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am wondering when i'll get to hug my jiaxin,when i'll get to lame with chaiwye,when i'll see the lil mouse,fan,suen and suyi again *sigh* sometimes i wonder if im at fault for being lazy to go out.sometiems i consider the drama mrs lam might give and it turns me off so i'll rather just be a potato at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have my precious like the lil mouse and fan who will pop over and layan me :) i feel so lucky and loved indeed...hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gulps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading back on what i just wrote i realise that its better i refrain fr late afternoon blogging ^_^&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt wanna get caught bitching &lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115269525179933056?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115269525179933056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115269525179933056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-cracked-me-uphow-u-thnk-u-look-hot.html' title='it cracked me up,how u thnk u look hot ;)'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115255324199415784</id><published>2006-07-11T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:40:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey dijon melts my heart</title><content type='html'>i found new love!&lt;br /&gt;omg im munching on Kettle's potato chip honey dijon flavour its gonna be my fav potato chips ever love it more than pringles and even ruffles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been satiating my food craving recently.had ipoh hor fun for dinner with large juicy beansprouts *yummy* and earlier today we had early lunch at uncle lim..and there's sushi in the fridge now (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babygirl n i went to carrefour to stock up abit on junks,bought my vitagen finally yeayeay and yoghurt drink oh i've been deprieved of it for quite abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im harassing pinky online..making him flash his bumbum lalalallala which of course he has to layan to avoid all the drama that will pop up if he doesnt..ahaha see, thats why i love technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get ready for bed.another boring day tomorrow at the hospital.hah speaking of that, im lazy to blog about the drama the dr gave us !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115255324199415784?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115255324199415784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115255324199415784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/honey-dijon-melts-my-heart.html' title='honey dijon melts my heart'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115230340514414883</id><published>2006-07-08T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T04:16:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in Singapore,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/kitkat_sakura.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG sakura kitkat-wtf is it?&lt;br /&gt;I wan! i wan! i wan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*open eyes bigbig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang sayang, can you please get it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha u'll get an additional 10 mins of tummy rub for it :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115230340514414883?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115230340514414883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115230340514414883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-in-singapore.html' title='Only in Singapore,'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115230004015172065</id><published>2006-07-08T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T03:20:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so happy!</title><content type='html'>met up with the girls esp tab since she is running off to singapore to start work ..!&lt;br /&gt;so fast right?unlike me..another 2 years..(but im not complaining)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy!&lt;br /&gt;*insert hops emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel loved,cherished,comforted,excited,and sayang-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky is back home!his hse la of course..but its still nice at least he is nearer&lt;br /&gt;its totally wonderful how he makes me feel loved and not forgotten even though he is not physically here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin off to watch my korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;me n baby girl watched a whopping 12 hr straight last night..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115230004015172065?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115230004015172065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115230004015172065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-happy.html' title='im so happy!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115195609030336813</id><published>2006-07-04T03:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:48:10.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im</title><content type='html'>HOME but without my luggage.its missing.&lt;br /&gt;what a bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115195609030336813?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115195609030336813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115195609030336813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/07/im_04.html' title='Im'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115148664996346983</id><published>2006-06-28T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:35:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of me and you</title><content type='html'>meant to blog properly but im &lt;em&gt;occupied &lt;/em&gt;now by the thoughts of Seth Cohen so a short post it is,only photos with minimal description :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday we had our lunch at Buffalo Bill's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelatiqueen and her food :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/cheryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babygirl was there too but she refused to be photographed..like movie star like that *hmmph*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went shopping and pinky bought 2 new tops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because he had new clothes we &lt;em&gt;had &lt;/em&gt;to take photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was meant to be a bumble bee not an angry creature but i guess accidents do happen hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then after jumping around taking fat photos of me and phat photos of himself its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00044co.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115148664996346983?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115148664996346983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115148664996346983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/photos-of-me-and-you.html' title='Photos of me and you'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115135605330974077</id><published>2006-06-26T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:09:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hold ur hand next to my heart</title><content type='html'>im upset :( yesterday we sent babygirl off and i couldnt help but feel sad thinking of my impending departure as well.i wish my pinky can go back with me.i really really really wished so.and i did the only thing i could to make that happen-i changed my seat to a later date and had to be waitlisted for almost 2 months before it was confirmed.and now it is, but pinky is not going back with me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks when things happen out of your control.i wanted to fly over to visit chen and then go back with pinky, that also i couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate goodbyes.hate hate hate hate it ;( then again, at least i have an extra week.wish i could see things in a more positive manner i guess its just this talent i lack.instead i end up allowing sadness to overwhelm me,overriding everything else which might be even more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired.off to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115135605330974077?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115135605330974077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115135605330974077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hold-ur-hand-next-to-my-heart.html' title='i hold ur hand next to my heart'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115113035639337485</id><published>2006-06-24T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:25:56.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER AND DONE WITH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha am not as thrilled as i thought i fell dead asleep for 12 hrs or so and now im awake so early in the morning waiting for my babygirl to wake up so that we can go out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babygirl going back tomorrow, but im not.different this time round cause i choose to stay back for pinky and also cause i didnt wan to fly alone back fr sing-kl &lt;-- damn useless, i know. so im going back with smalljing instead on the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fr now till the 1st, i'll have nothing to do but shake legs.hahahaha.maybe i should start dieting to lose the fats i gained this sem :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to blog already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115113035639337485?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115113035639337485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115113035639337485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-are.html' title='Exams are..'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115087044796706498</id><published>2006-06-21T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T14:14:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minum milo anda jadi sihat dan kuat</title><content type='html'>so i had plenty of what i was whining for...SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky is not too happy yesterday..hopefully he'll feel better by the time he wakes up today.i feel sad but i refuse to allow myself to get bogged down by it so at least i can try to cheer him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sayang sayang sayang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hostels being a bitch again and hot water supply was off the past week or so.boiling water the ol skool way to bathe and ihave to use that 'senduk' thing to bathe.anyway i dont know if that thing u scoop water with is called senduk ornot that word just popped up in my head :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh after i painstakingly took my buffalo bath the hot water came back.hmmm things like this always happen just like yesterday i &lt;em&gt;ter&lt;/em&gt;-studied the wrong topic.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinking milo now i love it so i feel so comforted whenever i drink milo :):) hopping over to wrap pinky up into the blankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115087044796706498?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/stars.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115068492238795942?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115068492238795942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115068492238795942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/queen-pose.html' title='Queen pose?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115051539409230253</id><published>2006-06-17T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:40:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my pinky, his name is Fariq</title><content type='html'>pinky is so unbearably cute i want to squash him flat and fold him into a ketupat and stuff him into my pocket :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i can bring him wherever i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for the water to boil so that i can make milo for my sayang.he stirred in his sleep, asked me who im chatting with and then told me 'im hungry,i want kitkat' with his eyes barely open *melts* found the last bar of cafe latte kitkat for him so he chomped it all up within seconds and fell back asleep right after !OMGOMG i feel like im taking care of the most demanding pet ever and im not complaining..not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to gosok pinkys tummy when he wants to fall asleep, rub his hair when he wakes up halfway and make him milo (if i can) when he wakes up...hahaha now i know...taking care of a pet - full time job lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my pinky, awake n &lt;em&gt;jorjeous &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/20060429_00036copy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's him..manja on the bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to stay awake till Hygiene consultation later at 10 :/&lt;br /&gt;getting excited cause im gonna buy cherries to stuff myself with and buy chocolate spread so that i can make cupcakes to stuff my pinky with :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life &lt;em&gt;would be &lt;/em&gt;a bliss if there arent Hygiene Exam involved..but alas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115051539409230253?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115051539409230253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115051539409230253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-my-pinky-his-name-is-fariq.html' title='this is my pinky, his name is Fariq'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115042034402769086</id><published>2006-06-16T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:17:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backdated photos are better than none...no?</title><content type='html'>im thinking it's been a long time since i posted photos..ahahah chen are u missing me? here's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics taken one fine day when i shopped till i had -ve balance left and had buritos with ryan for tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/20060512_00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/20060512_00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ever so messy room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/20060512_00072edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/20060512_00075edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say i look like so mafia lady in this pic..and also some 70's chinese opera singer :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be studying.bwahhaha.back to the books.love u peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115042034402769086?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115042034402769086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115042034402769086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/backdated-photos-are-better-than.html' title='backdated photos are better than none...no?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115032665133530867</id><published>2006-06-15T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:10:51.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doggystyle it is!</title><content type='html'>im feeling so blessed ;)&lt;br /&gt;love u babygirl! and thank &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;gelatiqueen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with chialit last night.he was very funny.the whole situation is funny actually.chialit is one of my bestfriend's ex *ahem* and its really great that we remain friends till today.friends that can playfully jab at each other, and we made plans to meet up last winter hols but tak jadi so we are attempting again this winter.. probably another no show but its silly cheap thrill to be planning things like this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i have happiness served to me on a silver platter..yet at times it disappears fr my grasp within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to wash my feet.errr maybe you dont have to know that :D hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115032665133530867?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115032665133530867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115032665133530867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/doggystyle-it-is.html' title='doggystyle it is!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115021531666819236</id><published>2006-06-13T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:16:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it seems</title><content type='html'>i woke up remembering i had multiple dreams,none of which are spectacular.i feel relieved i woke up while its still bright, i really dont like waking up to darkness..it leaves me low spirited and somewhat depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today even with the evening sun streaming through the window, sadness awash me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are just things that will not change, no matter how much i wish for it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only learn to deal with it :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115021531666819236?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115021531666819236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115021531666819236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-it-seems.html' title='so it seems'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-115006915019733825</id><published>2006-06-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:39:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are not the only dumb one i meet :p nyenyenyenye</title><content type='html'>been lazy n unmotivated..haha so i was watching antm at any given chance and it doesnt help that pinky is a naughty hoppy thing always looking so cute&lt;-- hell yeah he is a distraction ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the story is...the bastard with skin as thick as buffalo hide that &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;my neighbour (the one who was using all MY stuff without asking for permission blablabla) got really pissed off one day i finally told him off about using my stove. cut the long story short well i was boiling a pot of water and he took my pot off the stove and replaced it with his kettle without asking me so that &lt;em&gt;finally &lt;/em&gt;got me angry enoguh to confront him.he was really angry when i did that as his friends were in his room when i insisted and refused to let him use the stove.bwahaha fucker with pea-brain and reasoning capability of a 10month old cant even figure out that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;if the stove is mine i get to use it whenever i want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so he was let me repeat, really really angry that i told him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next thing he did was....&lt;br /&gt;to ask fariq to leave my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W-T-F?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave MY room?now this is yet another reason to justify me calling him pea-brained cause obviously he doesnt even have enough intelligence in him to figure out that fariq was in my (not his) room and what rights does he have to ask fariq to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg sometimes his dumbness leaves me dumbstruck-no pun intended :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then blablabla we argued back abit and he said if fariq doesnt leave my room he'll beat him up :0 hahahaha drama drama... he said that and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;that is exactly what he did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pea-brained bastard striked fariq 3 times and my sayang ended up with a bleeding nose so we call the ambulance and brought him to the hospital for a check up, made an official complaint and finally now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BASTARD HAD TO MOVE TO ANOTHER ROOM FOR TRAUMATISING US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish i could just laugh evilly at his predicament..but karma forbids ;) so i shall just be good and be contented with having gotten rid of him and his smelly body odour and hanging underwear and dirty laundry in the toilet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooops.i've just realised that even right after i said &lt;em&gt;i will stop bitching about him &lt;/em&gt;i cant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*insert evil laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-115006915019733825?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115006915019733825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/115006915019733825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-not-only-dumb-one-i-meet-p.html' title='you are not the only dumb one i meet :p nyenyenyenye'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114963036328805407</id><published>2006-06-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:46:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crazy very berdrama incident happened to me n pinky last night&lt;br /&gt;but for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce u our Star of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v496/p0is0nivy/IMAGE_00088star.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Chen *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;may your life be filled with wonderful moments to cherish :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chen is the star of the day cause chen is turning a year older today &lt;em&gt;which also means that she is another step closer to auntie-dom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyenyenyenyenye *sticks tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna eat my nissin noodles now byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114963036328805407?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114963036328805407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114963036328805407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/crazy-very-berdrama-incident-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114937364016843084</id><published>2006-06-04T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:27:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me,for a few weeks more</title><content type='html'>its that time of the sem again&lt;br /&gt;me find myself with my ass stuck to the chair facing the green wallpapered wall in front of me trying to study&lt;br /&gt;the difference is, this time i made too many a futile attempts at it&lt;br /&gt;i have been so busy ,somewhat busy but not really but blogging just slipped fr my list of priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i cant even stop myself for a second to truly understand what im feeling, how can i string those thoughts together and form sentences to express them out in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been happy.so happy i've been pigging out-bwahahaha &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i had yummy meatballs with spaghetti bolognese for dinner today&lt;br /&gt;and i stole 3 cupcakes fr smalljing in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;then i went on to buy nutella to &lt;em&gt;bake my own cupcakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the sweltering heat is melting me-literally&lt;br /&gt;i am bathing more often than i've ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gtg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114937364016843084?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114937364016843084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114937364016843084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-mefor-few-weeks-more.html' title='this is me,for a few weeks more'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114918704897110021</id><published>2006-06-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:37:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Queen!</title><content type='html'>Oooo someone's just turned 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/hope_your_birthday_gently_breezes_into_your_life/254708.html"&gt;Hope your Birthday gently breezes into your life all the choicest of things and all that your heart holds dear Have A Fun- Filled Day.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear chanshuk,&lt;br /&gt;i guess u know what im referring to in that quote above ^_~&lt;br /&gt;apart fr the obvious, i also meant plenty of delicious yummy food, endless supply of clothes and the odd amount of confidence when ur spirit runs low..and of course when u need a hug &lt;em&gt;or breakfast-errrm make that brunch&lt;/em&gt; u know where to find me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114918704897110021?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114918704897110021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114918704897110021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-my-queen.html' title='Happy Birthday My Queen!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114894172028752770</id><published>2006-05-30T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:28:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so partner supermarket is closed.and has been for a year plus.hmm hmmm</title><content type='html'>omgomgomg i tihnk i've just &lt;em&gt;made me jeng &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woe is me as im fidgeting around with my lightened hair&lt;br /&gt;oh yes im whining indeed *sulk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it rained and we got drenched as we reached the class which ended as we reached.yeah,we were 15 mins late and arrived just in time bid teacher goodbye :/&lt;br /&gt;then we went to a hospital half an hour away to eat lunch in a stinky cafeteria after collecting the teacher's signature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the we decided to &lt;em&gt;do that thing to my hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway not all's bad,babygirl has really nice brownish hair, gelatiqueen has hot pink streaks!&lt;br /&gt;nicenice,&lt;br /&gt;even nicer if im way satisfied with my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedtime n gulingguling time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114894172028752770?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114894172028752770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114894172028752770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-partner-supermarket-is-closedand.html' title='so partner supermarket is closed.and has been for a year plus.hmm hmmm'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114868087891415441</id><published>2006-05-27T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:02:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wan yellow laces</title><content type='html'>my &lt;em&gt;breadloaf-according to gelatiqueen &lt;/em&gt;adidas buenos aires is currently laced green and boxed..hmmm im prolly not making much sense .hehehe but i so like~i love my pinky for lacing my shoes so nice so nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need to tie shoe laces anymore! well not that i had to last time...but the thought of not having to tie is great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smalljing is here tonight..hehehe spoilt for choice who to hug tonight *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea,tomorrow i'll be stomping around in my shoes with my fav people :p goodnight now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114868087891415441?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114868087891415441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114868087891415441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114849894640317055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114849894640317055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-feeling.html' title='im feeling..'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114832772058438631</id><published>2006-05-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:55:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mochacinno</title><content type='html'>today i was thrilled by the the discovery of a nescafe vending machine at the obs &amp; gyn dept. hahaha yeay that means it'll be a total breeze sneaking out for a cuppa &lt;em&gt;in the midst of the lesson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata no time to blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114832772058438631?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114832772058438631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114832772058438631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/mochacinno.html' title='mochacinno'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114799024385402185</id><published>2006-05-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T06:10:43.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guling off</title><content type='html'>HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;pinky just fell off the bed&lt;br /&gt;*insert evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114799024385402185?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114799024385402185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114799024385402185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/guling-off.html' title='guling off'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114787739432742957</id><published>2006-05-17T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:49:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pointless entry #4596890780</title><content type='html'>happiness pops up in the form of not-so-flaky,quite soft white bread ;)&lt;br /&gt;which i have just feasted on wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;grilled white bread with a slab of butter and melted cheese = yums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i do have more to say but the words fumble itselves up around my head rendering me with a confused stream of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i feel...strangely comforted,a little afraid and quite happy&lt;br /&gt;massive change from yesterday cause i ah...&lt;em&gt;sulked over a rather silly matter which matters to me alot. &lt;/em&gt;matters to me alot yes,but it doesnt discount the silliness of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114787739432742957?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114787739432742957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114787739432742957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/pointless-entry-4596890780.html' title='pointless entry #4596890780'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114764646727030040</id><published>2006-05-15T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:41:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend that was</title><content type='html'>i had quite a fabulous weekend indeed ;) on friday i was sad,but a double dose of retail therapy sure helps.ryan and i had buritos for afternoon teatime at buffalo bill..this place with quite nice ambience.right after that we met up with sayang,smalljing,mimi,tehpao and ch for korean food..but upon reaching there we saw that it's already closed down :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 salads and 2 juices for dinner *yummyyummy* my pinky so layan allowing me to have whatever i wanted but ended up i had to finish up my fruit salad by myself *insert pouty face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning we went to my fav supermarket and spent 2 hrs there collecting lots of goodies :):) yummy yummy stuff to fill our tummies with..hehe pinky bought Evian mineral water for like..10 bucks *shakes head* so cute haha and i bought my fav parmalat cherry juice and a whole lot of other things that i like to eat..oh yea and tuna too cause exams are coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we went to watch this tarik tali match...woah burly fat men pulling ropes..more exciting than i thought it would be hahaha i watched for pretty long (amazing really, me standing under the sun watching something without alot of complains) till i was falling asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i dozed off we walked back to smalljings place and a long time during the walk my sayang forgot to hold me hand *pout* by the time i almost finished pouting we reached jings place and i fell asleep and woke up when i realised that i drooled.hell yeah, OMG i drooled on smalljings pillow, malunye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm sleepy already continue story tomorrow..goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping alone tonight :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114764646727030040?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114764646727030040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114764646727030040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-that-was.html' title='the weekend that was'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114744298831155585</id><published>2006-05-12T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T22:09:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad friday afternoon</title><content type='html'>this is me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/small.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114744298831155585?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114744298831155585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114744298831155585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/sad-friday-afternoon.html' title='a sad friday afternoon'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114739109216213044</id><published>2006-05-12T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:44:52.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me &amp; Them</title><content type='html'>the familiar constrictive feeling on my heart came back to me tonight.i was sitting next to him, lulling him to sleep and he said something to me.something which had me twisted in knots and speechless cause it meant so much to me.then i thought of my parents..and i feel pain.i feel the pain i know i will cause them yet at the same time i feel the pain &lt;em&gt;i &lt;/em&gt;will feel if i choose to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could love be so beautiful yet hurtful at the same time?&lt;em&gt;why &lt;/em&gt;arent we made to just appreciate the way it could fill us up and make us whole, why is there always a catch?so profound the meaning of love, so exhilarating its effect but so damaging it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lamenting about my recent flab-gain.but i failed to realise the genuinity of my smiles for the past month.i conveniently forget the times i felt that i couldnt smile &lt;em&gt;from my heart &lt;/em&gt;anymore (lil mouse,u remember this dont u) or the moments when i almost gave up on trusting anyone.im still me, still failing to register what is ultimately more important.still having that heart overruling everything.still crying at the drop of a hat.(or the shaving of pubes ;) still craving for dimsum at odd hours.still a hug-a-holic.still so reckless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least now im in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just please dont ask me how i can go one living each day knowing im hurting the ppl who brought me to this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114739109216213044?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114739109216213044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114739109216213044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-me-them.html' title='You, Me &amp; Them'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114726409491511294</id><published>2006-05-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:28:16.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dragon i could be ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sayang and i got our own shisha :D&lt;br /&gt;so happy (even though its not pink but blue)&lt;br /&gt;it came with 4 different flavoured tobaccos, apple,vanilla,mint and cherry&lt;br /&gt;and a roll of charcoal-all this in a long bag :):)&lt;br /&gt;smalljing they all brought it back for me from egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;it's a good thing i find it rather difficult to set up&lt;br /&gt;or else i'll be having too many lazy afternoons smoking up in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i can take photos of it to show..but im lazy and im not having ch's camera&lt;br /&gt;went over to jing's place the past 2 days..both days had nice satisfying dinner&lt;br /&gt;last night my dinner consisted of various instant noodles and leftover parmesan spaghetti which i ate with the leftover lemak curry..yummy yummy&lt;br /&gt;dont think small jing is bad for feeding me leftovers n instant noodles.. haha i love it lots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving for eggs now..contemplating and trying to resist cause i had my scrambled eggs this morning before i went out :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114726409491511294?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114726409491511294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114726409491511294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/dragon-i-could-be.html' title='the dragon i could be ;)'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114712513411605216</id><published>2006-05-09T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T05:52:14.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberries sisters</title><content type='html'>i've just finished washing my dishes with strawberry scented sponge and fruit cocktail scented dishwashing liquid ^_^ yeay fancy scented stuff that i like..hahaha im also using strawberry printed and scented loo paper! so cute..with strawberries printed all over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing about this country.. i found apple scented garbage bags as well..ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this scented stuff makes me a happy person indeed.jsut got my sheets changed to this REALLY BRIGHT yellow (abit the too bright) which is approx. 5 shades brighter than my quilt cover which is also yellow.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;bedtime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114712513411605216?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114712513411605216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114712513411605216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/strawberries-sisters.html' title='strawberries sisters'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114690555811484760</id><published>2006-05-06T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:52:38.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not quite the usual saturday</title><content type='html'>just finished phy. training class..not that i was trained in anyway..but let's not digress..haha&lt;br /&gt;i managed my 60 sit ups ! and im &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;expecting my applause&lt;br /&gt;weather so fine today, me n baby girl heading out soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to have a full day of classes today replacing monday but we managed to convince teacher to have yesterday a double hometask class..to replace todays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya,sounds complicated? to cut the long story short.. we have no dermatology class today ler *insert evil smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont want to blog already hahaha getting to excited..byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114690555811484760?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114690555811484760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114690555811484760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-quite-usual-saturday.html' title='not quite the usual saturday'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114670272012401203</id><published>2006-05-04T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T08:32:00.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the problem with Mcds</title><content type='html'>hah crazy of me in the middle of the night feeling like ranting bout the really sucky customer service over here. first up mcds.ah as much as u know i love mcds like there's no tomorrow, (used to eat fries almost everyday after college,and &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;pop over at night after working at topshop on random weekdays) i think the mcds here deserves the award for the lousiest service ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first gripe.hmmm being a Fast Food chain, ah it's already stated aint it?Fast Food being the tagline..well the Mcds here serve really slow.like...order,wait (for the burger to be made) wait for heavy asses to get the fries , wait for change, finally burger arrives..YEAY! can u believe it as a fast food chain with relatively high turnover they do not prepare the burgers beforehand?yesyes it'll be warm and whatnot when the food comes but trust me, if ur there at the time when ppl are waiting to board the train (its near the train station) u wouldnt mind having lukewarm burger instead of being squashed while u wait &lt;em&gt;not really in line,but not really out of it&lt;/em&gt; for u food while the mcds girl takes the order of the person after u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and the way the take the orders of the person after u &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;they are done with putting ur food on the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday when babygirl took away 3 strawberry pies for me they packed it wrong and put in 2 strawberries and 1 cherry pie instead.*si&lt;em&gt;gh* &lt;/em&gt;damn it the paper carton box shows DIFFERENT printing ,albeit in similiar colors (red) so im thinking, maybe just for ukraine,mcds corporation should considering producing blue or other equally different fr red color carton boxes to store their seasonal pies !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bengang bengang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have more complaints and i typed it out only to have my fat fumbling fingers accidentally deleting it :( well its something about how there was this one time when i bought chocolate mcsundae in waffle cone and he served it to me with a flat topped sundae..hmm hard to explain but it was stupid n dumb and his excuse was that the fudge is hot and there fore the sundae sunk.hahaha, why is it then all the other times when they serve it i'll have a nice cone sticking up? either he is a buffoon or he is taking me as one.argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this another complaint about having our Big Tasty burger halved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its bedtime and i miss pinky so im going to bed now to smell him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is corny, but as james blunt sang 'i know u well..i know ur smell'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hops away in laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114670272012401203?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114670272012401203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114670272012401203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/problem-with-mcds.html' title='the problem with Mcds'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114661029003219596</id><published>2006-05-03T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:23:47.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i could live just to hear this</title><content type='html'>had a long weekend of stuffing ourselves and rolling on the bed plus the unexpected splurge(clothes!) on saturday.. i wonder how i'd be coping with classes tomorrow. lucky me,lecture starts at 10 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago, pinky sang this for me. i have never pasted lyrics onto my blog..simply cause i dont really fancy the idea..but i was so touched because i think the lyrics are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SaatKu PejamKan Mataby: Tyco&lt;br /&gt;Tika ku putus harapan&lt;br /&gt;Kau ke depan&lt;br /&gt;Tika ku jatuh tersungkur&lt;br /&gt;Kau bangunkan&lt;br /&gt;Ku bersyukur kerana dikau ada&lt;br /&gt;Kau buat hidup aku sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Tika ramai yang membenci&lt;br /&gt;Ku kau sayangi&lt;br /&gt;Tika ramai yang memuji&lt;br /&gt;Kau mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Masaku bukan hanya milik kita&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi 'tuk dikongsi semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Andainya kau tiada, aku kan parah&lt;br /&gt;Kehilangan arah dan hancur rebah&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah segalanya makna kehidupan ku&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan ku tolonglah, beri ku restu&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam pelukannya di saat itu&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku dipejamkan mata ku&lt;br /&gt;Kau beri ku kekuatan&lt;br /&gt;Bila tertekan&lt;br /&gt;Beri yang ku perlu dan cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;Aku yakin akulah jejaka yang paling bertuah di dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat * )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga dia bersama&lt;br /&gt;Saat daku pejamkan mata&lt;br /&gt;Saat daku pejamkan mata ku&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan ku biarlah dia di situ&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tuhan ku biarlah dia di situ menemani diri ku&lt;br /&gt;Saat daku pejam mata ku&lt;br /&gt;Diri ku ingin bersama ke akhirnya&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila ku melamar katalah "Iya"&lt;br /&gt;Hanya itu saja ingin ku dengar&lt;br /&gt;Ku 'kan ikhtiar terbaiknya untuk mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment we sent jingjing off at the railway station, there wasnt a time when he wasnt with me..and it has been 4 days since.i cant express my feelings in words anymore but i want to say that im not regretting my decision not to go egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to bed now. i &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;hope to be able to blog my feelings someday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114661029003219596?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114661029003219596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114661029003219596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-could-live-just-to-hear-this.html' title='i could live just to hear this'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114644081360122778</id><published>2006-05-01T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:46:53.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes this is mush</title><content type='html'>overwhelmed by &lt;3 for my sleeping pinky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114644081360122778?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114644081360122778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114644081360122778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes-this-is-mush.html' title='yes this is mush'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114643599510833192</id><published>2006-05-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T06:26:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to,for it's been too long since</title><content type='html'>last Saturday's BBQ @ Marina lakeside&lt;br /&gt;a whole lot of photos! cause i borrowed CH's camera to use :D and yes,i've said it before and im saying it again, I DO LOVE HIS CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06004copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cholesterol laden goodness...satay chicken n premarinated minced meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06018copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GelatiQueen had to make do without gelati that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06037copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha editing at its worst &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06019copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey no leaves..though it's spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06020copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK's bag hanging on the tree branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06044copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fussypot,the jinglebell,the horni boy,and gelatiqueen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06056copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06059copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every self respecting camwhore...takes photos like this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06064copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different way of serving coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06075copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoes!happy n white, which isnt like that anymore by the time we went home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06079copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky pinky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06083copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06105copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one reads Cosmo, one reads the Bible, another is asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06085copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sayang and my jinglebell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06122copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06132copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CK on a tree (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06130copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a little walk with jinglebell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/BBQ06137copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a multichromatic image of the lake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well plenty more..but im lazy already.im on hols now! jing,chanshuk,mimi and CK went to Egypt.sent them off on friday night with much tears *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i baked cookies for the first time! burnt the bottom part but still yummy yummy cause its self made &lt;3 pinky and i spent the whole afternoon baking choc chip cookies till i fell asleep :P then i came home smelling of cookies ,hehe quite nice smell ok !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna climb inside the blankie to sleep with my sayang.nightnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114643599510833192?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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our chats.just reading the chats alone made me laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha to think at one point this bugger made me cry my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can read back and smile. i was thinking of closing the journal for good...but now im deciding against it.it was part of my life..very brief, emotionally taxing..but meaningful.i'll never forget that and now i've decided that i will not. whatever i wrote,pasted,posted will be kept in its original place and i will allow myself to look back and reminiscience when the need arises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im truly thoroughly regretting deleting our photos. God,i can be such a dumbass at times. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no u smart alec dont say im dumb all the time please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember u holding my hand while u drove me home in the wee hours in the morning, high on weed&lt;br /&gt;i remember u searching for my hand under the duvet because urs is so damned big i sort of got lost in it&lt;br /&gt;i remember u laughing at me, always laughing at the things i do&lt;br /&gt;i remember u remembering the cny lala track that i liked, and u turning the volume up when it was played on the radio&lt;br /&gt;i remember u cradling me on ur lap, while i told u everything i felt&lt;br /&gt;i remember ur constant jabs at me, and my subang being a jeng place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember my surprise when u kissed me&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i suddenly became sober fr nervousness when we took that lift up to ur apartment in silence&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i made u switch off the lights, only to make u switch it back on 5 mins later&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i told u i liked u &lt;em&gt;because i was trying to get over u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how &lt;em&gt;that did not happen and backfired on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember us being awkward around each other, with nothing and alot of things to say&lt;br /&gt;i remember us bickering about who to walk that 50m to pay for the parking-weirdly, we both insisted &lt;em&gt;to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember us sitting at burger king while u ate alone cause i was too nervous to eat.&lt;em&gt;of course u didnt know this then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,no la actually i had my dinner before that and i didnt eat much cause i was too freaked out :D i had my girls with me;suyi,chen,su en,tze to calm my nerves-erm it didnt really work but i reckon it would've been much worse without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here im now miles and miles away from u, thinking of the things i thought i have forgotten .My heart doesnt beat any faster, my eyes do not well up with tears, and i do not have that silly smile plastered on my face anymore,nor that longing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember u, i remember us, but im finally over u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114592103244276762?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114592103244276762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114592103244276762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-last-time-you-i.html' title='one last time, you &amp; i'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114591635669068158</id><published>2006-04-25T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:05:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>question #568947689547</title><content type='html'>why does happy delightful thoughts always &lt;em&gt;preceeds &lt;/em&gt;frustration, sorrow and disappointment?&lt;br /&gt;well, if its the other way round at least its comforting right..&lt;br /&gt;but no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just does not happen that way in life. well, at least in MY life if does not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114591635669068158?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114591635669068158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114591635669068158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/question-568947689547.html' title='question #568947689547'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114565943867634936</id><published>2006-04-22T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T07:38:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna hold ur hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3646/509/1600/BBQ&amp;Sari%20003a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3646/509/320/BBQ%26Sari%20003a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lake,as i see it now in monochrome (photo fr last year) &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we are going to BBQ by the lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;i was mighty excited about this weeks ago,but my excitement has waned lots&lt;br /&gt;cause my pinky will not be there :(&lt;br /&gt;i thought of holding his hand and sitting under the sun &lt;-- &lt;em&gt;err somewhat in the shade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole afternoon of doing nothing,staring at the not so blue,not so green,not so clear waters of the lake&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling sort of sad,sort of disappointed,sort of impatient&lt;br /&gt;i want hughug but i cant have it &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114565943867634936?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114565943867634936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114565943867634936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wanna-hold-ur-hand.html' title='i wanna hold ur hand'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114556906147133266</id><published>2006-04-21T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T05:37:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, You &amp; Him</title><content type='html'>im going to bed soon..just as i was tossing n turning the whole afternoon trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to wiggle my toes 2439832759837 times now to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;fall asleep i must,tomorrow must attend lecture.&lt;br /&gt;i have been slacking off.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should try drinking my milk and honey&lt;br /&gt;but whatever does not help falling into an empty bed&lt;br /&gt;not knowing when i'll be cuddled and hugged to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i havent left my unit for the past 26 hrs&lt;br /&gt;i think im on my way to becoming an urban,relatively hip hermit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished reading my book, The Dirty Girls Social Club.i dont know what to say of it, found it part draggy, yet sometimes so intense it brought tears to my eyes.i dont think it is the kinda book i'll read again...because its not exactly a feel good book.the ending was good,but i feel that it is an attempt by the author to give it a good closure..if anyone has it..i'll say that the part about Usnavy and Juan's love made me cry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today someone told me 'my happiness depends on your happiness' i feel the weight of those simple words on my shoulder.i woulnt have known this when i was younger,but it takes courage to love.i thought i knew how but really,i dont.now again, im attempting and im so goddamn afraid i'll trip and fall and hurt myself but i will be brave because i want it to work.and i could never have done it without him, without knowing that when i fall,  he will be there to pick me up.just like all the other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as crazy as it sounds, i believe that you dont choose to love &lt;em&gt;because when it comes you do not have a choice.&lt;/em&gt;love chooses you, it comes and fill your heart so that you could make another person smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114556906147133266?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114556906147133266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114556906147133266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/me-you-him.html' title='Me, You &amp; Him'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114552862030806984</id><published>2006-04-20T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:23:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes so much sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had never been broken-hearted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114552862030806984?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114552862030806984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114552862030806984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-makes-so-much-sense.html' title='It makes so much sense'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114539301430019034</id><published>2006-04-18T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:43:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the guessing game i play too often</title><content type='html'>is it me, or is it you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114539301430019034?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114539301430019034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114539301430019034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/guessing-game-i-play-too-often.html' title='the guessing game i play too often'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114537623172905388</id><published>2006-04-18T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:03:51.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mou liu bestie's old flame</title><content type='html'>so im browsing my friendster again..and i checked jon's page..haha u must be wondering which jon ey?lets just say chen would know which jon..the one who took +math tuition with me at jul's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i rememeber that our jon here used to be after my bestie! HAh..the little rendevous of our sec sch days..i remember distinctly this particular discussion btw chenny and i..its about how a guy,usually not attractive to us, will seem somehow more so when we go out at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i believe it so.i fell into a 5 year crush at night too. does my previous sentence make sense?chen,cheryl remember teh tarik shop right below john quek's tuition?remember that one day in september when i ponteng tuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later,and here im.no more john quek asking me to stop distrupting the class..no more sneaking out at night, no more teh tarik shop..goddamn it,even john quek's tuition place has moved too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've finally gotten over it. ehehehe i deserve a tatt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah back to jon.i saw his graduation pics.awwww.chen! im wondering if u even remember jon. *giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>my first ride</title><content type='html'>yesterday me n ck went to the park&lt;br /&gt;we rode horses,went boat pedalling and we went on the ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;where i had a superb time laughing at him&lt;br /&gt;cause believe it ornot, ck was freaking out as we were moving up...freaked out by heights :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha i threatened to jump so that our carriage? will shake&lt;br /&gt;the expression on his face? - priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114531095164222424?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114531095164222424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114531095164222424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-first-ride.html' title='my first ride'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114506011094645120</id><published>2006-04-15T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:15:10.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight maddness</title><content type='html'>once..a long time back,i wrote of my first crush ever.&lt;br /&gt;guess who i just saw on friendster&lt;br /&gt;yes,Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG the world is just too weird.&lt;br /&gt;or i should've known when i stumbled upon Pohleen's page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114506011094645120?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114506011094645120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114506011094645120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/midnight-maddness.html' title='midnight maddness'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114503530789234012</id><published>2006-04-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:24:43.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah for the love of u, me and eggs</title><content type='html'>i want lesportsac tokidoki !&lt;br /&gt;question is, is it worth my 400 odd rm for a teeny weeny handheld?&lt;br /&gt;inner self says &lt;em&gt;but its tokidoki!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tokidoki..but its still not L.A.M.B which i definately love much more&lt;br /&gt;aah.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of L.A.M.B babies, im &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;regretting that i didnt make Hong swipe her CC a few more times for me when Ebay had them a plenty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out with pinky today :) &lt;em&gt;err to eat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plov"&gt;plov&lt;/a&gt; *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah stop blinking with fright, or surprise&lt;br /&gt;i havent change my mind about plov, just... &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, one of my lovelies suggest and egg party&lt;br /&gt;venue : Gogalia 74&lt;br /&gt;time : when pinky is ready&lt;br /&gt;bring along : 20 eggs &lt;-- that'll be a total of 100 potential chicks we kill tonight *urgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*some kinda rice, could be salty,hard or occasionally, yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do some shopping&lt;br /&gt;of all things &lt;em&gt;not available for me to buy here &lt;/em&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my neighbour just knocked on my door asking me to lend him my BBQ equipment&lt;br /&gt;apparently someone told him that&lt;em&gt;  his neighbour-me &lt;/em&gt;has it&lt;br /&gt;i find it amusing&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, cant stop laughing about it&lt;br /&gt;ppl i dont know, knows me for having BBQ sticks&lt;br /&gt;AIYO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114503530789234012?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114503530789234012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114503530789234012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/ah-for-love-of-u-me-and-eggs.html' title='ah for the love of u, me and eggs'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114483784836355819</id><published>2006-04-12T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:30:48.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mush overload!</title><content type='html'>the ppl at 74Gogolia made a cheesecake &lt;em&gt;just for me&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;strawberry cheesecake to be exact..&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for me at the freezer&lt;br /&gt;so happifying&lt;br /&gt;it was a trio effort&lt;br /&gt;mimi mixed the cheese,ch did the crumbly base, and my jingle bell nicely arrange the strawberries into a heart for me &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love comes in many ways&lt;br /&gt;sometimes in the most unexpected, pleasant manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning jingjing made breakfast for me&lt;br /&gt;i had konlo mee,fish fillet,porkball soup,tomato juice,almond milk and cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;last night we chatted till we both fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;just like how we used to&lt;br /&gt;missing those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked me to bring my cheesecake back, but i refused&lt;br /&gt;i want to share it with them :)&lt;br /&gt;because i love them just like they love me :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do list for today: Clean up room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messy life abit harder to tidy up..but i figure i &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;do something bout the perpetual mess that makes up my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i didnt mention, no classes or lectures for us today *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114483784836355819?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114483784836355819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114483784836355819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/mush-overload.html' title='mush overload!'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114478127683978926</id><published>2006-04-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T02:47:56.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if u'd just let me say it</title><content type='html'>feeling so pissy now&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;better pack my things and hop over to jing's place before i explode in my own room&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;at least there'll be cheesecake waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the days of emo rollercoaster has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;must stay calm&lt;br /&gt;*rubs chest*&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaociao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114478127683978926?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114478127683978926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114478127683978926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-ud-just-let-me-say-it.html' title='if u&apos;d just let me say it'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114470754867549927</id><published>2006-04-10T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T06:19:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>from now onwards..&lt;br /&gt;there'll be no one to lookout for me&lt;br /&gt;no more frowning toy,no more sissy punk&lt;br /&gt;just me and me alone&lt;br /&gt;have i messed it up?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;maybe im being dumb (again)&lt;br /&gt;but hasnt it always, that my heart overrules my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;i promise not to turn back&lt;br /&gt;whether im sad lonely disappointed frustrated&lt;br /&gt;i cannot rely on the thoughts that he'll be there&lt;br /&gt;i must learn to cope with it by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eventhough i know he'll be watching over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, the undeserving one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i disappointed everyone who cares&lt;br /&gt;im comforted by the fact that they say they still love me and &lt;em&gt;will be there&lt;/em&gt; shall the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;my job now is..&lt;br /&gt;to ensure that it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have to figure out how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114470754867549927?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114470754867549927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114470754867549927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114459700371104314</id><published>2006-04-09T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:36:43.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairness was the rule..but maybe not so *wink*</title><content type='html'>spent my saturday after different fr usual..cause i was indulging in potentially auntie activity like.. &lt;em&gt;judging a cake decorating contest.&lt;/em&gt; (applause please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had immense fun, and was awed by the efforts and the creativity put into it by the contestants..omg there was a cake with a princess on top *melts* then there was one with fully edible chocolate shapes like butterfly and flower made by the contestants themself..which amazingly..comprised of a &lt;em&gt;boy&lt;/em&gt; and a girl. hmm i know..i sounded sexist..but no not really, i was more amazed and pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bonus point? haha i had roti jala to eat..*slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, my mom and vinvie and i are in a 3 way chat&lt;br /&gt;vinvie is reporting my recent fat gain to my mom&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;so fun&lt;br /&gt;baby girl is s38-ing, my mom is layanning&lt;br /&gt;emoticons popping out&lt;br /&gt;mom also layan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BKT for dinner..yumyum&lt;br /&gt;gonna cook rice soon..started boiling the soup at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;hopefully by 8 or so i'll have a decent herbal taste :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna hop off... and i wan to say it again... i love cake decorating contests! (judging and peeking, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; entering..of course teeheehee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114459700371104314?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114459700371104314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114459700371104314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/fairness-was-rulebut-maybe-not-so-wink.html' title='fairness was the rule..but maybe not so *wink*'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114440016448892985</id><published>2006-04-07T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:56:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You said it</title><content type='html'>one step forward two steps back&lt;br /&gt;what are the &lt;em&gt;purposes&lt;/em&gt; of intuition&lt;br /&gt;when all it does is bring about doubts&lt;br /&gt;making the step forward fearful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114440016448892985?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114440016448892985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114440016448892985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-said-it.html' title='You said it'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114435537369236714</id><published>2006-04-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T04:29:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of shits and milky goats</title><content type='html'>been lazy and pretty much unmotivated&lt;br /&gt;motivation strikes when im in class, immersed in the discussion and stressing bout getting the right answer..&lt;br /&gt;haha but it disappears soon after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cessation of my blogging is due in part to my laziness, and my lack of boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i was visually assaulted, thought i'd share it with u..*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;when i was about to visit the loo, my classmate said to me, do not touch the tap..there's shit on it..&lt;br /&gt;so i went on with my business of emptying my bladder and before exiting i took a peep and there it was.. &lt;em&gt;plastered onto the tap &lt;/em&gt;smears of dark brown feces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ewwww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it got there?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,that said classmate went on to add..' i accidentally touched it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i have truly loving classmates who lure me to climb out of the window onto the rooftop so that they can lock me out &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun, the view was great, cept for the part where i had to bang the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i saw a flasher today,fucking first time in my life, though i would say..this is a first i never wanted to experience.so grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back we saw an amorous couple getting at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only this much XXX visions i can take in a day..aiyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114435537369236714?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114435537369236714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114435537369236714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-shits-and-milky-goats.html' title='of shits and milky goats'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114399262852792609</id><published>2006-04-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:43:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im doing this just so that u know</title><content type='html'>Endocrinoloy case history to complete and little exam tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;time to study.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is as pointless as....milking a male cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over n out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114399262852792609?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114399262852792609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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typed out on friday only to lose it when my internet connection went haywire...cant remember what i typed..maybe it was about the Diabetic patient who touched my heart (erm..not literally ;) or was it about the green mucky juice i tried which i liked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomising is comfortable for the one who churned it out, tiresome for the ones who read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love damien rice. did i just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i found a girl-oh yea, &lt;em&gt;a girl.&lt;/em&gt; i would love to love. At risk of sounding like a lovestruck sec sch girl..i fell for Ella fr S.H.E *blushes* i think she is cute and hot and i want hair like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather is alternating btw comfortably warm to so cold it chills ur bones..is it just me, or do others have their emotions somewhat led by the weather as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now..i want to see my besties, give them a hug and tell them i love them.&lt;br /&gt;i want to don victorian inspired lacy outfits with my mom's pearls ..and take photos..(whee!...sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to play footsie with a true, sincere loving boy. (dont ask me &lt;em&gt;which,&lt;/em&gt;i have since lost my ability to judge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my luvlies are coming over with sweet dessert for my bitter? soul hahahah and we going to the park...im so excited :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah,its so totally normal to be excited to go to the park with 2 girls .ahem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114337700807077691?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114337700807077691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114337700807077691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-for-u-then-i-fell-in-love.html' title='i feel for u, then i fell in love'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114329709932647178</id><published>2006-03-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:31:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rara goes w the wind...</title><content type='html'>just came back from church, was there for Women's day celebration..abit belated, but very fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ra-ra skirt flew up! i wonder who saw my fuchsia panties :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha to begin with..my black skirt looks translucent under the sun..its part lacy..leaving tiny gaping holes and its thin...with a pathetic layer of even thinner muslin as an attempt for underskirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought back some cakes.For mimi and pinky :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114329709932647178?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114329709932647178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114329709932647178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/rara-goes-w-wind.html' title='rara goes w the wind...'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114312299022996203</id><published>2006-03-23T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:09:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>im so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 19 degrees outside RIGHT NOW and im gonna be hopping out soon to watch CK and my lil Ian play basketball  :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had mcds under the glorious sunshine today!&lt;br /&gt;my mcsundae actually melted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG im starting to sound really weird. time to get out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114312299022996203?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114312299022996203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114312299022996203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114297710615381302</id><published>2006-03-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:38:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever seen someone eating beehun with tears brimming?</title><content type='html'>me la.who else?&lt;br /&gt;right now at this moment me ,babygirl and eason are eat fried tomyam beehun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in my room, them..over at 4th hostel.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so loved *melts*&lt;br /&gt;after whining about tomyam beehun on the way back from class my babygirl cooked it for me, packed a hugeass portion into a &lt;em&gt;microwavable &lt;/em&gt;box* and sent it to me with a flask containing her chocolate milk..with a little card which says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'my Hershey's chocolate milk is to make ur sorrow disappear and sleep like a princess, but before that tell me are we going to do case report ?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;-- aiyoh look at the last sentence *lol*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lucky and blessed and whateverelseword u may insert there cause im so touched i have this sudden inability to express my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and earlier before i went to sleep gelatiqueen offered to cook with me..asking me what i was gonna eat for dinner.. so sweet of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jingjing always making me food and sending them to me in tupperwares too.to an extent where she is considering buying the takeout containers *giggles* that day jing made lo mai kai for us ,i ate TWO. hmm ok, one and a half..but thats really alot! for someone who doesnt finish her portion of food that is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(&amp;(*&amp;amp;(&lt;a href="mailto:^*&amp;^%$$##@@%$"&gt;^*&amp;amp;^%$$##@@%$&lt;/a&gt;&amp;^&amp;amp;*&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;OH fuck&lt;br /&gt;tummy cramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114297710615381302?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114297710615381302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114297710615381302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/ever-seen-someone-eating-beehun-with.html' title='ever seen someone eating beehun with tears brimming?'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114288920683268211</id><published>2006-03-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T05:13:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if i type out exactly what im thinking of at the moment would it seem like im spurting nonsensical nothings which no one but myself understands and suddenly i realise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont really care. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats wrong or whats right or the equilibrium between rights and wrongs and more so how to achieve that.this is mind boggling shit and  i think i've just reached a dead end. if u are wondering if this is &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;time of the month, well yes, you are right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114288920683268211?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114288920683268211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114288920683268211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder-if-i-type-out-exactly-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114281285556071519</id><published>2006-03-20T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:00:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the littlest words</title><content type='html'>allowing myself to walk away eventhought &lt;em&gt;im not sure&lt;/em&gt; if it's for the best&lt;br /&gt;i disappoint myself, my own faith&lt;br /&gt;always faltering&lt;br /&gt;yet persevering..just enough to keep me wondering&lt;br /&gt;i can only write so much about the ache that i feel&lt;br /&gt;the fear in me, my endless doubts&lt;br /&gt;my brashness will come back to bite me one day&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;i just wish to escape the reality&lt;br /&gt;of dealing with it,&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114281285556071519?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114281285556071519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114281285556071519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-littlest-words.html' title='in the littlest words'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114252156176192340</id><published>2006-03-16T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:06:01.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday i became</title><content type='html'>300bucks poorer for a pierced belly and facial =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to keep my hands off them (both my belly &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna eat my nap food : digestives &amp; oreos dipped in milk and then &lt;em&gt;of course &lt;/em&gt;take a nap *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114252156176192340?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114252156176192340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114252156176192340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-i-became.html' title='Yesterday i became'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114238088906825838</id><published>2006-03-15T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T08:01:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking me up in my mind u do best</title><content type='html'>since i wont have new photos to edit for the next few months..i think i shoud start learning how to draw fr scratch using photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing my mouse.missing my house.my couch.missing me n her watching reality tv shows back to back.binging on pringles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel like running away.dont know from what.dont know from who.just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up fr my evening nap dreaming that some stranger was sitting across me on my other bed.i wasnt quite as terrified as i imagined myself to be (under these circumstances) but i was stunned and it woke me up.i remember asking him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'how did u get in here'&lt;br /&gt;to which he answered 'i just got in here,just like that' and continued to sit there with a knowing smile. he was old, fortyish and didnt seem menacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still unsettling.woke me up with a jolt, and i felt tired as if i didnt sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry bout me just yet, im fine cause after i woke up i walked to the kitchen to check on my BKT.haha,yeah thats the best indication that i wasnt terrified :) had yummy pork ribs with tender meat for dinner.and i forgot all about that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till now.&lt;br /&gt;almost bed time.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114238088906825838?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114238088906825838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114238088906825838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/fucking-me-up-in-my-mind-u-do-best.html' title='fucking me up in my mind u do best'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114219934593430331</id><published>2006-03-12T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:35:46.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of tryin to justify a silly mistake</title><content type='html'>thought i had enough sense to bring back my headphones and norah jones' cd this time round but i didnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.(MY HEADPHONES!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her rendition of love me tender is playing on my dvd player and i want to hear it close to my ear, im missing 'what am i to u' &lt;-- played it non stop last spring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for mcd's chocolate sundae.to think of it,i had it yesterday.butthen again, a craving isnt a craving if it could be explained..that said, cravings are meant to be satiated, not explained.(haha) ok, beating round the bush just to justify my irrepressible need to eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really mind binging on ice cream, but i do hope that my cravings appear at more opportune time.with my hair wet and me in my pjs, i dont wan to make that trip to the kiosk downstairs for it.call is laziness, call it vanity, thats just me &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was thinking..what chen and my mouse was saying about me never getting straight to the point with my wants and dislikes.like how i dealt with Z* haha, butthen again, i dont think i'd choose to do it other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im so distracted cause im chatting with chaiwye right now.&lt;br /&gt;msged him when i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/DSC02981.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own display pic was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b237/ivylovespink/CNY06158copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆Ivy ☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG DID U GET URSELFF A WREIRD LOOKING KWAILO GF&lt;br /&gt;i need my bootlegs! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i need my bootlegs! says:&lt;br /&gt;nolar&lt;br /&gt;☆Ivy ☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;of is that a GUY?????????&lt;br /&gt;i need my bootlegs! says:&lt;br /&gt;so did u get a kid?&lt;br /&gt;☆Ivy ☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCKer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;backfired.&lt;br /&gt;haha im so entertained bitching with him.as much as the world changes around me, they will be there, and each time we meet we just pick up fr where we left off.as if i have never been away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaiwye just said the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever ur decision, i will support u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still craving for ice cream.reckon i should keep some yoghurt in my mini fridge for emergencies like this. in fact thats what i used to do.dont know why i stopped. was so energetic earlier right after bath but now im drifting off to lalaland again..because i started searching info for my Neurology presentation, on Multiple Sclerosis *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched The Maid.haha.it was terror-rifying for me of course..alright just like every so often i'll just leave it hanging like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because apart fr trust issues, i have problems with saying goodbye too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114219934593430331?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114219934593430331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114219934593430331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-tryin-to-justify-silly-mistake.html' title='of tryin to justify a silly mistake'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114202793364049414</id><published>2006-03-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T05:58:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all&lt;br /&gt;foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114202793364049414?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114202793364049414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114202793364049414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/silence-is-universal-refuge-sequel-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114201476779732254</id><published>2006-03-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:19:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucker for pain that im</title><content type='html'>i pierced my left ear.&lt;br /&gt;now there are 3 holes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so enjoying the tingling pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for gelati later .cant wait cant wait.but craving for indomee now.&lt;br /&gt;haha,of course im not gonna refrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114201476779732254?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114201476779732254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114201476779732254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/sucker-for-pain-that-im.html' title='sucker for pain that im'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114201376201238978</id><published>2006-03-10T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:02:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mary took me down</title><content type='html'>a little teary eye.a mad suggestion.quick dash to get dressed and made up.vodka+tomato juice.drinkdrinkdrink.dance.weirdass russian guy.cheryl.ryan.laughing.stumbling up the stairs.phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally, &lt;em&gt;passed out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was hell of a Thursday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114201376201238978?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114201376201238978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114201376201238978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/bloody-mary-took-me-down.html' title='Bloody Mary took me down'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114193895045061342</id><published>2006-03-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:15:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on days like this&lt;br /&gt;i wonder my purpose of being here&lt;br /&gt;im feeling weird again&lt;br /&gt;oh maybe im always saying that im feeling weird when i blog because when im fine i cant be bothered to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore me n jing concluded that the reason behind my melancholic and less than joyful writings is that when im actually happy, &lt;em&gt;i have better things to do than blog &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving for ice cream and Baby Yoghurt :/&lt;br /&gt;where else can i find Baby Yoghurt apart fr italy?&lt;br /&gt;last time sp always buy ice cream and bring to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;so gotta rush&lt;br /&gt;mad decision to go club86 now&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;yea,me n cheryl &lt;em&gt;only &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114193895045061342?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114193895045061342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114193895045061342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theclosetflirt.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-days-like-this-i-wonder-my-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07020136318247152634</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7896348.post-114183648643358831</id><published>2006-03-08T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T00:50:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupid-o-meter blinks</title><content type='html'>as a record of how silly i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stating that i drank this huge ass amount of herbal tea &lt;em&gt;with the intention of self curing my sorethroat&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;to realise later that the particular herbal tea i drank.. had more detox ie. increasing diuresis property and none of sore throat relieving ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasted my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah its snowing now, but sorry no pictures cause.. well u already know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up not too long ago and im feeling weird :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'>when i needed it, yet i couldnt ask</title><content type='html'>Z**** says:&lt;br /&gt;mondays are days of sunshine and rainbows sprinkled with butter cookies&lt;br /&gt;Z**** says:&lt;br /&gt;pink beams shining through every corner of the world, bringing joy to all families!&lt;br /&gt;Z**** says:&lt;br /&gt;purple ocean waves sweeping happy thoughts to every doorstop making everybody dance graciously&lt;br /&gt;Z**** says:&lt;br /&gt;who do i sound like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to that ..&lt;br /&gt;and it gave me the first smile on my face for today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7896348-114162378777118121?l=theclosetflirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7896348/posts/default/114162378777118121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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