<?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-5837855</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:53:12.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven bent to take my hand.</title><subtitle type='html'>There are so many stars in the sky but only some are radiant enough to catch your attention. Among those you chose to ignore is that one which is willing to continue shining for you, even if your glance remains elsewhere...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-7710203401205360020</id><published>2009-07-29T15:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:11:48.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna be like the wise man who built his house upon the rock. i want my house to stand strong and unshaken even if the hurricanes and floods come. i wanna build myself a strong, solid foundation to be able to receive the gift that has been prepared for me.i don't wanna be the foolish man who built his house upon the sand. i don't want my house to fall when strong gales of wind blow and when the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/7710203401205360020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=7710203401205360020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/7710203401205360020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/7710203401205360020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-be-like-wise-man-who-built-his.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-1280680700545392445</id><published>2009-07-27T17:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:44:31.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'I believe everyone has a calling. We are all uniquely created with a purpose. If we're not bold enough to step out and fulfill that, we shortchange this world with our personal and unique contributions' i don't believe in being fearful and ending up living with the what-ifs in life. yes, i will live out that unique dream that is solely mine regardless of what the cynical may say.i have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/1280680700545392445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=1280680700545392445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1280680700545392445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1280680700545392445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-believe-everyone-has-calling.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-3924053083557369719</id><published>2009-07-02T15:20:00.041+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:20:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i looovveee bangkok! i'm still like living in my bangkok days even though i've been back since monday, haha. just can't get enough of the cheap food, clothes, and accomodation. and best of all, the company as well as the lifestyle! well well, i really wouldn't mind living there for a couple of years.took the 0630hrs flight early friday morning by myself for the very first time to look for angel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/3924053083557369719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=3924053083557369719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3924053083557369719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3924053083557369719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-looovveee-bangkok-im-still-like.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-2460240441333995803</id><published>2009-07-02T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:20:29.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'visions are placed in your heart by Jesus.and what He puts, it's what He'll fulfill as long as we believe.'my new favourite friend, esther, from bangkok told me this and i love her for that :)the power to trust and believe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/2460240441333995803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=2460240441333995803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2460240441333995803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2460240441333995803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/07/visions-are-placed-in-your-heart-by.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-1883330252698603568</id><published>2009-06-08T10:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:12:38.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love my life! :)i'm back to feeling very comfortable in my own skin. running errands, spending time with myself.. no problem! i clearly remember that was what i once enjoyed doing. my independent, care-free self :)past week has been reeeeaaaallllyyy busy! cis kids graduation from wednesday through friday.. they're an awesome, sweet bunch whom i'll really miss over their hols! especially andre, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/1883330252698603568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=1883330252698603568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1883330252698603568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1883330252698603568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-my-life-again-im-back-to-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-8207689282836355309</id><published>2009-05-18T13:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:50:14.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just him calling to check on me this early in the day out of his busy-ness is enough to make me happy :)just that short few minutes is enough to erase evey hurt i felt and make me contemplate deleting my entire previous entry and pretending i'm okay. i'm really afraid of spoiling everything, of creating something that will pain me with my very own hands. frankly, i'd rather bury it and forget it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/8207689282836355309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=8207689282836355309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/8207689282836355309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/8207689282836355309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-him-calling-to-check-on-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-3636642991292618811</id><published>2009-05-18T10:30:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:00:12.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>swollen, puffy eyes.cried so badly last night, i couldn't breathe. the next time i checked the time, more than an hour had passed and i was surprised. i'm certain the past two months of tears that have flowed are the most in my 22 years. i think all that keeping mum and holding back everything i have to say is doing more harm than good to me. i never wanted to put a cap to the love and care i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/3636642991292618811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=3636642991292618811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3636642991292618811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3636642991292618811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/swollen-puffy-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-1496747080066388749</id><published>2009-05-12T22:20:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:21:29.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weeeeee, met up with angel dear yesterday for wolverine! it was good and really captivating, haha. oh and yesterday was my first and last time keeping tickets man. with the habit of throwing unwanted stuff like receipts and vouchers away immediately, i threw our tickets away without checking the seat numbers! it was horrible, yet sooooooooooooper funny. good friend had to dig the dustbin for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/1496747080066388749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=1496747080066388749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1496747080066388749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1496747080066388749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/weeeeee-met-up-with-angel-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-2567587398993410012</id><published>2009-05-11T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:29:00.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>images that come to me without warning, scenes which i carry within me.. some may be buried, but no doubt still within reach and definitely intact in every possible way.nostalgia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/2567587398993410012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=2567587398993410012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2567587398993410012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2567587398993410012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/images-that-come-to-me-without-warning.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-3609922172853383539</id><published>2009-05-09T21:34:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:07:34.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what does this remind you of?uploading pics on facebook of vesak day spent with my childhoodies cycling around pulau ubin, so i shall blog briefly in the meantime! it was really fun, but extremely tiring. at one point, i got stuck in thick, shit-colored mud and my beloved havaianas were sooooooooooooper-glued to the smelly, horrible mud. it was quite funny though! i was screaming like nobody's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/3609922172853383539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=3609922172853383539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3609922172853383539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/3609922172853383539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/uploading-pics-on-facebook-on-vesak-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nvvADbVXmg8/SgWSkRhGSDI/AAAAAAAAABE/0kO8uFeTekg/s72-c/tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-2893690820040664830</id><published>2009-05-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:05:11.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you know of anyone who felt sick and went to the doctor's only to be told to show him his palms? well, i know of someone like that. someone who had too many oranges, mangoes, papayas, and watermelons to eat everyday, his palms turned orange. DAMN RIDICULOUS AND FUNNY!!!!!please do tell me if you know of someone with a similar experience, haha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/2893690820040664830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=2893690820040664830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2893690820040664830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2893690820040664830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-you-know-of-anyone-who-felt-sick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-1685173809775721896</id><published>2009-05-04T17:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:52:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grandma came over today since she was around the area visiting the doctor. she's damn cute haha. showed us all the medicine she's gotta take.. there was this tablet so big i got scared! and then she started relating to us in dialect about how she started crying uncontrollably in the presence of God at church.. i only caught fragments of the conversation since i couldn't understand dialect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/1685173809775721896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=1685173809775721896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1685173809775721896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1685173809775721896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandma-came-over-today-since-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-6450732895108835889</id><published>2009-04-29T12:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:14:24.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>L O V E is never absent.if you notice the novel you're reading, the song you're listening, the movie you're watching, it's there.yesterday would have been one month shy of two years.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/6450732895108835889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=6450732895108835889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6450732895108835889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6450732895108835889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday-would-have-been-one-month-shy.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-225099857388822087</id><published>2009-04-27T17:56:00.051+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:22:24.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y, B A B Y ! :)wishing you the very best in life, and for you to be happy every single day! you have an extremely bright future in front of you because of your character, and i know it :) you're gonna find a job you really love and make a high-flying career out of it in time to come.. you just wait and see. 1/4 of a century! haha. hope you really enjoyed our celebration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/225099857388822087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=225099857388822087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/225099857388822087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/225099857388822087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-baby-wishing-you-very.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nvvADbVXmg8/SfWSAlFWf6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZhVk_g3GJqA/s72-c/bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-478595624369650170</id><published>2009-04-23T10:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:43:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got inspired by your latest blog entry, kink! hahaha :) reading about your cooking experiences sure reminds me of my own.my first time cooking was in secondary school for home econs. and there was this project where every group had the choice to choose a theme they want and delegate among themselves who cooks what. so i was suppose to do this nonya kueh (which i can't recall what it was anymore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/478595624369650170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=478595624369650170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/478595624369650170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/478595624369650170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-got-inspired-by-your-latest-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-6333980631049528805</id><published>2009-04-17T10:17:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:58:16.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>romeo take me, somewhere we can be alonei'll be waiting, all there's left to do is runyou'll be the prince and i'll be the princessit's a love story baby, just say yesromeo save me, they try to tell me how to feelthis love is difficult, but it's realdon't be afraid, we'll make it out of this messit's a love story baby, just say yes- love story, by taylor swifton the bus ride to work, i suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/6333980631049528805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=6333980631049528805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6333980631049528805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6333980631049528805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/romeo-take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-6042830796341089181</id><published>2009-04-17T09:41:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:58:30.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cried myself to sleep again. i didn't wanted to.. i told myself to suck it in, to not let it affect me. but the tears were still on the verge of flowing, and they flowed.. sigh. and i woke up one hour before i'm suppose to. why can't i get out of this still? it's like a vicious cycle i can't break through. i know i keep creating chances that might hurt myself, i know i'm putting my fragile heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/6042830796341089181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=6042830796341089181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6042830796341089181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6042830796341089181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/cried-myself-to-sleep-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-7867256582877650920</id><published>2009-04-15T20:34:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:22:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>malti forgot my slumdog millionaire book today! :( and she still dared to say it's study week so i'm suppose to be studying, not reading.. haha.detoured to mustafa before class today to run an errand and had some memories from a past not too long ago! shan't discuss it here :) well.. anyway, headed down to school for an open-book services marketing mock exam which everybody studied for. everybody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/7867256582877650920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=7867256582877650920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/7867256582877650920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/7867256582877650920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/malti-forgot-my-slumdog-millionaire.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-5538783712318092760</id><published>2009-04-14T15:47:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:47:00.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chanced upon this song called 'oceans will part' that my god sister posted as i was blog-surfing and got overwhelmed.If my heart has grown cold, there Your love will unfold. As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand. When i'm blind to my way, there Your Spirit will pray. As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand, as You open my eyes to the work of Your hand.Oceans will part, nations comeAt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/5538783712318092760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=5538783712318092760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/5538783712318092760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/5538783712318092760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/chanced-upon-this-song-called-oceans.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-1139462463501430235</id><published>2009-04-14T13:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:05:02.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>study break this week! so i might just as well get started on sorting out the handouts and tips that were given out :) woohoo! barry wants me to send him a copy of my next semester's timetable and i realise i've got very little schooling days, haha. since i've got a related diploma, i'm allowed to drop one subject next semester.. so i'm dropping international marketing communications (IMC)! heard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/1139462463501430235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=1139462463501430235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1139462463501430235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/1139462463501430235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/study-break-this-week-so-i-may-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-4126249146962227123</id><published>2009-04-12T13:20:00.072+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:10:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!! :)i went for two services over the last two days, haha! i enjoy being in the presence of God, probably the only place now where i am genuinely happy and free. friday with minzy and kink after work, and yesterday with my family. loved catching up with minzy and kink.. steamboat session soon ya!headed to gardens for a really late dinner after service last night with my family after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/4126249146962227123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=4126249146962227123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/4126249146962227123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/4126249146962227123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-i-went-for-two-services.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-4236352210543369488</id><published>2009-04-08T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:56:48.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think it's amazing.somewhere along this loooong road in life and out of sooooo many millions, our paths crossed. we met, we befriended, we loved.. we shared a life. i was lucky, you were lucky.. we were lucky. i gave you my 101% best, and you returned yours.the memories, the love.. they will n e v e r die :)and i wish on a star, that somewhere you are thinking of me too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/4236352210543369488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=4236352210543369488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/4236352210543369488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/4236352210543369488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-191262331191738298</id><published>2009-04-07T15:19:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:55:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you wanna know a strange and funny thing?i actually thank God for placing gabriel in my life, even if it's for a mere few hours. cos he made me double confirm with myself what's true, that no one else can ever replace h i m in my heart. when i first made the above statement, i honestly meant every word i said from the bottom of my heart. but on the other hand, i wondered if it's just another one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/191262331191738298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=191262331191738298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/191262331191738298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/191262331191738298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-wanna-know-strange-and-funny-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-8571647036364836515</id><published>2009-04-06T22:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:49:19.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two random flashbacks that i had while waiting for the bus to school this morning.one, halfway through watching hotel for dogs in the theatre with angel last week.. i started looking around unconsciously, trying to spot as many couples as i can discreetly. haha! and i realised that very few of them actually cuddle and snuggle up together while enjoying the show. i wonder why. i kept glancing at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/8571647036364836515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=8571647036364836515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/8571647036364836515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/8571647036364836515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-random-flashbacks-that-i-had-while.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-2440772536095874455</id><published>2009-04-05T20:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:13:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>chanced upon meishan's archives and found this entry,bad news: my best friend at luge has broken up with her boyfriend. i only sensed it when i logged onto facebook today. seeing their shoutouts and sensing that things are not right, i decided to give her a call. immediately upon hearing my voice, she teared. she lost the ability to talk. she is one of the most cheerful girl i know, she is one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/2440772536095874455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=2440772536095874455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2440772536095874455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/2440772536095874455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/chanced-upon-meishans-archives-and.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-6097980238937787995</id><published>2009-04-05T17:33:00.055+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:00:08.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLOOOO TO ALL! :)i'm finally back after 4 years, haha! and my, within these 4 years, i must say i have grown. suppose to be working on services marketing group project right now, but obviously, i'm distracted. so distracted and so frustrated, i decided to revive my long dead blog.well, these few weeks haven't been the best for me. in fact, i hated the past few weeks. i've never felt this down, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/6097980238937787995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=6097980238937787995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6097980238937787995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/6097980238937787995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2009/04/hellooo-to-all-im-finally-back-after-4.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-113586141396872746</id><published>2005-12-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:04:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after being stagnant for almost a year, i've decided to blog down one entry. haha!christmas was just over, but many would say we've still got about 7 days of christmas left. new year new year! hur, can't wait for tian's countdown =) tian, you better be honoured!oh and my darling kink, our lesbianism on friendster really did trick some people! haha. ask for my updates when you're back!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/113586141396872746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=113586141396872746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/113586141396872746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/113586141396872746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-being-stagnant-for-almost-year.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110986180247985693</id><published>2005-03-03T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:28:09.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these couple of weeks have been really hectic. rushing to meet all the deadlines of projects and assignments! phew, luckily the presentations are all over. TTOpns and POM. they were quite alright la.. i wouldn't say well-done. haha! but really, it's a burden off my shoulders. submitted econs portfolio today and also, ARTSAPP reflective journal. let's see what's left.. commskills role play and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110986180247985693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110986180247985693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110986180247985693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110986180247985693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2005/03/these-couple-of-weeks-have-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110951400969075439</id><published>2005-02-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T22:20:09.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thank you Lord, for the trials that come my wayIn that way I can grow each day, as I let you leadAnd I thank you Lord, for the patience those trials bringIn the process of growing, I can learn to careBut it goes against the way I am, to put my human nature downAnd let the Spirit take control of all I doCause when those trials comeMy human nature shouts the thing to do, and God's soft </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110951400969075439/comments/default' 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type='text'>Food for thoughtthe south indian monkey trap consists of a hollowed-out coconut chained to a stake. the coconut has some rice inside which can be grabbed through a small hole. the hole is big enough so that the monkey's hand can go in, but too small for its fist with rice in it to come out. the monkey reaches in and is suddenly trapped by nothing more than his own value rigidity. he can't revalue</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110897921206590502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110897921206590502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110897921206590502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110897921206590502'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110857276240744686</id><published>2005-02-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T01:16:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS..wong mei yen, her warm, big hugs, her sweet, genuine smiles and our wonderful chemistry in bullying minzy, her constant chatter, running along the corridors and up the stairs with her and our recess sessions.chan cheow joo, her morning schoolbus, the silent party everytime mei and i tease minzy and how she always doesn't join us in running and jumping along the corridors, the o level days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110857276240744686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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time i saw them was like.. cambodia?! oh well. met up at gardens cartel. angel, grace, mich, jo, andrea and i. angel and i were on time please. the rest were late. but then again, what's new? and dearest angel forgot to tell my best friend the meeting venue. so naturally, she assumed we're meeting in town. lol! i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110769925044785103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110769925044785103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110769925044785103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110769925044785103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2005/02/met-up-with-mclub-darlings-today-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110666473154821593</id><published>2005-01-25T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:56:44.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for cell on saturday.. like, finally. haha! everyone was shocked to see me there.. and yes, i doubled up the shock by turning up with a black and burnt face. lol! steff and eunice HAD to make me laugh. and that caused my burnt skin to start peeling. to start peeling ugly-ly and horrifying-ly! well, cell was fun though. we were debating on some hot issue, hur.appeared in church the next </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110629673590915718</id><published>2005-01-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:46:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid-sem tests ended on wednesday. papers were pretty okay, not great though. well.. shall wait and see the results. as usual.. haha! headed down to town after that to catch Electra. cheows, nick, cal, tian, cyn, nate, jay and i. nice! =) and being the bimbotic kink cheows is, she was so uber-ly happy that mid-sem tests were over.SHE WAS SKIPPING ALONG THE BRIDGE.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.(cheows' so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110629673590915718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110629673590915718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110629673590915718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110629673590915718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2005/01/mid-sem-tests-ended-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110415877839396116</id><published>2004-12-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T22:58:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAREST JESUS!!!!christmas party with kink, minzy and alexis at kink's place was a good catch-up, especially with alex! been so long since we've actually talked. christmas eve was spent first in school, then eunice's place. had to go to school for Principles of Management, then dad came to fetch me from school for lunch. headed down to parkway parade where we lunched, then to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110415877839396116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110415877839396116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110415877839396116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110415877839396116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-dearest-jesus-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110378411929643264</id><published>2004-12-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:51:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CL!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY, XUEYUN!!!!and.. yesterday was kink's, and sean's birthday. HAHA.HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KINK!!!!HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, SEAN!!!!dance performance on tuesday was a terror. basically because shihhwa, kink and minzy were there.. standing directly in front of me holding three pieces of paper, V A L. OH MY GOSH, it's so embarrassing!! i was shaking. and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110378411929643264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110378411929643264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110378411929643264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110378411929643264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-cl-happy-birthday-xueyun.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110360102731320995</id><published>2004-12-21T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:59:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spent sunday ice-skating at jurong after church. i was ice-skating in shorts?! my gosh. cos the initial plan was to go to MacRitchie.. oh well. haven't ice-skated in a thousand and one years.. but got back the hang of it pretty quickly. taught aaron and jy to ice-skate and was dragging my sis around.. hahaha! made her fall THRICE in the end.. oops. played catching and mushroom while ice-skating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110360102731320995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110360102731320995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110360102731320995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110360102731320995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/spent-sunday-ice-skating-at-jurong.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110329183519291592</id><published>2004-12-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:17:34.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LI PENG!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LI ANG!!!!dance rehearsal last night was really tiring. went home feeling soooooper worn! but it was good la. at least i know my parts for the finale! haha. hm, ARTSApp wasn't that bad afterall. cos only one of the pair has to do the face-mask! so i did it on cheows! her face was the toughest to make, i swear! she just keeps yakking and scrunching up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110329183519291592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110329183519291592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110329183519291592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110329183519291592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-li-peng-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110317893188941726</id><published>2004-12-16T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:41:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JO!!!!!!-cheows said hi-school started at 1200 for me today. waited for dearest linda at the mushroom for forever.. but saw many people! *cheeky grins. including a tiger and a bamboo! (quoted by someone anonymous, i'm the luckiest girl!) hahaha. went to class for macroecons.. the teacher's really cool! i like her. =) her lesson's so much more interesting than that stinky simon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110317893188941726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110317893188941726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110317893188941726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110317893188941726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-jo-cheows-said-hi-school.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-110300315540308401</id><published>2004-12-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:19:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so it's been 8584762515385years since i last blogged- AGAIN.it's the second week of school, but it seems like the first.. simply cos i missed school last week. just came back from cambodia see, so poor old me had to take a short little break! hahaha. =) anyway, new semester=new class=eew! i totally hate it. i want my old class back! TB053!!!!!!!!!!!! urgh. i swear i absolutely l o a t h e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/110300315540308401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=110300315540308401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110300315540308401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/110300315540308401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/12/okay-so-its-been-8584762515385years.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109976224008880072</id><published>2004-11-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:30:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KINK!!!!!!I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109976224008880072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109976224008880072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109976224008880072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109976224008880072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-birthday-kink-i-love-you-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109860431797364091</id><published>2004-10-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:54:32.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GODMA!!!!ha! so many birthdays these days.. i've having a problem keeping up with all of them! well, church today was okay.. but due to the church extension project, we all had to sit on the floor. haha! but.. i prefer the floor! :) hm, claire and danielle's sis(oops, i forgot her name) got baptised today! Praise God!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109860431797364091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109860431797364091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109860431797364091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109860431797364091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-godma-ha-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109860198947457289</id><published>2004-10-24T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:24:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first things first,HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRIC!!!!andHAPPY BIRTHDAY, APE!!!!(as on 22nd October)spent friday on the beach with nat, jay, tian and cal. met up at harbourfront macs for brunch before heading over to sentosa.. the sun was rubbish please! urgh. played beach volleyball and soccer with the other people on the beach.. was pretty fun la. haha! then headed for the waters! soooooooper cold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109860198947457289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109860198947457289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109860198947457289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109860198947457289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/first-things-first-happy-birthday-tric.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109837081126500246</id><published>2004-10-21T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:00:11.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was a blast! haha. had hell of a wonderful time.  met up in town and celebrated sao's birthday!:) angel, grace, mich, jo, sao and i. andrea had french lessons, so she could only join us later. and lavi, well.. her aunt has got cervical cancer. quite sad. so all you kind souls out there, please keep her in your prayers please! dined at breeks. yummilicious food, wonderful ambience, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109837081126500246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109837081126500246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109837081126500246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109837081126500246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-night-was-blast-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109819668192850214</id><published>2004-10-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:58:59.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met nat at cityhall today cos that troublesome kid's wallet got stolen and dumped into the bin so he dragged me all the way down to bueno vista with him to make his ezlink. nice me! lunched at raffles place, then headed down to bueno vista where that troublesome kid spent 21bucks on his ezlink. haha! he had to make me squeeze his big, fat wallet into my small, puny bag la. how helpful! took a bus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109819668192850214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109819668192850214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109819668192850214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109819668192850214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/met-nat-at-cityhall-today-cos-that.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109810959177116215</id><published>2004-10-18T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:37:00.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got woken up by chan cheow joo's call this morning. haha! headed down to shaw to meet everybody in the fastest possible time okay. so be grateful! haha. cheows, ping, nick, cal and tian. lunched at shaw's top level and caught that sky captain show. got seated really early, thanks to the rest who were kanchiong spiders! watched all the adverds showing and the d u m b e s t adverd was the kuishin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109810959177116215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109810959177116215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109810959177116215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109810959177116215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/got-woken-up-by-chan-cheow-joos-call.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109803034257459369</id><published>2004-10-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:13:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All creation cries to youWorshipping in Spirit and in truthGlory to the faithful one Jesus Christ God's sonAll Creation gives you praiseYou alone are truly greatYou alone are God who reigns for eternityGod is great and his praise fills the earth fills the heavens and your name will be praise through all the worldGod is great sing his praise all the earth all the heavens 'cause were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109803034257459369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109803034257459369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109803034257459369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109803034257459369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/all-creation-cries-to-you-worshipping.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109793081943166858</id><published>2004-10-16T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T21:17:36.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the meeting today was pure c r a p. alright, not that bad but still pretty bad. we all thought it was gonna be plannings for the trip. but we ended up, bonding instead. yes, bonding. anyhows, met up with angel this morning at kovan mrt to walk down to the GBC together. been so long since i caught with with her personally! sigh. i miss the good old days back in pl. i have to make time for her and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109793081943166858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109793081943166858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109793081943166858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109793081943166858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/meeting-today-was-pure-c-r-p.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109785708465293096</id><published>2004-10-16T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:18:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wooots!here i am. minzy to the rescue!princess valero aka my found sis has kindly requested me to help her with her blog!and i proudly present the newly edited one!-blows hugs and kisses.welcome back chan cheow joo!we miss you loads!-skips away!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109785708465293096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109785708465293096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109785708465293096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109785708465293096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/wooots-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109785197183723680</id><published>2004-10-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:52:51.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realised i haven't had dinner! haha. and i thought i ate already.. hm, i think i'm beginning to suffer from some memory disorder or something. oh, cheows is returning to sgp today! :) well, didn't do much today besides eating, peeling, sleeping, peeling, reading, tv-ing and peeling again.. my face is in its worse state ever! and i'm pretty sure it's the kind of face the civilians who lived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109785197183723680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109785197183723680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109785197183723680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109785197183723680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-just-realised-i-havent-had-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109773824166296489</id><published>2004-10-14T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:32:51.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the hols, it's the hols, it's the HOLS HOLS HOLS!!!! hahaha. one good thing about poly, i just realised, is that there is absolutely NO holiday homework! :) okay, so the results are probably gonna come out by next week.. but who cares! hm, the only thing is.. i signed up for this sms-results thingy. basically, they sms you your results to you save the hassle of checking your results through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109773824166296489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109773824166296489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109773824166296489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109773824166296489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-hols-its-hols-its-hols-hols-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109565954190863485</id><published>2004-09-20T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T13:52:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEAN!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109565954190863485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109565954190863485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109565954190863485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109565954190863485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-sean.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109513132113627780</id><published>2004-09-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:57:51.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jay f i n a l l y cut that hair of his! haha. he definitely looks so much better now.. oh well, having travelgeog online discussion now.let's see.. FFBSci Online Quiz 2 by the 17th of SeptemberOnline reflection for FFBSci ( this is a terror! it's more of a t e s t than a reflection, eew.)Econs Portfolio due on the 15th of September ( and we have yet to start.)Commskills Summative TestFFBSci </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109513132113627780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109513132113627780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109513132113627780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109513132113627780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/jay-f-i-n-l-l-y-cut-that-hair-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109499925081714551</id><published>2004-09-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:32:26.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some moronic teacher snatched the lab for her own lesson while i was republishing my blog the other day.. so yea, all the templates thingy is g o n e. so irritating!.. some kind soul, help me out please! i'm a computer-idiot. all my hard-work gone down the drain like that! urgh. stupid lecturer! nash's class some more!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109499925081714551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109499925081714551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109499925081714551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109499925081714551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-moronic-teacher-snatched-lab-for.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109477611529008911</id><published>2004-09-10T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T16:18:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sgp idol results for group 3 yesterday was such a surprise cum disappointment! i guess everyone thought the finalists would be leanne, nana and beverly. well, at least that was what i thought. oh, and i didn't study for my bcs test which has a weightage of 20% because of sgp idol! urgh, bcs is such a bore and i am totally not interested in the study of computers whatsoever.. computers should only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109477611529008911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109477611529008911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109477611529008911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109477611529008911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/sgp-idol-results-for-group-3-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109466133379440971</id><published>2004-09-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:13:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i h a t e public transport, oh yes i do. and i think nat's right.. buses do have something against me, oh well. had to travel to school on my own today since my dad wasn't free and it was terror! shan't elaborate further.well, basically it was econs, econs and more econs today! yuck. graphs graphs and graphs.. but good thing econs lecture ended almost an hour early today. but that also meant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109466133379440971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109466133379440971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109466133379440971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109466133379440971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-h-t-e-public-transport-oh-yes-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109453531955590865</id><published>2004-09-07T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:48:38.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dragged myself out of bed at 0955 this morning for travelgeog online discussion. and that horrid blackboard hung on me!!! fortunately, it was at the end of the lesson.. phew. online discussion was pretty interesting today! about our opinions of the top5 major tourists attractions. was gossipping online with nick about that mamasan and her funky teenage daughter. private joke, haha.oh and, LOOK!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109453531955590865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109453531955590865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109453531955590865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109453531955590865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/dragged-myself-out-of-bed-at-0955-this.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109448867272800243</id><published>2004-09-07T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T00:37:52.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>val val val val val...it's been so long!! i miss u! i went to school today (mon) .. met linda they all for project.then i did my intro hnt quiz already.. so if u need help.. just call me! and today we didnt have our skirt tradition! cuz u werent there! then i'm also going to sch tmr which i doubt u r.. cuz tmr also going and staying back for project! oh.. then today stayed back for the terry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109448867272800243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109448867272800243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109448867272800243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109448867272800243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/val-val-val-val-val.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109448899111515222</id><published>2004-09-07T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T01:37:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M BACKKK!!!okay, so the past 2 entries have been done by my dearest CJ!thanks dear, for being so kind to update for me.. or rather, thanks for the impersonation as me! haha.  well, introhnt lecture was cancelled. so was BCS.in other words, there wasn't school today.headed down to town to meet nat for lunch.i was late, as usual.. gee.after much hassle, we decided on jack's place.strawberry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109448899111515222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109448899111515222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109448899111515222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109448899111515222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-backkk-okay-so-past-2-entries-have.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109449115735798497</id><published>2004-09-07T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:40:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ripped this from silly steff's blog, haha.this sure did crack me up!Yo momma so old when she saw jurrasic park it brought back memories .Yo momma so fat her cereal bowl came with a lifeguard.Yo momma so fat she goes to a resturant, looks at the menu and says, "okay".Yo momma is so fat that when she stepped on a scale it said to be continued.Yo momma is sooooooo stupid that she parked in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109449115735798497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109449115735798497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109449115735798497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109449115735798497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/ripped-this-from-silly-steffs-blog-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109417162634297403</id><published>2004-09-03T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:33:46.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now in the com lab.. having a test later... abt half an hour later.. and guess wad! i just cant study! tried studying yesterday but watched singapore idol instead.. and i forgoten to msg joo the results..(she's working u see) haha.. oh well.. joo also never study.. and this test is like 17% of the total final score.. guess we both gonna fail together! see ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109417162634297403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109417162634297403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109417162634297403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109417162634297403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-in-com-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-109255971123009017</id><published>2004-08-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T16:51:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SURPRISE VAL!!!haha.. btw.. this is cheow joo! and i'm helping val to update.. let's see(blogging as val..)yesterday was a great day! we had a field trip in the morning.. to conrad hotel.. didnt know that conrad hotel was actually such a posh place.. it's some kinda luxury dunno wad hotel.. sorry i forgot! anyway we had to wear formal! and i'm so proud of me in formal! i think i look really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/109255971123009017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=109255971123009017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109255971123009017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/109255971123009017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/08/surprise-val-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-108394656919821797</id><published>2004-05-08T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T00:38:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for me to update updateeeeee!Hahaha.Well, i'm currently working at Orchard Delfi Rocky Master.And the people here are MUCH MORE fun!Made loads of new friends, really cool people. ;)Eunice, Shah, Noor, Jas, Baoshan, Kevin, Megha, Fiona, Johnny and blah.Learnt a whole new lot of stuff too!Being part of Rocky Masters isn't bad at all.I mean, i only have got one other work experience to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/108394656919821797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=108394656919821797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108394656919821797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108394656919821797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/05/time-for-me-to-update-updateeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-108015109410179505</id><published>2004-03-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:34:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was my first night shift.1900 to 2300.Got to know a new collegue today, Kelvin.At first, I really detested him.. He was a horrible piece of shit!He practically made me do everything and stood there doing God-knows-what..But it got better later laa.. we talked and all.Hahaha.BUT BUT BUTTTTTT!He's such a liar laa..Firstly, he told me he WAS from AJC.. then he didn't like it there so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/108015109410179505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=108015109410179505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108015109410179505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108015109410179505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-my-first-night-shift.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-108001407644927714</id><published>2004-03-23T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T01:36:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, nothing much to update.But still...1. I got posted to both TP for Hospitality and Tourism Management and SP for Business    Administration. Obviously, I'm choosing the former. ;)2. I'm currently working part-time at Holland Village's Bellagio's. Come visit me sometime, somehow eh? grinsUhhh.. many people aren't happy with where they're posted to i guess.Everybody's appealing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/108001407644927714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=108001407644927714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108001407644927714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/108001407644927714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-nothing-much-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107734427964447120</id><published>2004-02-21T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:42:37.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday!!!!!I love I love I love.Though it didn't started off well, we still had fun in the end! Hahaha.Reported for school as usual, but planned to leave after SRP for Sentosa with the rest.That's Minzhi, Cj, Sean, Tiff, Steph, Shihhwa, Chuwei and Julian.But Shihhwa and Chuwei decided to forgo schooling that day.Got ticked off first thing in the morning by Ms Ng for skipping too many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107734427964447120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107734427964447120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107734427964447120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107734427964447120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/friday-i-love-i-love-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107734329973649806</id><published>2004-02-21T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:04:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days had been loads of fun! Hahaha.On Wednesday, we went to school as usual only to leave during break.Hahaha.Headed down to Serangoon Central's Mac's for breakfast, then decided to make a trip down to Chuwei's house.Chuwei's house is awesome!It's so big and beautiful!I like. ;)Checked out his house and fooled around on the stairs with Cj, Shihhwa and Steph!*grinsThen we got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107734329973649806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107734329973649806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107734329973649806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107734329973649806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/these-few-days-had-been-loads-of-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107702304419046263</id><published>2004-02-17T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:23:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrea, Mich, Angel and Grace crashed MI today! ;)Met at Mac's for breakfast first and as usual, I was late.Gee.Did a little of catching up and I felt so sad for Andrea dearest! hmphs.Then I met some of the MI people in Mac's.Hahaha, the whole lot of them skipped assembly and the first tutorial too.Jew, Alex, Weimin, Yishun and blah.Took the trip down to MI and my clique was oh-so-shocked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107702304419046263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107702304419046263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107702304419046263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107702304419046263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/andrea-mich-angel-and-grace-crashed-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107693124705797497</id><published>2004-02-16T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:20:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sean said my last entry's a pretty boring one for someone who hasn't blogged for ages.So, i'm blogging MORE!And Sean said i should thank God for allowing him to enter into my life and making my life more interesting.Hmms, we shall see about that eh? hahaha.Hmms, i've been skipping school and tutorials quite alot lately.Left school halfway on thursday cos the school's population practically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107693124705797497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107693124705797497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107693124705797497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107693124705797497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/sean-said-my-last-entrys-pretty-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107692887212025258</id><published>2004-02-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:50:21.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so it's been 987654321 years since i've last blogged.Time i should update this blog of mine.But i don't seem to have anything to blog about.My life's pretty boring you see.Hmms, was reading my past entries..In PL, there was simply so much to blog.School life was just so great there, so happening.Come to think of it, i really miss the good old days i had back then in PL with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107692887212025258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107692887212025258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107692887212025258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107692887212025258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/okay-so-its-been-987654321-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107669092377046923</id><published>2004-02-14T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:55:31.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[in a deep and mysterious voice again]all my hunniebunnie sugarwinkies out there, happy vday to all u cute butts.and to my spinster friends, hope u would rot with me during vday.*really, really cheeky grinlove truly with my whole body,val.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107669092377046923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107669092377046923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107669092377046923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107669092377046923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/in-deep-and-mysterious-voice-again-all.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107669064384039952</id><published>2004-02-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:56:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[in a deep and mysterious voice]hi...i'm valerie here.i'm so happy today.i love vday.i so love vday, i'm gonna wish all of u a happy valentines day even though i look too strict to.*winksand i'm gonna open my vday date applications nw.pls do nt flood it.only guys are allowed to apply.*muackx`love u, u and u and u,val ur val-entine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107669064384039952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107669064384039952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107669064384039952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107669064384039952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/02/in-deep-and-mysterious-voice-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107417217402121009</id><published>2004-01-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:11:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey hey hey hey!minzhi herree!ahahaa..see val's blog nv been updated for a loooooonng time..i shall be a nice gerl and help her update!ahahaa..she is in the same school as me and cjand we are having loads of fun! (are we? ahaha)hahaa..tadaaa...going offf!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107417217402121009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107417217402121009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107417217402121009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107417217402121009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2004/01/hey-hey-hey-hey-minzhi-herree-ahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107269731439666014</id><published>2003-12-29T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T19:32:31.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee- im steff.juz disturbing vallllLl blogg.juz came backk from shopping now lagging around aaron housee.boreddd.alritee im goingg off. tis is lamee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107269731439666014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107269731439666014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107269731439666014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107269731439666014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/12/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-im-steff.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-107103170562743386</id><published>2003-12-10T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:00:40.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to find in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.  If she isn't worth it now she's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.  Let go...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/107103170562743386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=107103170562743386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107103170562743386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/107103170562743386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/12/sad-thing-about-life-is-when-you-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106886940551668792</id><published>2003-11-15T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T12:24:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the world spins too fastAnd i start to lose my balance,You are thereTo take my hand, steady my feetAnd whisper, 'Be still. All is well.'When pain cuts me openAnd i vow never to love again,You are thereTo hold me close, rock me slowlyAnd say, 'Love is worth the price.'When no one else has timeTo listen, to care, to help,You are thereTo offer new hope, give fresh strength.You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106886940551668792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106886940551668792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106886940551668792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106886940551668792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/when-world-spins-too-fast-and-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106886898705894912</id><published>2003-11-15T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T12:06:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BAHH. dad, mom and brothers went to the zoo... hurr.*sniggersam going to make my own way to ballet.*grumblesstudy study study...*dronesaarghs, misery's eating me up.with what little motivation i have... MAAHHH.the books totally turns me off.you won't belive the short-attention span i have on those objects.it's freaking me out.*drowns myself in oil</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106886898705894912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106886898705894912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106886898705894912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106886898705894912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/bahh.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106880386558921991</id><published>2003-11-14T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T11:48:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clay pots were chosen to hide treasures because they seem so ordinary and no one would want to steal them. God choses us and even our weaknesses to show God's strength. So the next time you're struggling, remember that sometimes a crack in the pot has a very important function... it lets light in. If it weren't for the crack then someone would never see the treasure.Remember that even though our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106880386558921991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106880386558921991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106880386558921991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106880386558921991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/clay-pots-were-chosen-to-hide.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106878042219664685</id><published>2003-11-14T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:27:55.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over and done with: `Mathematics`English`Social Studies`Literature`Art                            Yet to come: `Geography`Biology`ChemistrySIX MORE DAYS EVERYONE!!six more days to freedom! hahaa.so to everyone, *add oil add oil! BAH!*grinsart was pretty fine yesterday.went to meet chaolan at the school bus stop earlier to get my paintbrushes.however, she was late late late...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106878042219664685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106878042219664685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106878042219664685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106878042219664685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/over-and-done-with-mathematics-english.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106864739336495058</id><published>2003-11-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T11:06:10.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner at garlic's yesterday.spicy fish and chips, adam's apple and green apple flavoured tea!godma had e steak.. hahaa, so bloody!*yummsohh yess.cute, tanned guy working at garlic's! ;))BAH! esplanade's beautiful.*grinsthe night scene is just, wow!anways, saw gwen too.working in esplanade's thai express.i think she's quite pro, hahaa.cos i saw her balancing so many many things on her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106864739336495058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106864739336495058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106864739336495058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106864739336495058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/dinner-at-garlics-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106851515945365879</id><published>2003-11-11T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T09:58:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okayy, so yesterday's been a bad day.hahaa, simpy because i haven't got anything done so far.i tried to though.geography.but nothing seems to seep into my brains...wells.and, i kept falling asleep.it was not as if i had a tiring day or what...i just woke up, climbed down e stairs and up again, and i already felt like sleeping...hahaa, lazy valll.but, i had chem tuition at night.so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106851515945365879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106851515945365879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106851515945365879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106851515945365879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/okayy-so-yesterdays-been-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106838887513157692</id><published>2003-11-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:49:00.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never knew I could feel like thisLike I've never seen the sky beforeI want to vanish inside your kissEvery day i'm loving you more than thisListen to my heart, can you hear it singsTelling me to give you everythingSeasons may change, winter to springBut I love you until the end of timeCome what mayCome what mayI will love you until my dying daySuddenly the world seems such a perfect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106838887513157692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106838887513157692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106838887513157692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106838887513157692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/never-knew-i-could-feel-like-this-like.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106838741408114742</id><published>2003-11-09T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:32:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okayy, so i'm been slacking since thursday night... geez.hmms, it was MY BIRTHDAY last friday.*grinsi believe it was the best birthday i've ever had!! :))so, on the 7th of november at 0800...i was fast asleep when some people came to disturb me.hahaa.pulled the covers over my head and the disturbing still went onnn!!i thought it was my irritating brothers trying to disturb my sleep but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106838741408114742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106838741408114742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106838741408114742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106838741408114742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/11/okayy-so-im-been-slacking-since.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106744042169849092</id><published>2003-10-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:41:28.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOO!;))so finally i'm back again. hahaa.ohh nooo...o's are just next week! *groansthis is really bad.and it sucks.Loads on the mind. I just haven't the time.Cut me some slack,How long do i have to deal with this crap.It's been difficult enough, and The Studying is tough,It just hasn't been the best.I'm overly-stressed. But i digress. I'm done for.Please show me the door.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106744042169849092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106744042169849092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106744042169849092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106744042169849092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/boo-so-finally-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106691976311007895</id><published>2003-10-23T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:36:02.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106691976311007895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106691976311007895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691976311007895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691976311007895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106691949357698825</id><published>2003-10-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:36:46.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today marks my last day in PL.i then realised it was the last time to actually be with my friends like that again, realised that it was the last chance to do the things i've done for the last 4 years. it was more than hard to say goodbye, even harder to leave, for some strange reason. but how could that be since this was the day we've all been looking forward to, anticipating. this strange </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106691949357698825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106691949357698825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691949357698825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691949357698825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/today-marks-my-last-day-in-pl.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106691588747303943</id><published>2003-10-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:26:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so my computer has really gone a little bonkers.am using my dad's labtop now.haven't been blogging for almost a week...*oops191003 (Sun)brother's birthday!*cheershad dinner at cartel.playstation for him! ;))201003 (Mon)my dearest sao's birthday!*grinsalmost forgot her birthday, but did not.*oopswent over to her house to give her a surprise with andrea and mich.apple strudel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106691588747303943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106691588747303943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691588747303943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106691588747303943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/okay-so-my-computer-has-really-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106640834283062059</id><published>2003-10-18T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:32:22.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106640834283062059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106640834283062059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106640834283062059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106640834283062059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106640825880645114</id><published>2003-10-18T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T00:33:24.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*arghsbeen lazy these days to blog. :((had geog lesson today.a mini test.then cj started folding and blowing up balls.and she threw them at me!i was an innocent party manz..it was only suppose to be between her and amanda.but i ended up being involved.alex, angel and grace too. haha.we were all throwing paper balls at each other.alex's e funiest.she wanted to throw the ball at angel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106640825880645114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106640825880645114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106640825880645114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106640825880645114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/arghs-been-lazy-these-days-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106622852156665261</id><published>2003-10-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:35:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>read this:A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speedingthrough the night. They loved each other a lot.. Girl: "slow down a little.. I'm scared.."Boy: "No, it's so fun.." Girl: "please..it's so scary.."Boy: "Then say that you love me.." Girl: "Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?" Boy: "Give me a big hug.." The girl gave him a big hug. Girl: "Now can you slow down?" Boy: "Can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106622852156665261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106622852156665261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106622852156665261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106622852156665261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/read-this-girl-and-boy-were-on.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106605628729111744</id><published>2003-10-13T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:44:46.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HUGE SIGH! :((i really really really really dont wanna go school tomorrow!anyway its founders day.no lessons.go for what...plus there's science pratical o's on wednesday.but i'm going anyway...cos my sis said something about my testimonial.and i sure dont want it to affect my testimonial.so i'm going to school tomorrow for the sake of my testimonial.i've already got a few discipline </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106605628729111744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106605628729111744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106605628729111744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106605628729111744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/huge-sigh-i-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106594695837658552</id><published>2003-10-12T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:50:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt like crying,Yet no tears manage to escape?Have you felt a chilling emptiness. While warmed by another body?Have you lost all feeling in ur heart,Yet be plagued by a haunting knock?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106594695837658552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106594695837658552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594695837658552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594695837658552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/have-you-ever-felt-like-cryingyet-no.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106594653760503707</id><published>2003-10-12T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T16:15:37.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to church today.lost the back of my handphone cover!*panickedsearched the whole church.embarassed myself.in the end ernest found it for me!*grins.sis brought the digicam to church today.took many many pics. :))the girls were like so excited....except me, myself and i.heard jay chou's qing tian on dyan's discman today.the song's playing and replaying itself in my head.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106594653760503707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106594653760503707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594653760503707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594653760503707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/went-to-church-today.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106594624032233121</id><published>2003-10-12T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T16:49:42.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i gonna blog about yesterday NOW.in detail.*grinsso minzhi, listen up!i know you're waiting for this entry. :))headed down to town alone after ballet yesterday.cos the rest were meeting earlier.if not jo will just fall asleep at home and not wake up.met them at paragon outside quiksilver.they were taking snaps with andrea's and jo's phone.they looked really stupid.anyways, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106594624032233121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106594624032233121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594624032233121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106594624032233121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/okay-i-gonna-blog-about-yesterday-now.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106579473219764872</id><published>2003-10-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:05:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mrs koh loves picking on us...i've got no idea why.apparently she assumes that every noise she hears is created by us.us= tric, suen and i.well....anyways, report books today!dont ask.think i'm going to some crap school for my first 3 months next year.cant wait for tomorrow!town with my darlings.watching infernal affairs.edison and shawn are cute.*grins.[ i could write a thousand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106571011520774177</id><published>2003-10-09T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:18:42.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(( major sigh.dont know why, but just the thought of the days i have left in PL puts me down.i'll really really miss everybody....the 'MA's especially.... i love every single one of you guys to bits.and there's also alex, minzhi, cj and eunice.... i'll always remember the noise and chaos we always create when we're together. alex always sleeping in class and bringing endless joy to us, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106571011520774177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106571011520774177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106571011520774177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106571011520774177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/major-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5837855.post-106561914641103306</id><published>2003-10-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:23:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa.first time i got no idea what to blog about...i shall just see what comes to my mind.well, thanks alot for telling me once again how much i mean to you.but no matter what, i know i can never take the first place in your heart.i can only be the second.but i'm fine with it....*i think.though my heart breaks into a million pieces everytime i see you with her,i'm willing to bear this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106561914641103306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106561914641103306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106561914641103306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106561914641103306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>`val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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me.so fustrating!guess what's worse?i ended up biking home in the rain instead...........drenched!well.............oh yess. i met kx there too.she was swimming and tanning.i was just tanning. haha.slept at 0200 last night and woke up at 0745 for tuition.surprisingly, i dont feel tired at all. -grins.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/feeds/106524718069607096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5837855&amp;postID=106524718069607096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106524718069607096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5837855/posts/default/106524718069607096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamourindicator.blogspot.com/2003/10/hmph-went-tanning-today.html' 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