<?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-6267536</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:42:26.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pixies in my head whispered it to me.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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>575</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-1544502510856411663</id><published>2007-09-25T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:42:01.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La Mer The Eye ConcentrateThis concentrated, ultraluxe eye treatment quenches and conditions impressionable skin. The Eye Concentrate significantly reduces the appearance of dark circles and puffiness, lines and wrinkles, encouraging the eye area to look and feel healthy, supple and luminous as never before.  The Eye Concentrate is infused with three unique forms of Miracle Broth™: the original, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1544502510856411663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1544502510856411663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#1544502510856411663' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bH4kxg66pd0/Rvh6EvLBx0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sn9wJVs7q1U/s72-c/lm_27A0_246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-3998985565504050950</id><published>2007-09-24T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:42:02.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am obsessed with Elmo!That's Elmo with Pokey &lt;3Every time the boy calls, I see this picture and I don't want to pick up the call!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3998985565504050950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3998985565504050950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3998985565504050950' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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/_bH4kxg66pd0/Rvd9EPLBxzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5_N28hiTOdU/s72-c/Elmo+%26+Pokey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-5028564195782408223</id><published>2007-09-06T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:14:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iPod Classic or iPod Touch?Why Steve? Why? Why do this to me (and millions of apple fans)?! You just had to make Touch 160GB and we would kiss the ground you walk on even more!I can't decide! AHHH!How?MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/5028564195782408223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/5028564195782408223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5028564195782408223' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-3821287807917562891</id><published>2007-09-03T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:42:02.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See what I got at Comex!!Fujitsu U1010iSmart 160GB storage in WhiteShopping makes me happy!After using the U1010 over the weekend, I conclude Macs are awesome and Vista is such a crappy OS!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3821287807917562891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3821287807917562891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#3821287807917562891' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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/_bH4kxg66pd0/RttjecoMvOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uwDbkGii5yI/s72-c/u1010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-7456393498133062525</id><published>2007-08-27T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:25:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1) Behead teddy.2) Stick dead teddy into USB port.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/7456393498133062525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/7456393498133062525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7456393498133062525' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-1326182916721490923</id><published>2007-08-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:01:06.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I could read Korean.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1326182916721490923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1326182916721490923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1326182916721490923' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-6818118958018466429</id><published>2007-08-04T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T13:40:44.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just seems so surreal.wad's with that proud and somewhat trying-to-be cool disposition surrounding you?i can barely find the real ME anymore.geez school's starting. feeling kinda apprehensive yet excited- to join a new cca! i want to do wakeboarding, running, kickboxing..yadah yadah.yay, SUN, here i come!gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/6818118958018466429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/6818118958018466429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6818118958018466429' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-6679617246383920477</id><published>2007-07-31T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:53:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to go on a holiday too. Kenny's always going somewhere (without me!) and I am so jealous. Even the stinky (yes, I believe he smells) slimming product company boss is going to Thailand this weekend! I need to reschedule our appoinment now but I don't want to give my National Day weekend away!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/6679617246383920477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/6679617246383920477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6679617246383920477' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-1774245314689023708</id><published>2007-07-30T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:19:48.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You probably know how much i dislike a certain sliming product company. To make my fancy day fancier, I have to meet up with it's boss to discuss the artwork for the next issue. Oh golly! I imagine him to be loud, fat and bald.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1774245314689023708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1774245314689023708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1774245314689023708' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-8541382744975286284</id><published>2007-07-26T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:16:49.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a healthy mold eater. I ate mold today and probably yesterday.Expired Oreo Cookies.I thought the little white things on the cookie was Oreo cream. They looked like they were smeared across the cookie. I wasn't doing the Oreo ritual thing of 'Twist, Lick, Dip/Dunk, Eat. I usually eat the cream first (I &lt;3 cream. I know, I know everyone loves the cookie) then cookie but I am at work so I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/8541382744975286284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/8541382744975286284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8541382744975286284' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-9186081872843665208</id><published>2007-06-25T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:52:43.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANYWAY, it was surely an eventful weekend last week.i forgot to submit my df and tuition grant form to ntu before the dateline la!like toally completely wholly did not remember to do so- until i went to jav's place and shaz, shufen and simaa told me about it -.-and i missed the med checkup too! blardy shit.i mean, imagine the consequences if we didnt have an odac gathering last weekend? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/9186081872843665208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/9186081872843665208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#9186081872843665208' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-5334711067789336577</id><published>2007-06-25T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:29:53.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I. MISS. PRIMARY. SCHOOL. TOO!i miss our hangouts at your ( yes, you cheese) place, our daily loooong phone conversations, the babyish voices the twins always spoke with, the leonard rumours, the issac rumours too and every other thing. i miss our clique!!you; twins; leonard; wil and perhaps, justin siok and ck.mabbe we should put our pride aside and organize an outing some day. just MABBE.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/5334711067789336577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/5334711067789336577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5334711067789336577' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-4310282890948221277</id><published>2007-06-23T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:51:32.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suddenly this bout of nostalgia hit me.I miss everyone from my primary school, especially if you are a Darren, Darrel, Leonard or Wilfred.Luckily (or not) I still have my cheese!I remember primary school to be a whole lot of fun. It was fun every single day and I mean fun in the true sense of the word. This is me dwelling in the past. I feel so sad and sorry for myself now.In primary school, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/4310282890948221277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/4310282890948221277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4310282890948221277' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-3458749991883270145</id><published>2007-06-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:47:56.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like the word 'sprocket'. Doesn't it sound so sexily British (Brit-ish)?I am reading up on Holga cameras while snacking on a banana bun. I cannot wait to try using 35mm film on my Holga! The effect is so sprocketly-sprocket-awesome! I'm at work by the way.This is great cos 35mm film (the common film you used to use before the Canon Ixus) is so easily available and cheap as compared to 120 film </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3458749991883270145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/3458749991883270145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3458749991883270145' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-1013281430537173566</id><published>2007-06-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:52:50.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i thought i was never gonna blog again- to slip into oblivion and be contented with the way things work but no, i need an outlet to vent some frustration, blabber some crap and; perhaps just keep everyone updated.my ah ma passed away. it was not sudden nor tremendously tragic. just left me feeling numbed.i miss her, her ocassional ramblings bout the past, her cute demeanor and.. nahh. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1013281430537173566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/1013281430537173566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1013281430537173566' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-7965844847380219769</id><published>2007-05-22T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:02:15.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally claimed the blog back from blogger. I had to create a new gmail account. Gah! I like gmail, a lot, I just don't like to link my email account to every damn thing. It's like the ficker-yahoo! thing. Annoying.My neck feels so soft. I think it's because of the SK-II whitening source moisturize. It's love. The Facial Treatment C has gotten rid of my dry flaky skin and I've got less fine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/7965844847380219769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/7965844847380219769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7965844847380219769' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116646643018279919</id><published>2006-12-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:27:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year where it rains like it threatens to flood. Getting wet is not fun and my umbrella is meant to shield me from the sun not the rain. Pour in some faraway land like Jurong -- I don't care -- and only start the showers where I am, when I am tucked in bed, warm and cozy.It's also the time of the year to spread the festive joy! To me it just means presents :D The whole thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116646643018279919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116646643018279919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116646643018279919' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116481998812703212</id><published>2006-11-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:06:28.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am really happy :)Happy about everything. The world is a beautiful place! There are lovely people and wonderful things. I am in a good mood :))Radio Production was fun! We got to go live on-air on MediaBiz Radio, The Buzz in Biz ;) (campus radio) The post-adrenaline rush got me happy high :D but I am still not a fan of radio. I really don't like to hear my own voice.M.A.C is love! Shower me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116481998812703212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116481998812703212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116481998812703212' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116428752573009299</id><published>2006-11-23T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:13:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was supposed to run with XY and Suyin today but it was too hot and I was too vain. So XY and I walked.I'm oh-so tired and oh-so sad. I'm gonna miss you, again. The spirit of giving has hit me. I'm feeling very generous this year, so if I remember you, there's something for you on my new Christmas Gifts (giving out) list. Hopefully, presents will come in pretty boxes with fancy ribbons and gift </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116428752573009299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116428752573009299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116428752573009299' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116385819795635672</id><published>2006-11-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:56:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am sick or am about to fall real sick. My jaw hurts, my nose is runny, my head is spinning, my throat is slightly sore and my body is aching. :(I think it's too much school, not going home and sleeping late. The lack of rest for a week has resulted in me falling sick. Rah! I wish I wern't so weak!I didn't eat anything other than fish bee hoon (dinner) today. I slept for three hours in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116385819795635672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116385819795635672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116385819795635672' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116343529133088356</id><published>2006-11-14T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:28:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think of me is one of my favorite songs. I can listen to it over and over again. It's so sad but yet so beautiful. It'll be fantastic to see this song performed live when Phantom of the Opera comes to Singapore.My favorite part of the song:We never said our love was evergreen Or as unchanging as the seaBut if you can still rememberStop and think of meThink of all the things we have shared and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116343529133088356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116343529133088356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116343529133088356' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116308129463664772</id><published>2006-11-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:08:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are the pills I eat every night.I'm a pill-popping junkie, so maybe that's why I've been feeling so tired the entire week. My head is spinning now. Am I high? Maybe it's not the pills, it's school.Vitamins and suppliments, from left to right, Gelatin, Calcium, Vitamin C, Royal Jelly, Evening Primrose Oil.Yes, I eat them all at one go. Sometimes, I amaze myself.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116308129463664772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116308129463664772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116308129463664772' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116307454397069538</id><published>2006-11-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:15:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's mid-week and I feel drained already. I've been busy trying to balance my life and school. Monday I skipped school, caught a late movie (Crank -- it was so bad that it was good) and reached home after twelve.Tuesday, 11am - 6pm.Wednesday, 9am - 6pm; went out, reached home slightly before twelve.Thursday, tutorial: 9am - 1pm; Radio assignment out of school: 1pm-3.30pm; Return equipment to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116307454397069538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116307454397069538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116307454397069538' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116299316752547300</id><published>2006-11-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:39:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh i cant wait for tomz. there's like finally gonna be a break.a's have been one tiring journey!only had a three hours math paper yesterday and another three hour chem paper today; i feel so lethargic already. it's like all the brain juices were wringed out of my head- and it's not even as if i have not experienced this tiresome schedule before. (think  block tests, mid years, prelims plus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116299316752547300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116299316752547300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116299316752547300' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116273476138118865</id><published>2006-11-05T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:52:41.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiyah, my phone spolit cos I drop into water.My mom says I can get a new phone tomorrow but I don't like the current phones out now. I'll wait a month and 13 days more and I will be 20 months into my contract with M1. I'll be able to upgrade without having to topup an additional $100.I've shortlisted four phones.red MOTORAZR V3MMOTOMING A1200MOTOKRZR K1mNokia L'amour 2 Collection -- 7390I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116273476138118865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116273476138118865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116273476138118865' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116256355725932435</id><published>2006-11-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:19:17.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i played monopoly today!(:and i so believe in fengshui from now on. it's lik everyone kept landing on the right side of the board while my properties were on the left. and so kenneth became the tycoon. evill sia.urgh, i feel stressed. chem has so many definitions to remember!gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116256355725932435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116256355725932435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116256355725932435' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116246693655101785</id><published>2006-11-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:15:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life has extremes. I really hate someone and I really like someone (other than myself in both cases).I am really bored now because Kenny is bloody sleeping and I am waiting for him to get up to have dinner. I'm typing as loudly and as annoyingly as possible to 'accidentally' wake him up. Sadly it's not working. I've been waiting for two to three hours already. Times like this, I really applaud</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116246693655101785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116246693655101785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116246693655101785' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116212656877084385</id><published>2006-10-29T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T21:03:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a panic. I think I've no time left. School is offically starting tomorrow. My timetable doesn't seem bad but I still think I don't have much time. Shit. I'm nervous and I feel queasy and there are butterfiles in my stomach. I feel like a diver losing oxygen... Glup. And I don't know how to swim.How now brown cow?MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116212656877084385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116212656877084385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116212656877084385' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116196447407122120</id><published>2006-10-27T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:54:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The word of the day is 'insanely'.Have you done something(s) so insanely stupid and ridiculous that you absolutely find it a need to hit yourself or to find someone/something to blame because you are burning with shame and there isn't a hole nearby to crawl in?I think recently, this has been me. You know there are times when you are with certain people, your level of intelligence drops to zero. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116196447407122120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116196447407122120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116196447407122120' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116166998158599312</id><published>2006-10-24T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:06:21.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my new 'enhanced' AMT card yesterday. It's a debit card. I hate it. It's blue. The only reason I picked this over the normal blue ATM card was that I could get my name printed on it. I hate how blue it is.I get my card and the first time I use it, it's on shampoo, shower foam and two peel off masks, all of which are not for my use.I hate my blue ATM card! Blue! Why blue? Augh!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116166998158599312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116166998158599312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116166998158599312' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116160954252008681</id><published>2006-10-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:19:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>princess hour is nice.whoever cares about the predictable storyline and unrealistic scenerios; it is simply enjoyable anticipatin the show being aired on ch u everynite.( i know there's youtube, but yea. i prefer watching it on tv. ) watching the show is like being trapped in a fairytale- of princes, princesses and happy happy endings. perhaps it's mundane la. but watching such shows just allow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116160954252008681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116160954252008681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116160954252008681' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116142803442927639</id><published>2006-10-21T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T18:53:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lost my ATM card. I had it since Primary Five/Six. It's the silver one that has your name embossed on. LE SIGH!It's my first time losing something 'big' like this. I've never lost a wallet, phone, bag...... this is like my first time! Shock, shock, horror, horror, sulk.I can only get my card replaced on Monday! RAH!I was a Peninsular Plaza and I was going to withdraw money to buy a watch on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116142803442927639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116142803442927639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116142803442927639' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116109958191177675</id><published>2006-10-17T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:39:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"hey mate, i'm all waxed. waiting for your heavenly mouth to eroticize me" MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116109958191177675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116109958191177675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116109958191177675' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116109693762057920</id><published>2006-10-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:55:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone close just returned home from a short trip and I'm so happy! I've a smile stretched from ear to ear.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116109693762057920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116109693762057920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116109693762057920' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116040599777258313</id><published>2006-10-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:59:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are fine :) &lt;3 I'm just going to sulk that my holidays are ending soon. Boo hoo.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116040599777258313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116040599777258313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116040599777258313' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116040329240911612</id><published>2006-10-09T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:20:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yipee! i finally got a pair of decent jeans! :)joanne chua! HOW IS EVERYTHING? HOW'S ERM IT GOING?? hehehehhh.gooodness.studying these days has been quite a dread. perhaps i'm merely escaping from reality. despite knowing how much i study better at home, alone (may i emphasize), facing the four walls, i seem reluctant to acknowledge that very fact and have been studyin out every day. someone, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116040329240911612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116040329240911612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116040329240911612' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-116030480686754653</id><published>2006-10-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:54:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leopard eyes!!I was really bored so I did a replica of pinkypinky from specktra.net's versionMATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116030480686754653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/116030480686754653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116030480686754653' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115908332496022504</id><published>2006-09-24T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T15:50:26.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Click picture to watch!Ketchup EffectIt's super funny!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115908332496022504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115908332496022504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115908332496022504' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115901147229748674</id><published>2006-09-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:37:52.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday's kayaking with odac peeps was really fun. and i finally got my tan.but somehow, i'm not in the mood to elaborate. cos i think, they are gonna split. it's only a matter of time; mark my words.yes go ahead, i'd rather it be that way than mabbe we will all live a better life- away from all the screams, accusations and lies. damn you, adults.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115901147229748674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115901147229748674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115901147229748674' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115893554502235670</id><published>2006-09-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:32:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oic.I really hate this word. Actually, can you even consider it to be a word?! No offense to all of you out there who prefer this fast and simple method. I just don't like it. It's not you, it's me.Okay, I'm in no position to complain on how people spell certain words or in this case a sentence, because I am a horrid speller. I am just being a grumpy old lady. Yes, go ahead, ignore me!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115893554502235670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115893554502235670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115893554502235670' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115891226929711435</id><published>2006-09-22T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:04:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been too lazy this holiday. I go to the gym two times a week as compared to four times a week when I had school! My personal trainer said two times a week is sufficient for me but I feel so lazy! It also doesn't help that my favorite 'auntie' trainer has moved to working part-time! He only does two classes a week! Sigh!The soundtrack to The Banquet is really good. The show was fantastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115891226929711435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115891226929711435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115891226929711435' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115837628756254216</id><published>2006-09-16T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:11:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my my. for the third time this year, i'm down with conjuctivities!! i'm not even wearing contacts or wadsoever. why is it happening again! and this is all occurring in the midst of the prelims. but nvm, conjuctivities or not; i'm not exactly gonna do exceptionally well for them. the papers were horrid.and i plea, will you lil fella leave my eyes alone?gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115837628756254216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115837628756254216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115837628756254216' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115833090834073157</id><published>2006-09-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:29:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MAC 182I FINALLY got it! I pursuaded my dad to get it for me together with a new small angle brush, 266 (the handle of the old one cracked).Yay-yay-yay!Cheap sunnies from OG.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115833090834073157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115833090834073157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115833090834073157' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115830272116271522</id><published>2006-09-15T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:45:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yunjin KimOH WOW. HOT.Yes, that's Sun from Lost. Now, please just kill Evangeline Lilly in the show.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115830272116271522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115830272116271522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115830272116271522' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115823864931216395</id><published>2006-09-14T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:58:34.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm kinda excited that I'm going down to the M.A.C counter at Tangs tomorrow as my regular evil make-up artist, Yaya, has been posted there as the manager. One, because the Tangs counter and its make-up artists have always give out this snobby feel; two, I can finally lay my hands on the new collection after so long! I'm hoping I'll end up buying zero out of two quads. I know quads are so worth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115823864931216395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115823864931216395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115823864931216395' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115812536730384381</id><published>2006-09-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T14:22:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apple's 'It's Showtime!'? event announced improvements to the entire iPod family!iPod nanoThey are looking pretty similar to the old iPod minis but they are slimmer and that's gorgeous. The black one's looking especially sexy and the pink one's hot!iPod shuffleI personally like this one very much. I might just consider getting one!iPodIt's pretty much looking the same but the screen's brighter, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115812536730384381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115812536730384381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115812536730384381' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115806733609547404</id><published>2006-09-12T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:22:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shall declare that i'm not very optimistic about chem tomz.ello, my table number is lik U 444.in the victorian way of speaking, thanks ar.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115806733609547404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115806733609547404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806733609547404' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115789694851396133</id><published>2006-09-10T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:08:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here are some random shots of thr studying sessions i've been having with mon and fly these days. they are horrendously funny. especially mon, the slow poke.hehehehh.happy people!so you dare say we aint patriotic.all smiles!(: ( gravitaional notes, anyone?)gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115789694851396133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115789694851396133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115789694851396133' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115786957395694819</id><published>2006-09-10T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:26:13.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The past week I've been spending so much time outside that my room feels like a cheap motel with a shared bathroom -- not that I mind. I want to grab Pokey and run away! Whisk me off on your magic carpet to a whole new world!Totally OT but I miss Clay Aiken AI2 days!Jooann and I at Comex as Intel showgirls! LOL!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115786957395694819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115786957395694819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115786957395694819' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115780087665472048</id><published>2006-09-09T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T19:36:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the school holidays are ending. yikes!thank you all for the love and care. muaaaaacks. i'm all well and have talked some sense into myself; to prevent from wallowing deeper into self pity.i have made a resoluation: to be less self concious.so i, erm, shall.and wanjie where have you been? take care girl (:to my lovely cheese, update!(wad a fragmented entry)gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115780087665472048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115780087665472048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115780087665472048' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115717153843115603</id><published>2006-09-02T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:32:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once again, i'm stuck a home.actually it's only the first time i stayed at home this week. for like the duration of an entire day.somehow i'm feelin sad again. i dunno. i feel so loosely connected with everyone.and i mean everyone.and i read an article yesterday about giving love. giving all you can until it hurts. and it said: "you find true joy and happiness in life when you give and give and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115717153843115603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115717153843115603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115717153843115603' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115702140760714139</id><published>2006-08-31T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:07:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went for teacher's day celebration in school today. wahhhh it was horrendously boring. like some singapore idol rendition. the concert merely revolved around songs songs and more songs. people were shrieking into the mike! - let's just say our school sound system is a tad pathetic.but there was this j1 girl whose efforts were commendable:) her voice was kinda clear, soothing and stuff. really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115702140760714139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115702140760714139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115702140760714139' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115690453502345133</id><published>2006-08-30T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:22:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, you just have to learn to let go.to know that however hard you try, things will never be the same again.and as i ponder upon everything that has happened as of late, i realized how the sparks never lasted. i wished they did, but they never never will.familarity breeds contempt rings ever so true.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115690453502345133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115690453502345133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115690453502345133' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115690332130798200</id><published>2006-08-30T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:02:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see, technology is pure annoyance.i never seem to enjoy any of their seemingly wondrous advancements. yet, their extremely entrenched nature has become part of our everyday life. let's just hope we will not be slaved by technology one day.well, you see, i'm not particularly blessed with the knowledge to deal with those complex tools. so i'm sounding kinda like s sore loser, or something like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115690332130798200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115690332130798200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115690332130798200' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115686517036519323</id><published>2006-08-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:26:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You bloody, fucking, screwy Internet, I hope you die err... get well soon. Dunch keep disconnecting lar! Please?MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115686517036519323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115686517036519323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115686517036519323' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115686454513145108</id><published>2006-08-29T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:15:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling queasy all day. I've been lazing in bed all day. I've been doing nothing all day. I've been immersed in boredom all day. I need to ameliorate my living standards or something like that.I think I need to go puke or something like that.I need to find a new stranger to talk to online. The current one is too boring. I think I need to go puke or something like that.I want to watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115686454513145108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115686454513145108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115686454513145108' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115682443693828905</id><published>2006-08-29T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T12:07:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>where are you, people?the study break is here. which explains why, i guess.and today, after a long period of time, i finally stayed at home. alone. i just cant stand it. the place is so friggin quiet, empty, almost desolute. i tried to do some work, and i struggle-pathetically. so i yearn for people, many of them, and their laughters; to propel me forward and transport me to another world.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115682443693828905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115682443693828905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115682443693828905' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115659331682064123</id><published>2006-08-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:55:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going fishing tonight and see what Sharan sent me...CATCH FISHES MANY MANY!! :-D.... HOLD STINKY PRAWNS!ROFL!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115659331682064123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115659331682064123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115659331682064123' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115655818330123221</id><published>2006-08-26T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:09:43.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I thought I would take pictures of somethings that I like. You know, to cheer me up.Pokey :)The best plasters EVERMelissa shoesIncanto CharmsFlorida's Natural String Fruit SnackSome peopleNo-brand watch with some sentimental value.MacBookProFavorite makeup itemsMATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115655818330123221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115655818330123221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115655818330123221' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115652367411037180</id><published>2006-08-26T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:34:34.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once in a while, a bout of depression kicks in for no reason or rhyme and it is now. I'm so bloody depressed and I don't know why. Okay, maybe I do but I just can't pinpoint exactly why. Until all this blows over, I'm highly irritable and upset. I need to destroy pretty things and everyone, please go away.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115652367411037180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115652367411037180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115652367411037180' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115640268001105928</id><published>2006-08-24T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:58:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ask me out for a drink or lunch or dinner or something. I miss everyone.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115640268001105928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115640268001105928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115640268001105928' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115634286914488118</id><published>2006-08-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:21:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow,Watched the stars crash into the sea.If I could ask God just one question,Why aren't you here with me tonight?I know God is around, but just tonight, I feel forgotten.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115634286914488118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115634286914488118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115634286914488118' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115633989548495686</id><published>2006-08-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:33:51.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very sad because you are an idiot.I'm very out-of-sorts because you are an idiot.I don't want to study for BMR. It's so boring and I'm very distracted because you are an idiot.You are a stupid idiot.Do I often do crazy things?I think I did something so crazy, something like a decade and a year. Now I am so confused. Help?MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115633989548495686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115633989548495686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115633989548495686' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115583158209539642</id><published>2006-08-18T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:19:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wheee! Joanne Scarlett is happy!I just got a job at a market research company and it rocks! It's a hella fun and the pay is awesome! I took back lots of bubble wrap today. Hehe :)Rouge tush is my new name, courtesy of Sharan who knows my secret. Die!A friend just came back from Bangkok, Thailand. Yay!manonner = MacDonald'sMATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115583158209539642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115583158209539642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115583158209539642' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115544730168575335</id><published>2006-08-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:16:00.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never fit like a tailor-made corset.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115544730168575335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115544730168575335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115544730168575335' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115537950542820571</id><published>2006-08-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:51:46.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How is it possible for you, a certain X, to be inhumanely selfish and outrageously charming at the same moment?I simply cannot comprehend everything that has happened of late. Yet, finding an avenue to share the inner voice is a seemingly arduous task. Perhaps, I am suffering from an inferiority complex of some sort or a form of paranoia syndrome.okie, nevermind.on a brighter note, got a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115537950542820571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115537950542820571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115537950542820571' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115522708687026326</id><published>2006-08-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T00:24:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell me about the stars, the story of the sun and the moon. Tell me about leaders, kings and conquerors, and the tales about their lands. Tell me about myths, legends and folktales. Tell me about people, animals, plants; tell me about the human evolution. Tell me stories like I were in the Arabian Nights. Tell me everything there is to know about the world and you. Bring me from coast, to coast, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115522708687026326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115522708687026326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115522708687026326' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115521229030121662</id><published>2006-08-10T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:18:10.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't help but get excited when I think of the break in a weeks time! I don't know what I'll be doing then but I'll be happy!I bought pretty lacy undies today! Yay!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115521229030121662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115521229030121662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115521229030121662' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115512229471828229</id><published>2006-08-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:18:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I've an interesting and unusual thought running though my head.Will I get married?Sure I've thought about it before (when I believed in fairytales) but later I figured I couldn't possibly spend my entire life with someone else and not go crazy in boredom and finally insane. Then sometime back, kungpaokitty blogged about some author's interpretation of a kind of love that 'grows with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115512229471828229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115512229471828229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115512229471828229' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115479680178968581</id><published>2006-08-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:53:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The doctor says I've got a fungal infection and I'm itching so badly. Die fungi, die! I wish I could scratch but that will tear my skin and leave me itching in pain. If I could scratch, I would do such a good job that I would scratch your eyes out! Yes, YOU!. Okay, not you, actually no one in particular. I'm going insane trying to endure the itch and hold back my desire to scratch. RAH!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115479680178968581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115479680178968581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479680178968581' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115477633233240163</id><published>2006-08-05T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:12:12.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now, get that into your head - stop living in the past.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115477633233240163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115477633233240163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115477633233240163' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115477261863754789</id><published>2006-08-05T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T18:37:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterdayi had the best dinner ever.lihuan cherly sharon neha claratan wanjie nas nad jieyi!i didnt know i missed pb so much, i didnt know we could possibly have so much fun over dinner- until last night. forget about the horrendous queue ( it took us an hour to get into pizzahut!) every single minute was worthwhile(: and to prove my point, we stayed at pizza hut till half past ten.well. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115477261863754789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115477261863754789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115477261863754789' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115461763198244423</id><published>2006-08-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:07:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhh! Very itchy! I must refrain from scratching! I'll have to see a doctor tomorrow! Sigh, there goes more moolah..MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115461763198244423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115461763198244423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115461763198244423' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115458178506676672</id><published>2006-08-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:10:35.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Video killed the radio star.lalalaMATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115458178506676672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115458178506676672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115458178506676672' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115451780404169268</id><published>2006-08-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T19:23:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joanne ScarlettThe Joanne Scarlett is a beautiful, superficial female being with an apparent split personality. The Joanne is reserved and almost taciturn. It hates all life forms and is antiqued in thought. The Scarlett, a complete opposite from The Joanne, is an attention seeking, limelight whore with extremely liberal views. Due to The Scarlett's libertarian values, it is always blamed for any</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115451780404169268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115451780404169268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115451780404169268' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115431414730898937</id><published>2006-07-31T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:49:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks cheese!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115431414730898937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115431414730898937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115431414730898937' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115425920432975949</id><published>2006-07-30T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:33:24.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i realized;this entire week is f**king upsetting.i havent, havent felt lik this for a long long while.you know, we're all right. in our own ways for our own reasons.compromising is so hard to come by these days.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115425920432975949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115425920432975949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115425920432975949' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115419004321434266</id><published>2006-07-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:20:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so frustrated, I'll blow up. My parents keep fucking calling me. They are bloody uptight for no fucking reason.Tonight, I sat at an eating house to accompany a friend for dinner. Our table was quite. I couldn't think of what to say.I don't like to be restricted. The restriction on me affects the person around me. I hate it! I want to run away.We walked me home. It was quite and so disturbing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115419004321434266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115419004321434266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115419004321434266' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115417903061019251</id><published>2006-07-29T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:17:11.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate waiting. It's a crazy amount of anitcipation. The yearning for time to come/pass always places me in a state of great disturbance. Then there's the insane boredom and the incoherent thoughts that wonder through your mind. Waiting just leaves me almost dead. Sometimes I think I deserve to wait because I'm always late. I try to be on time but I'm lazy and slow, and thus tardy. I've got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115417903061019251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115417903061019251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115417903061019251' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115404590813123734</id><published>2006-07-28T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T08:46:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lifehouse-breathing"I'm finding my way back to sanity againThough I don't really know whatI'm gonna do when I get thereTake a breath and hold on tightSpin around one more timeAnd gracefully fall back to the arms of grace'Cause I am hanging on every word you sayAnd even if you don't want to speak tonightThat's alright, alright with me'Cause I want nothing more than toSit outside Heaven's door and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115404590813123734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115404590813123734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115404590813123734' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115384709019380925</id><published>2006-07-26T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:04:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very jealous!!!The other multicam group invited mrbrown and mr miyagi for their recording last week and I only found out today when I saw their script! RAHH! My group thought of inviting them too but we settled on the Singapore Paranormal Investigators (SPI) instead. SIGH! I'm such a mb and mm fan!! :((((MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115384709019380925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115384709019380925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115384709019380925' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115367869719321617</id><published>2006-07-24T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:18:17.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love my cheesy friend :)MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115367869719321617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115367869719321617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115367869719321617' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115366883027318093</id><published>2006-07-23T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:33:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you and i are cheese!" ((:bro, i hope you are feeling better.gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115366883027318093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115366883027318093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115366883027318093' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115364012621208013</id><published>2006-07-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:35:26.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg. jo, our reputation is at stake.went to visit my matchstickish friend yesterday. she looks the same, that is, without all the MAC (may i emphasize) makeup. yea so we did all the usual girls stuff and once again she was a perv. peeping thru the toilet door, tailing along my sillouette, proclaiming my erm acitivities. but well, it is always great catching up with old friends(:poof.the weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115364012621208013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115364012621208013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115364012621208013' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115359149608121625</id><published>2006-07-23T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:04:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is weird. Weird, weird, weird.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115359149608121625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115359149608121625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115359149608121625' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115356788289470322</id><published>2006-07-22T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:16:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glad came over to learn to apply eyeliner and we took some silly photos with Apple's Photo Booth on my MacBookPro.Enjoy, I think.I know there are some 'act cute' photos, just laugh them off, ya? We won't attempt such shots ever again!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115356788289470322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115356788289470322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115356788289470322' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115356461283238957</id><published>2006-07-22T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:36:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna post up a series of spastic (some quite nice lah)photos in a while. Heh heh heh.I'll make dinner first.MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115356461283238957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115356461283238957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115356461283238957' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115349338901065631</id><published>2006-07-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:49:49.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going to take a shower in the shower (haha, I had to write that), so I peeled off my clothes when I was finally down to my underwear, I realised other than a towel I didn't bring in any other clothing. I could just wrap myself with the towel after my shower, but I don't want my family to see me 'clothed' in such a manner. So I put my dirty clothes back on and here I am blogging (instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115349338901065631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115349338901065631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115349338901065631' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115336713609395436</id><published>2006-07-20T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T11:45:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got up real early today, like at 10am... erm 10.33am. Maybe the rest of you had to wake up at six or seven in the morning but this is an achievement for me. See, I got up early (earlier than usual) to eat breakfast!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115336713609395436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115336713609395436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115336713609395436' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115324275311499201</id><published>2006-07-19T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:12:33.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate all you mean people.One more month till the end of the semester. I really can't wait for the good kind of boredom to come!A few days ago I was thinking if I had to list my top 10 favorite things, I wouldn't know what they are and I probably wouldn't know how to rank them. But, M.A.C and fireworks would be in the list. Oh yes, pokey too. :)I'm so tired. I went for kickboxing today. I hate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115324275311499201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115324275311499201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115324275311499201' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115315387067818202</id><published>2006-07-18T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:31:10.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to follow advice to eat more during the first six hours after waking up and to eat less as the day goes by. I'm doing the complete oppsite. Why is it so difficult to listen to what people have to say?I just found out yesterday that I've low blood pressure. My entire family has high blood pressure (and might die anytime soon) though. I wonder if they picked up the wrong baby from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115315387067818202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115315387067818202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115315387067818202' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115302348004540007</id><published>2006-07-16T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:18:00.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dear friend, so i guess it's none other then me.the way you put everything across; left me with a twinge of sadness.but wad can i say?indeed, you did not have to give a shit. yes go on.i'm selfish, i give all my time to him, we dun have those heart to heart conversations anymore. blah blah blah.perhaps, you allude the gradual change to him.yet have you realized, more often then not, i've felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115302348004540007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115302348004540007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115302348004540007' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115302244877795507</id><published>2006-07-16T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T12:00:48.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i'm gonna get my phone back today; it's about time anyway.they took more then a week to service that blardy phone.gonna watch pirates today. yipeeeeee(:gladys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115302244877795507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115302244877795507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115302244877795507' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115280019863812350</id><published>2006-07-13T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:20:33.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so excited! mrbrown's printing the Tur Kwa, and I am Singaporean T-shirt!I can't wait! I'm getting the Tur Kwa one!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115280019863812350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115280019863812350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115280019863812350' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115279615146180620</id><published>2006-07-13T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:09:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg. i didnt know i would even consider not going for prom.but well, i am.it's tough you know. when 7 out of 10 girls in your class are NOT going. and the two who most probably are would not share the same table. i wish tk could have a table of our own. let's just say, i wish we were all in the same class. lei, ahbah, pihuan, wee, cherlyn yadah yadahh.and the out-of-the-world price ticket is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115279615146180620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115279615146180620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115279615146180620' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115277116355036813</id><published>2006-07-13T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T16:59:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got so many deadlines to adhere to. Boo! I've got no time to paint my nails, go to the hair salon or get waxed! I also miss going to the gym. I'm getting flabby! I must try to squeeze all that, a trip to the MAC counter (She-Shines collection!) and my assignments into this weekend's schedule!I want to curl up into a ball and hide.On a completely unrelated note, I love Apple's iCal!MATCHSTICK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115277116355036813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115277116355036813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115277116355036813' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115262650764550621</id><published>2006-07-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:57:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well. i am pro england and obviously still pro ron.nvm both are ousted in world cup already. in fact, the latter has ended.heard news that ronaldo demands to leave manu, even epl-as he is apparently regarded as a hate figure in england at the present moment.noooooooo! cannot! then i will never ever see him on tv again. you tell me which channel got portugese cup whatsoever? wahlauu.school has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115262650764550621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115262650764550621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115262650764550621' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115190382750492469</id><published>2006-07-03T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:17:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>england is OUT!!@#$#$*&amp;**#$%&amp;%@#$##$%#^%&amp;&amp;*&amp;*well now, i still love ronaldo for his arrogance and handsome goodlooks; but yet (at the same time) i loate him for his winning penalty.but look at it this way, it was rooney foul temper. he spoilt everything. time to change boy.time to GROW up. see those stoopid rich kids, they are just worth billions, nothing else. when do they realise that it takes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115190382750492469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115190382750492469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115190382750492469' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115174073767810738</id><published>2006-07-01T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:02:25.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so we have a long weekend and it's time to play.and i shant resign to the fate that we still have two more papers. went out on thurs nite with alden to hougang mall. jus ate talked and lazed around. yesterday wasnt very fruitful either. went to visit shawn and spent an entire work-free day together. last evening, alden bro was once again enticing me with his betting activities and this time i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115174073767810738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115174073767810738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115174073767810738' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6267536.post-115168986030660420</id><published>2006-07-01T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:51:00.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unexpected things have been happening lately. RAH! I don't need some spice in my life! A good cup of tea or a great day at the gym is enough, for now. Right now, I would just like things to remain in routine. I want to fill my spaces in my personal calendar and stick to them. It's so much safer. Ya, I sound old and unwilling to venture further. At this point in time, I don't need to or maybe I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115168986030660420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6267536/posts/default/115168986030660420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://individualexpression.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115168986030660420' title=''/><author><name>glad girl with the matchstick</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></entry></feed>
