<?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-26076083</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:01:18.117-07:00</updated><category term='i want a life'/><category term='future'/><category term='SIMPLICITY'/><category term='sarcasm'/><category term='incomplete supply side notes'/><category term='AZM'/><category term='good bye dear.'/><category term='RANDOMN'/><category term='SCHOOL'/><category term='random'/><category term='YOU'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='ka chings'/><category term='PHOTO POST'/><category term='YUMM'/><category term='BYE SINGAPORE'/><category term='WHY?'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='the old days'/><category term='loves'/><category term='rebonding disaster'/><category term='if they could last who can ?'/><category term='dates.'/><category term='MY DECO STYLE'/><category term='adaptation'/><category term='SPEND'/><category term='good bye'/><category term='MAKE UPS'/><category term='SHOPPING'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='FRIENDS'/><category term='SINGLE'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='presents'/><category term='cny'/><category term='baking quarrels'/><category term='18th birthday'/><category term='results like shit'/><category term='left out'/><category term='EXAMS'/><category term='valentine&apos;s'/><category term='DESTRESS'/><category term='past'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>mirror image</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2301587406487073568</id><published>2008-04-20T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:05:14.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good bye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some how some place, i decided its time to move one. i've mentioned it once and i'm gonna do it again. EVERYTHING RETURNS TO NOTHING. so to say , everything returning its orignal position. back the way things were from the very start.the simplist state of all matters.i'm just tired of the ever changing state of everything. be it the people, things and environment. say i'm fickle minded, say i'm difficult or even i'm not adaptable. i just think that over the years i kinda lost myself. i dunno where i'm heading. i'm closing down this place to look for a me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2301587406487073568?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2301587406487073568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2301587406487073568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2301587406487073568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2301587406487073568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-how-some-place-i-decided-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3857044430554110077</id><published>2008-03-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:56:48.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R-XimoI1RRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CXfGtszb1Mo/s1600-h/1350470225_713f52f963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R-XimoI1RRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CXfGtszb1Mo/s320/1350470225_713f52f963.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180796099596993810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple and direct. yes. i miss those times:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3857044430554110077?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3857044430554110077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3857044430554110077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3857044430554110077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3857044430554110077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/03/simple-and-direct.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R-XimoI1RRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CXfGtszb1Mo/s72-c/1350470225_713f52f963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2516985609306544027</id><published>2008-03-20T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:58:51.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R-Im8oI1RQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OhwwphNQDXQ/s1600-h/disfigured.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R-Im8oI1RQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/OhwwphNQDXQ/s320/disfigured.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179745344437961986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLOMBIERES-LES-DIJON, France (AFP) - - A severely disfigured French woman was found dead at her home Wednesday, a local prosecutor said, only two days after a court rejected her request for the right to die, in a case that has stirred much emotion in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The high court in Dijon, eastern France, decided Monday to side with the prosecution which argued that current legislation does not allow the doctor of 52-year-old former schoolteacher Chantal Sebire to prescribe lethal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her appeal to the court, Sebire had said she did not want to endure further pain and subject herself to an irreversible worsening of her condition. She asked the court to allow her doctor to help her end her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebire's body was found at her home in the eastern town of Plombieres-les-Dijon in the Bourgogne region on Wednesday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause of her death was not immediately known, Dijon prosecutor Jean-Pierre Allachi said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother of three, Sebire attracted a strong outpouring of sympathy when she appealed in a television interview last month for the right to "depart peacefully".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before-and-after pictures of the woman, her face severely deformed, have been featured in the press along withd her account of frightened children who ran away at the sight of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebire learnt in 2002 that she had developed an esthesioneuroblastoma, an uncommon malignant tumour in the nasal cavity, which she said had led to "atrocious" suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In 2000, I lost the sense of smell and taste... and I lost my sight in October 2007," she said in the television interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One would not allow an animal to go through what I have endured," she said before urging President Nicolas Sarkozy to intervene and grant her request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenting on the case, Justice Minister Rachida Dati said last week that "doctors were not there to prescribe lethal drugs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legislation adopted in 2005 allows families to request that life-support equipment for a terminally-ill patient be switched off, but does not allow a doctor to take action to end a patient's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarkozy asked his chief adviser on health issues to contact Sebire and seek a second opinion on her condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebire had said she would not appeal the decision rendered Monday and that she would find life-terminating drugs through other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I now know how to get my hands on what I need and if I don't get it in France, I will get it elsewhere," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 200 cases of the disease have been recorded worldwide in two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebire's death came on the same day as 78-year-old Belgian author Hugo Claus's death by euthanasia while suffering from Alzheimer's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium, the Netherlands and Luxembourg are the only European Unions that currently allow euthanasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just how pathetic life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2516985609306544027?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2516985609306544027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2516985609306544027' title='0 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seeing no one but family and him (like once?).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i've thought and expected, my results were SHIT.thats the only thing you could use to describe them .and yes, cant make it to any local university with that sort of grades.&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm going private.a year here in sing and seek transfer somewhere( i guess, aussie? or some other place . so yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;thats all now. i going hiding again .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5848824508619485484?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5848824508619485484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5848824508619485484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5848824508619485484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5848824508619485484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-all-if-any-of-you-are-beginning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-960063276247605251</id><published>2008-03-06T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T17:30:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M DEFINITELY A GONER .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-960063276247605251?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/960063276247605251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=960063276247605251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/960063276247605251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/960063276247605251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-definitely-goner.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-201497268214149892</id><published>2008-03-06T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:57:25.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POUND POUND POUND POUND POUND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO DIE OF FRIGHT AND SHAME IN APPROXIMATELY 10 HOURS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-201497268214149892?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/201497268214149892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=201497268214149892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/201497268214149892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/201497268214149892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/03/pound-pound-pound-pound-pound-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3996820776583725888</id><published>2008-03-06T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:26:30.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in approximately 10 hours i would be back in jurong junior college to face the much dreaded moment. yes. at 2.30 pm tomorrow, i would have to face my teachers to receive that slip of paper that would determine the rest of my life , my A levels result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;looking back at the year 2007, i have to admit it has not been a fruitful year. i felt strained both physical and mentally, despite the fact that i didnt have many matters to attend to. i was a reluctant student. without an onuce of drive to spurr myself on. needless to say, i did not spend the amount of effort that is required for one to excel in examinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no doubt i'm ashamed and regretful about my behavior. and i would not be surprised to see a big fat F on my results slip. guess i was too full of myself then. the excuse i constantly gave myself to not being able to concentrate was that i wasnt doing what i wanted. i wished for a poly life rather than one in jc. excuses are always excuses and they do not excuse one from any wrong they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm overcomed with remorse and it doesnt help one single bit. i apologizes to all those teachers who have rendered their help throughout the way. i'm really sorry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm wrong and not entittled to any form of sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-6813476726687595538</id><published>2008-02-28T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T17:34:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgive any grammatical errors in the entry below. i'm too furious to even bloody think properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-6813476726687595538?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6813476726687595538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=6813476726687595538' title='0 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2013794520236469896?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2013794520236469896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2013794520236469896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2013794520236469896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2013794520236469896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-super-frighten-and-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2098553500636096052</id><published>2008-02-20T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:56:53.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ka chings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to get a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally kerr cd! &lt;br /&gt;polarod&lt;br /&gt;ipod classic&lt;br /&gt;bag shoes&lt;br /&gt;clothes&lt;br /&gt;digital camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many? &lt;br /&gt;laughs. i'm having one of the stints that i want to buy everything i set my eyes on. for that to happen, i need to be really rich :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2098553500636096052?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2098553500636096052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2098553500636096052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2098553500636096052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2098553500636096052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-get-ally-kerr-cd-polarod-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-5702040766392679818</id><published>2008-02-20T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:54:05.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all that i can conclude for the year 2006-2007 is dat it was a good waste of time .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5702040766392679818?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5702040766392679818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5702040766392679818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5702040766392679818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5702040766392679818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-that-i-can-conclude-for-year-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3005627035174576598</id><published>2008-02-18T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:47:16.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY DECO STYLE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNKY MODERN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your modern and lively sense of style is perfect for today's easy living, and just about suits any budget. Perhaps some of your favourite things were picked up at a car boot sale, in a market while on holiday, or handed down through the family. At the same time, you might have saved, or be saving, for the perfect Eames chair or Mies sofa, a classic that never goes out of style and something you will take with you from one home to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a comfortably contemporary living room. The danger with the 'modern look' is that it too easily falls into the realm of the bland and insipid; 'easy' gets confused with 'careless' and the result is just downright dull! Perhaps of all the rooms in our homes, the living room can be the one that most expresses your sense of style and your interests. Think, too, about how and when you will most use the room. For example, do you want it light and airy or warm and cosy? Masculine accessories and gadgets can overwhelm a living room, making it less than inviting, but not if you think about introducing an accent of colour or even pattern. Pastel blues and greens give the room a fresh, light feeling, while eclectic black and white make for a bold, yet chic statement. Make comfort the priority in your living room: it's where you naturally go to watch TV, relax and de-stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your bedroom has that classic look that never goes out of style. Sleep is fundamentally important to our well being. In busy towns and cities, noise can often hamper a good night's sleep. Soft furnishings really do absorb sound, and touch is such an important sense in the bedroom, from crisp, linen sheets to wool or even sheepskin underfoot. Elegance and relative simplicity are keynotes in your bedroom, using vibrant colours to make a bold statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dining Room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a paragon of style, no-holds-barred entertainer. At home, what could be quite a formal dining style is made more contemporary by its connection to other activities and areas. Keeping place settings simple is clean and classic - and you don't run the risk of your china and cutlery going out of style. In multiple-purpose rooms, flexible lighting is key to making the most of your space; a pool of light suffused across the dining table makes for intimate and convivial entertaining and will focus attention on food and friends - rather than on the painting above the sofa, perhaps, or even pots and pans soaking in the sink. When it comes to entertaining, you like to make an effort for family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a place for everything and everything has its place. Hot desking is all very well at work, but having a designated 'office' space at home really does make sense, even if it's in a corner of your bedroom. The modernist adage that form should follow function is nowhere better demonstrated than in the home office: keep things simple and add your own sense of style by using a splash of colour or a single, well-chosen decorative piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh, fun and easy to live with, your home is perfect for how you live your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3005627035174576598?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3005627035174576598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3005627035174576598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3005627035174576598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3005627035174576598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/02/funky-modern-your-modern-and-lively.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-8897440079388580467</id><published>2008-02-18T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:38:22.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFISTICAT&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPE ARTIST&lt;br /&gt;HIGH TIME ROLLER&lt;br /&gt;LOVE BUG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-8897440079388580467?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8897440079388580467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=8897440079388580467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8897440079388580467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8897440079388580467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7519179545125282923</id><published>2008-01-23T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:21:45.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANDOMN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised just how many times i began my entry with 'hello people. its been a long time since i last blogged'. yepp. despite it been a fact, its getting absolutely boring and common. to an large extent, it really resembles my character, like SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7519179545125282923?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7519179545125282923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7519179545125282923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7519179545125282923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7519179545125282923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-realised-just-how-many-times-i-began.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3065532977454310109</id><published>2008-01-01T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:38:29.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAPPY 2008 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hee. countdown with friends were a blast . thoroughly enjoyed myself :) everything was fabulous, the pretty fireworks and the beautiful people. real glad that i have them as friends. many photos taken( sure i look weird in them).LOL. i'll update more when i get the photos. TA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS. not only is it a new year but happy 3 year anniversary to you noe who. HEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3065532977454310109?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3065532977454310109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3065532977454310109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3065532977454310109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3065532977454310109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2008-hee.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-6360339131515496793</id><published>2007-12-29T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:50:02.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreams and aspirations. can i reach? am i able to achieve ? am i allowwed to have? dreams are a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. still dunnoe what to wear tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-6360339131515496793?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6360339131515496793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=6360339131515496793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6360339131515496793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6360339131515496793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams-and-aspirations.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-1638131678802650550</id><published>2007-12-19T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:43:09.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYE SINGAPORE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another few couple of hours i'll be gone in m'sia. all the way till christmas.how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;yea. you know its those kind of big family trips. how fun can it get ? GEESH . please pray that i'll come back safe and sound yea? miss me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-1638131678802650550?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1638131678802650550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=1638131678802650550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1638131678802650550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1638131678802650550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-few-couple-of-hours-ill-be-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-6138388982842578965</id><published>2007-12-17T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:26:18.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R2chrDiaqnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0ZmDL5YTADA/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145118122861832818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R2chrDiaqnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0ZmDL5YTADA/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-6138388982842578965?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6138388982842578965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=6138388982842578965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6138388982842578965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6138388982842578965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/R2chrDiaqnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0ZmDL5YTADA/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-1078412770094010777</id><published>2007-12-17T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:14:55.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;life been pretty much the same these days. ITS BORING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-1078412770094010777?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1078412770094010777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=1078412770094010777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1078412770094010777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1078412770094010777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-been-pretty-much-same-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2040220481567586203</id><published>2007-12-16T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:13:21.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WHY?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i haven been blogging for quite a while. it is hardly any surprise that i forgot my password to this account. had to restart the whole thing. well, its my fault anyway so i cant blame anyone about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm quite a loser nowadays. dun no why. its just that i feel less confident, less happy, pretty much less on everything. its stupid and saddening. the little girl within me has gone. yep. i hate the real world with so much power struggle and everyone for themselves. THE REAL WORLD SUCKS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constantly feeling super emo these few days. trying to blame everyone for everything. gosh. its not their fault.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2040220481567586203?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2040220481567586203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2040220481567586203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2040220481567586203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2040220481567586203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-haven-been-blogging-for-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3595345656687382515</id><published>2007-12-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:00:57.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i'm happy, glad, fortunate and satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a levels still suck big time. posiblity of failing .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3595345656687382515?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3595345656687382515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3595345656687382515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3595345656687382515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3595345656687382515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-happy-glad-fortunate-and-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3436763788312711729</id><published>2007-10-03T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:02:31.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incomplete supply side notes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;H2 Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Suppply side policy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;focus on aggregate supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;given successful, AS curve will shift to the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tplyes of Supply Side polic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Market Oriented Policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interventionist Policy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Market Oriented Policies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to encourage and reward INDIVIDUAL enterprise and  INITIATIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to put more reliance on MARKET FORCES and competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuts in tax rate  : incentive for people to work harder given more disposable          income. increases productivity given an increase supply in labour, slowing down wage increment and reducing cost of production&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;( a cut in coporate tax will increase after tax profit and prompt research and development, investment, an component of AD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3436763788312711729?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3436763788312711729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3436763788312711729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3436763788312711729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3436763788312711729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/10/h2-economics-suppply-side-policy-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7879824261919055209</id><published>2007-09-24T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T04:46:52.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;under the warm and cosy light, its hard to not reflect the changes and happening through the 18 years of my like. 18. it sound soo distance and unreal.its a age that i once look up to, a age i thought i never reach. its amazing and disheartening at times to see the changes. OMG. i do sound like a old hag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grace is somone with a limited social circle.but hey. she's thankful for the fact that she has trustworthy friends around her. for that. she's glad. a few words of concern can truely make her day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7879824261919055209?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7879824261919055209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7879824261919055209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7879824261919055209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7879824261919055209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/09/under-warm-and-cosy-light-its-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-4238866361836345925</id><published>2007-09-13T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:07:09.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello people. i disappeared for a couple of days. prelims was a disaster. dun ask. nah. its not over yet, four more papers to go. the second last paper is just before shuhui's bdae bbq. SHIT. have problems finishing my paper. whats more? i dun freaking bloody know any stupid content we're suppose to memorise. which is a freaking hell lot. the singapore government should really make amendments to their education system. university should be for all. not selective. and hell no give pority to foreigners and the asean scholas. look after the well being of your country first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am bloody irritated.thanks arh. SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-4238866361836345925?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4238866361836345925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=4238866361836345925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4238866361836345925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4238866361836345925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-1934829611231301689</id><published>2007-08-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:08:15.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes i really question myself why am i not a very very typical girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i see a lizard, i frown and just continue with my stuff. no yelling , screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOSH.  lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-1934829611231301689?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1934829611231301689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=1934829611231301689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1934829611231301689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1934829611231301689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-really-question-myself-why.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-4156917160560590834</id><published>2007-08-03T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:29:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RrNJv1UxoOI/AAAAAAAAADw/joIZ-5zdeZg/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094496689603059938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RrNJv1UxoOI/AAAAAAAAADw/joIZ-5zdeZg/s320/Copy+of+DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-4156917160560590834?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4156917160560590834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=4156917160560590834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4156917160560590834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4156917160560590834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RrNJv1UxoOI/AAAAAAAAADw/joIZ-5zdeZg/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-817521220970662917</id><published>2007-08-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T06:41:52.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was seemed like a disasterous birthday week&lt;/span&gt; , turned out to be a fabulous birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;first i received tons and tons of birthday wishes/greetings.(&lt;strong&gt;YES YOU !THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REMEMBERING!&lt;/strong&gt;）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YES. i received fabulous and sweet gifts from my &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;BF ( THANK YOU DARLINGS SO MUCH !)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; treated my to fish and co.and i treated him to a coffe club mudpie. hee. all was nice and we went around doing some window shopping. and we did a picture together !! really, think it was some xiao wan zi character. hee. &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BUT MOST OF ALL, I HAD THE MOST WONDERFULFUL SURPRISE FROM MY FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;althought we werent dining out but my dad bout take aways chilli crbs and curry fish head and we oredered kfc.hee. the best part came . &lt;strong&gt;THEY PREPARED MY FAVORITE CHEESECAKE WITHOUT ME KNOWING!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my brother had to sing happy birthday to me solo. cause he was the only one who hadnt wished me happy birthday. the cake was fabulous. i really loved it. its from some shop sweet secrets or something. hee. REALLY. MY 18TH BIRTHDAY. WAS REALLY GREAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes yes. i'm meeting &lt;strong&gt;cimin &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; meizhen&lt;/strong&gt; on saturday &lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-817521220970662917?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/817521220970662917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=817521220970662917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/817521220970662917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/817521220970662917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-seemed-like-disasterous-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3635157399796080676</id><published>2007-07-28T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:50:34.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is random but i'm high and fruits fondue and potato salad !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its fattening la !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3635157399796080676?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3635157399796080676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3635157399796080676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3635157399796080676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3635157399796080676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-random-but-im-high-and-fruits.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2638838979421694551</id><published>2007-07-28T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:32:19.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want a life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been a pretty long time since i came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;been through pretty much stuff during this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went for king lear play which cost $82 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am another month closer to my a levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just hate my sister as days goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything is pretty randomn la. i think i 'm having some sort of disesase given the amt of hair loss i suffer each day . laughs. ah.. i miss my life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway. random photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092455527870472402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RqwJUlUxoNI/AAAAAAAAADo/j022A0NHFTQ/s200/SP_A0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2638838979421694551?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2638838979421694551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2638838979421694551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2638838979421694551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2638838979421694551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RqwJUlUxoNI/AAAAAAAAADo/j022A0NHFTQ/s72-c/SP_A0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3963770342526370257</id><published>2007-07-05T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:28:05.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if they could last who can ?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY PRIORITIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS TIME TO STUDY. NO MORE GOOFING AROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THINGS I NEED TO DO QUICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET ZM HIS BIRTHDAY PRESENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;RANDOMN THOUGHTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should i get contacts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should i cut my hair short ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083719309719489602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/Roz_xwmfzEI/AAAAAAAAADg/1VHvB58SzHU/s200/SP_A0498.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3963770342526370257?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3963770342526370257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3963770342526370257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3963770342526370257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3963770342526370257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-priorities-its-time-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/Roz_xwmfzEI/AAAAAAAAADg/1VHvB58SzHU/s72-c/SP_A0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7758035246881420711</id><published>2007-06-14T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:03:54.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hello . lifes pretty much the same these few weeks. ppl ask me out !! omgosh. miss everyone soo much soo much. honestly. shopping is just not enough.  i want more !! bitching sessions ? omgosh. i feel as though i'm repeating myself. hmm . start to ponder about birthday gifts and worry about exams next week. anyway. random photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE7YgUOjAI/AAAAAAAAADY/nzg63wrCtPA/s1600-h/SP_A0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075903547200932866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE7YgUOjAI/AAAAAAAAADY/nzg63wrCtPA/s200/SP_A0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE7KAUOi_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1xPTvjUFZq4/s1600-h/SP_A0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075903298092829682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE7KAUOi_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1xPTvjUFZq4/s200/SP_A0194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE62QUOi-I/AAAAAAAAADI/nr9Km6zNE9E/s1600-h/SP_A0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075902958790413282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE62QUOi-I/AAAAAAAAADI/nr9Km6zNE9E/s200/SP_A0362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            n brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE6WQUOi9I/AAAAAAAAADA/uAEPV3GiqaE/s1600-h/SP_A0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075902409034599378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE6WQUOi9I/AAAAAAAAADA/uAEPV3GiqaE/s200/SP_A0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE6EgUOi8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/smplB9vN9TY/s1600-h/SP_A0348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075902104091921346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE6EgUOi8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/smplB9vN9TY/s200/SP_A0348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE58AUOi7I/AAAAAAAAACw/N_82f2ltaqU/s1600-h/SP_A0350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075901958063033266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE58AUOi7I/AAAAAAAAACw/N_82f2ltaqU/s200/SP_A0350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7758035246881420711?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7758035246881420711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7758035246881420711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7758035246881420711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7758035246881420711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RnE7YgUOjAI/AAAAAAAAADY/nzg63wrCtPA/s72-c/SP_A0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-5108180971421184916</id><published>2007-06-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T05:55:34.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the old days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to go out and bitch all the way. oo. i miss secondary schools. i was so much simplier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5108180971421184916?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5108180971421184916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5108180971421184916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5108180971421184916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5108180971421184916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-go-out-and-bitch-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3751552263222655008</id><published>2007-06-11T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:44:57.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;shit. i'm crying my lungs out. if only love could last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3751552263222655008?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3751552263222655008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3751552263222655008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3751552263222655008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3751552263222655008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7990332811656529343</id><published>2007-06-04T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:09:54.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarcasm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have the look of a 40 year old but am a 3 year old at heart !! is it true ? just because i have the tendency to flare my temper doesnt mean that i'm childish right ? just because i tend to go overboard at times doesnt mean i'm kiddy right ? just because i tend be a little hard to be with doesnt mean i'm arrogant right ? life sucks big time especially when you are struggling for exams and everything. the so called overseas talents are taking up so many spaces in local universities that it is so bloody hard to even grab a position. even if you are qualified even if you are a singaporean. so much for the benefits of being a singaporean other than being labeled as a KIASU. THANKS ALOT YEAH ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7990332811656529343?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7990332811656529343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7990332811656529343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7990332811656529343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7990332811656529343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-look-of-40-year-old-but-am-3.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-62922163457449227</id><published>2007-06-03T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T03:02:04.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YUMM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RmKRQRxTU-I/AAAAAAAAACo/qcU2IXYgidg/s1600-h/SP_A0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071774958738428866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RmKQdBxTU8I/AAAAAAAAACY/qkSn9ZOEvAQ/s200/SP_A0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE STRAWBERRIES&lt;/strong&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-62922163457449227?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/62922163457449227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=62922163457449227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/62922163457449227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/62922163457449227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-strawberries.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RmKQdBxTU8I/AAAAAAAAACY/qkSn9ZOEvAQ/s72-c/SP_A0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2709494421512948883</id><published>2007-06-02T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:09:49.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLE LETS HAVE A GET TOGETHER SOON YEAH ? MISS THE BITCHING SESSIONS SO MUCH SO MUCH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2709494421512948883?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2709494421512948883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2709494421512948883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2709494421512948883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2709494421512948883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-lets-have-get-together-soon-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2660532896828232450</id><published>2007-06-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T18:00:19.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hmm . we decided to stick together for a while longer and see how things go . anyway . thank you all so much yeah ? i am really touch . overall my life have been pretty BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING BORING. YEAH. anyway . i went on a shopping spree wif XINYI and TAIKHOON. yeah . bought pretty much stuff. anyway. randomn photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071636166870258610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RmISORxTU7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/u0nSn9cg_dk/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2660532896828232450?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2660532896828232450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2660532896828232450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2660532896828232450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2660532896828232450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RmISORxTU7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/u0nSn9cg_dk/s72-c/Image031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-4519716430768186489</id><published>2007-05-07T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T04:25:57.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got off the phone with him. i gave him the chance and he didnt reply to it. fine. naturally. i called the last time for a clean break. we had a pretty heated arguement and sadly , its my fault again. to him, i am the domineering one. to him, i only want him to be with me. i dun like himto turn up for school be with his friends and family. its really fcuk fuck fuck going off in my head when i heard him say these. i want him to keep his words and keep me accompany. damn. is it that fault? why is it grace always the one in fault. i dun like ast minute changes i dun like late night outs for him. damn it la. i 'm really pissed off this time.i am having a super heavy head right now. i am so just on the edge of breaking down. but the stupid problem just doesnt go. i mean is it fair to make last minute changes all the time? i am sick of this behavior. let me reliterate my point. to the girls out there, there is no true prince charming no happily ever after. prince charming will all turn into ugly toads after wooing the gal and not treat them as well as before. those sweet and honey words would transform into words cold and hard filled with attitude. an attitude that one can barely stand. i am not saying that its something that happened to him, its just that snownflakes would roll into snowball. so big that no on has the energy and ability to stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-4519716430768186489?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4519716430768186489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=4519716430768186489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4519716430768186489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4519716430768186489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-just-got-off-phone-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3249347593365521626</id><published>2007-05-07T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:35:21.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DESTRESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SINGLE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SCHOOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXAMS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good bye dear.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a pretty long time since i last blogged. so itry to update more often yeah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. things are pretty much over for the 2 of us. so people dun ask me any more things about him yeah. i am sick of quarrelling with him and no longer want to be in anyway irritated/ agitated associated with the matters of love etc. one thing is for sure. nothing stays the same. people change things change. those that you once held on so dearly too, you come to realise what are you doing?i mean , we are quarrelling over minor things let spending time together. i want to spend time together. he didnt keep his word most of the time. we have very different timetables due to the fact that we are in different schools( i hate SP). i meaning, its nerve wreaking for me and i am constantly breaking down in tears. i have commitments, i have tests, i am sitting for my 'a's this year. i mean, whats the use of me holding on if our problems keep recurring. i dun want to be the person of last resort. keep your word and promise. yes. its partly my fault cause i am over demanding in various areas but surely, keeping your word is not a hard thing yeah? i dont think i can cope with any of this any longer. currently if you still decide that its my fault then its okay cause i am used to it. people always thinks that grace is always the one at fault and never the other party. let me not forget to remind you that these are superficial people who jugdes a book by its cover and never by the true content from within. the words from these people would strike nothing against me as to me. i dun care how people judge me. i make decisions for myself. i finally realised that promises are menat to be broken and no longer believe in a fairy tale ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3249347593365521626?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3249347593365521626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3249347593365521626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3249347593365521626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3249347593365521626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-been-pretty-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-6405992390082851388</id><published>2007-04-09T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T06:39:45.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hadnt been appearing to enter new entries for e past few days. sorry. i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th april 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun fun fun with mz and cm in town. went far east( and no there isnt lots of ppl !yeah!) had fun looking through the shops and everything. pity we had to go off early. anyway . i bout 2 tops. one from topshop, and fox. bought a purse as well. yeah from inbox. i really like this photo.taken in e fitting room at fox takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RhpBj_szrEI/AAAAAAAAACI/46DQtxBo9gM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC003241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051422018700028994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RhpBj_szrEI/AAAAAAAAACI/46DQtxBo9gM/s320/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC003241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i slacked at home through e weekends. i'm feeling terrible right now. think i'm falling sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-6405992390082851388?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6405992390082851388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=6405992390082851388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6405992390082851388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6405992390082851388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RhpBj_szrEI/AAAAAAAAACI/46DQtxBo9gM/s72-c/Copy+of+Copy+of+DSC003241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-8529209351288216378</id><published>2007-03-31T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T08:24:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to the bbq yesterday.reach home past midnight. e bbq was enjoyable. this sounds damn brief and freaking bored cause i am not in the mood. its not just singaporeans whom are kiasu. damn. this sure is randomn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no exams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no troubles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-8529209351288216378?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8529209351288216378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=8529209351288216378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8529209351288216378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8529209351288216378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-to-bbq-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-6659441250803550349</id><published>2007-03-25T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:33:22.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PHOTO POST'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>randomn photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZr3z0mKSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X58nPKtCKhk/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045839039063009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZr3z0mKSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X58nPKtCKhk/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZrcT0mKRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OVNYrJiHBM8/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045838566616606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZrcT0mKRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OVNYrJiHBM8/s200/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZrJT0mKQI/AAAAAAAAABs/dPnvt8CAexE/s1600-h/CIMG2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045838240199092482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZrJT0mKQI/AAAAAAAAABs/dPnvt8CAexE/s200/CIMG2000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZqpT0mKPI/AAAAAAAAABk/fDIUidH05D8/s1600-h/666785009l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045837690443278578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZqpT0mKPI/AAAAAAAAABk/fDIUidH05D8/s200/666785009l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZqIz0mKOI/AAAAAAAAABc/o5RE6xmY4W8/s1600-h/jx+bdae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045837132097530082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZqIz0mKOI/AAAAAAAAABc/o5RE6xmY4W8/s200/jx+bdae.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-6659441250803550349?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/6659441250803550349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=6659441250803550349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6659441250803550349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/6659441250803550349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/randomn-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RgZr3z0mKSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X58nPKtCKhk/s72-c/DSC00048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-8448631659629898423</id><published>2007-03-20T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:45:10.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPEND'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. yeah . i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SNAPPED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yep. cos of the bad weather. hmm. daddy saw us and thought we were quarrelling. we're nt okay? just that its so damn hot. shi shit shit.  i wanna do more shopping. i wanna buy more things. i wanna get my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OWN CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-8448631659629898423?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8448631659629898423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=8448631659629898423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8448631659629898423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8448631659629898423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-4600225368146450178</id><published>2007-03-18T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T06:48:43.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left out'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suddenly. the world has become so quiet and i'm left all alone. is it all's left of my life？no. thats not wat i want. i want something more than mere studying. i want something i want. i want ppl to be more truthful to me. i dun want to be kept  in the dark not knowing what's happening. i want to be needed. i want the ppl to be happy to know that they are loved. thats all i want. is it hard ? is it that hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-4600225368146450178?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/4600225368146450178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=4600225368146450178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4600225368146450178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/4600225368146450178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-8033531586624611907</id><published>2007-03-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:22:47.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIMPLICITY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had fun today. its real nice and sweet. life can be simple but enjoyable.its not boring like what pp say. its how and what u make out of it. for one. i love the ppl around me. ( well.. most of them =) ) yeah some disputes and stuff but yeah. i still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.. i shopped today. well on my own . cause i wanted to experience how it felt like .. yep the feeling was well good !! honestly bought more things though nt necessarily useful . he joined me after a while and i talked him into buying a bear wif me. he chose e bear . hmph. but its still cute and e price is definitely okay. considering the fact that its having a storewide 60% . omgosh. i'm sounding like an auntie. but well. heck. went food fair to buy a couple of stuff for his dad.. after which we went to coffee club to waste some time. shall contiue later at night. stuff to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/Rfuk0KPgDjI/AAAAAAAAABU/3K0dNdbMbh4/s1600-h/CIMG2002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042805423780924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/Rfuk0KPgDjI/AAAAAAAAABU/3K0dNdbMbh4/s200/CIMG2002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RftadqPgDiI/AAAAAAAAABM/_ZM1Lce-ZJ8/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-8033531586624611907?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/8033531586624611907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=8033531586624611907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8033531586624611907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/8033531586624611907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/Rfuk0KPgDjI/AAAAAAAAABU/3K0dNdbMbh4/s72-c/CIMG2002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-9036954124115705468</id><published>2007-03-14T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:10:09.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHOPPING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AZM'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found a new hobby - drinking plain water !! lolx. honestly . it healthy, cheap and can help in losing weight. HAA. that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prove how sorry i am today , i say it again. MR AZM. I AM SORRY for losing my temper at you. but WE MADE UP OKAY . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want go shop and shop.till i drop or something. its either tmr or friday after my lit workshop OR SOMETHING. it got to be some me time for myself. PLUS.. GALS DO CALL ME OUT YA ?? MISS ALL OF YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-9036954124115705468?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/9036954124115705468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=9036954124115705468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/9036954124115705468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/9036954124115705468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-found-new-hobby-drinking-plain-water.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2078039106023958001</id><published>2007-03-13T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:13:35.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. my blog really looks pathetic without photos.its been some time since we took photos together.so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfZOTaPgDhI/AAAAAAAAABE/f2O47OyEYrQ/s1600-h/CIMG1915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfZOTaPgDhI/AAAAAAAAABE/f2O47OyEYrQ/s200/CIMG1915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041302928256667154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfZNzaPgDgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X9ForPupJ-0/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfZNzaPgDgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/X9ForPupJ-0/s200/Copy+of+CIMG1913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041302378500853250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2078039106023958001?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2078039106023958001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2078039106023958001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2078039106023958001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2078039106023958001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfZOTaPgDhI/AAAAAAAAABE/f2O47OyEYrQ/s72-c/CIMG1915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-5429942555315050967</id><published>2007-03-12T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:44:55.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i started to cam-whore last night. here are some of the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYc-6PgDdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mASnX6pDuOI/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYc-6PgDdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mASnX6pDuOI/s200/Copy+of+CIMG1863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041248699999587794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYdaKPgDeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HlxqZWLDZ8s/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYdaKPgDeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HlxqZWLDZ8s/s200/Copy+of+CIMG1865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041249168151023074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYdw6PgDfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X4YhYYUcGcM/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYdw6PgDfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/X4YhYYUcGcM/s200/Copy+of+CIMG1897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041249558993047026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5429942555315050967?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5429942555315050967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5429942555315050967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5429942555315050967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5429942555315050967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-started-to-cam-whore-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfYc-6PgDdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mASnX6pDuOI/s72-c/Copy+of+CIMG1863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7386612828103773922</id><published>2007-03-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T06:16:09.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adaptation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>adapted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene ten years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfVSWaPgDcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tDvjYaGGfP0/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfVSWaPgDcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tDvjYaGGfP0/s200/Copy+of+DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041025902866075074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7386612828103773922?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7386612828103773922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7386612828103773922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7386612828103773922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7386612828103773922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/adapted.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fc0s6QubuxY/RfVSWaPgDcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tDvjYaGGfP0/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-7632942673130845871</id><published>2007-03-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T07:38:40.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANDOMN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair isnt turning out as well as i expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holidays are just going to suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people who brought so much joy and fun into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that bloody someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike ppl who mistreat their galfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out tmr wif my sister and azm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to spend a bomb tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may enjoy the trip out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that sure was randomn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-7632942673130845871?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/7632942673130845871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=7632942673130845871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7632942673130845871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/7632942673130845871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-181716678736365907</id><published>2007-03-04T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:02:43.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking quarrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd march&lt;br /&gt;miss ooi meizhen's birthday. she 18th! lolx. a couple of us gathered at orchrd's swensen to help celebrate her birthday. it was fun . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th march&lt;br /&gt;baking baking baking. i did baking yesterday with my sister. it was fun. but a bit burnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th march&lt;br /&gt;currently, i'm still in school. yeah. LIBRARY. gosh. how real is that? woke up late and he brought me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant forgive u. but THANK U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-181716678736365907?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/181716678736365907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=181716678736365907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/181716678736365907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/181716678736365907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/03/3rd-march-miss-ooi-meizhens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-1609022560293673735</id><published>2007-02-25T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:13:24.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/winged/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Strength&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Courage, strength, fortitude. Power not arrested in the act of judgement, but passing on to further action, sometimes obstinacy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;This is a card of courage and energy. It represents both the Lion's hot, roaring energy, and the Maiden's steadfast will. The innocent Maiden is unafraid, undaunted, and indomitable. In some cards she opens the lion's mouth, in others she shuts it. Either way, she proves that inner strength is more powerful than raw physical strength. That forces can be controlled and used to score a victory is very close to the message of the Chariot, which might be why, in some decks, it is Justice that is card 8 instead of Strength. With strength you can control not only the situation, but yourself. It is a card about anger and impulse management, about creative answers, leadership and maintaining one's personal honor. It can also stand for a steadfast friend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-1609022560293673735?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/1609022560293673735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=1609022560293673735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1609022560293673735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/1609022560293673735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/02/img-src-p-you20are20strength.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-3709627642254822701</id><published>2007-02-25T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T04:19:54.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebonding disaster'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rebonded my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my fringe&lt;br /&gt;aye. doesnt look nice la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-3709627642254822701?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/3709627642254822701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=3709627642254822701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3709627642254822701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/3709627642254822701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/02/rebonded-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-5391437825477224755</id><published>2007-02-22T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:52:57.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAKE UPS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it weird nt to wear make ups when i'm out? hmm . i dun like the feeling of make ups on my face. say . maybe some really simple ones would do. but . i'm just to lazy to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5391437825477224755?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5391437825477224755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5391437825477224755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5391437825477224755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5391437825477224755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-it-weird-nt-to-wear-make-ups-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-5520909840703976834</id><published>2007-02-19T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:16:58.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my valentines was simple and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping for me seems pretty hard this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt a smooth sailing year at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pissed by the stuff happening around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-5520909840703976834?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/5520909840703976834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=5520909840703976834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5520909840703976834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/5520909840703976834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-valentines-was-simple-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-2564643851923560769</id><published>2007-02-11T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:50:38.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when did i last post ? aye anyway ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR IS ROUND THE CORNER !!&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINE'S TOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i wannted to get a dress for this year's chinese new year for a change. but, lets just say that the dresses on the market are nt suitable for me as despite going round singapore be it bugis, orchard or watever la i still cant find the dress that i want. but, having gone through so many shopping trips have i finally come to realised that &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROWN is DEFINITELY NOT MY COLOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. aye i just look bloodly old and dull in that colour. haix. anyway. in the end . i let my mum dress me. we went shopping together wif my dad. and believe me , they sure spent tons more as compared to myself. i was like waiting for them to try , carrying their shopping bags helping them que blah blah. lolx. been a good gal today cos i didnt sulk at all. anyway had deli france for lunch and we continue after thta. in the end , my parents got me a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE TOP&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE SKIRT&lt;/span&gt;. gosh . at that moment i felt feminism was spilling out of me. honest. who wouldnt ? den i told them , ' dun i look TOO GIRLY?' AND YEAH . NO was their ans. anyway . they paid for it so i guess its okay la. its just for one day right ? hmmm. anyway got to get another pair of shoes to go with the outfit and another set of clothes(hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-2564643851923560769?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/2564643851923560769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=2564643851923560769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2564643851923560769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/2564643851923560769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-did-i-last-post-aye-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116996818401149229</id><published>2007-01-27T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:09:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>most probably going shopping nxt sunday. my wardrobe feels pretty empty and lifeless. hmm . will o something about it i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116996818401149229?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116973526928514169</id><published>2007-01-25T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T06:27:49.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>honestly. i'm pretty sick of whatever i'm going through nw. school sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116973526928514169?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116973526928514169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116973526928514169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116936721305520656</id><published>2007-01-21T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:13:33.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday, 19th jan 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went vivo city on friday night to watch THE QUEEN. however, due to time, we settled down with THE ILLUSIONIST  instead. yep . its quite nice and interesting and, i enjoyed it. hmm . had thai express for dinner and bought the very belated b.dae gift for yini. anyway . glad she like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat, 20th jan 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached school at 7.15am as we were suppose to be doing cip. yep. went to this home for the elderly at west coast area. yep yep . we painted walls. our theme was 'under water world.' and credits to siying and her brother. if it wasnt for the both of them, we could nv have completed anything. BIG THANK YOU. daddy picked me up as it was raining. had all 5 cousins staying over at my place. imagine that. however, it was fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, 21st jan 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a big day. grace had her ears pierced. gosh. the process was horrible and my ears swelled. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116936721305520656?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116936721305520656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116936721305520656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116936721305520656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116936721305520656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-19th-jan-2007-went-vivo-city-on.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116894605802570045</id><published>2007-01-16T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:14:18.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was taikhoon's bae !! its her 18th omg! that sounds old. cant belive i'm that old too..&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we treated her to sakae.yeah . but sy counldnt make it though. so its left wif e 6 of us . but . yeah . its still nice.hmm . i think i'm changing. in a sense, i more interested in body lotions and scents now den before. yeah . most of the time i'll just drop by at the face shop to see wat stuff they have. its all quite nourishing and can be spread rather easily. so yeah. and . i'm missing those times where a couple of gals just sits at come coffee house and chat. its a really really nice time. i miss all my secondary school friends! its hard to imagine , but really . miss miss all those times in secondary school. it just seems more fun . yeah . i miss, mz, cm ,sharon, waner, shu hui,sihui, cheryl, huanymin, huiting... and loads more. yep. calling out to the gals reading my blog. LETS HAVE MORE GATHERINGS ! hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus. 3rd of feb. there's LOVE FIESTA held in JJC. it a carnival co-organised wif UNCLE RINCO. so interested to come and have fun ? tickets are going at $10 each. (please help me get rid of em ! please!! lolx.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116894605802570045?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116894605802570045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116894605802570045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116894605802570045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116894605802570045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyhey-yesterday-was-taikhoons-bae-its.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116876425126393657</id><published>2007-01-14T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:44:11.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVEN BLOGGED FOR A LONNNG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in summary. ntt uch happened. yep . i have a boring life. and guess why ? i' m a boring person . so there . bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116876425126393657?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116876425126393657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116876425126393657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116876425126393657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116876425126393657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116826445623393009</id><published>2007-01-08T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:54:16.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging for a really long time. hmm . i'm still adjusting to school life. yep .haven haven been dat great but. yeah. its still okay. a couple of unhappy events took place but heck. bad times will go and followed by the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116826445623393009?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116826445623393009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116826445623393009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116826445623393009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116826445623393009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/haven-been-blogging-for-really-long.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116774194608835189</id><published>2007-01-02T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T04:45:46.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stuck wif my holiday homework ! ROAR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116774194608835189?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116774194608835189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116774194608835189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116774194608835189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116774194608835189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-stuck-wif-my-holiday-homework-roar.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116764773541173239</id><published>2007-01-01T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:35:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i mention ? i'm a crybaby. gonna shake off this stupid behavior of mine. yepp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116764773541173239?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116764773541173239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116764773541173239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116764773541173239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116764773541173239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/did-i-mention-im-crybaby.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116764714533060635</id><published>2007-01-01T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:25:45.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shopping for shoes, shoes, SHOES ! yes. shopping makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. that's depending on whose my shopping mate. currently, the best mate i met so far is ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116764714533060635?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116764714533060635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116764714533060635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116764714533060635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116764714533060635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/shopping-for-shoes-shoes-shoes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116763976183055774</id><published>2007-01-01T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:22:42.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MORE MEET UPs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its A LEVELS THIS YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE HECTIC YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat am i toking about. geesh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116763976183055774?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116763976183055774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116763976183055774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116763976183055774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116763976183055774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-meet-ups-its-levels-this-year_01.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116763789639464034</id><published>2006-12-31T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:51:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116763789639464034?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116763789639464034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116763789639464034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116763789639464034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116763789639464034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116748537358788083</id><published>2006-12-30T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T05:29:33.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is the last day of 2006. i'm definitely gonna miss every bit of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116748537358788083?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116748537358788083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116748537358788083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116748537358788083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116748537358788083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/tomorrow-is-last-day-of-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116712752590083850</id><published>2006-12-26T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T02:05:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current place : some hotel in china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ppl. GRACE IS GOING BACK TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in china from 21 dec to 27 dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came all the way to china to meet my relatives. yes.RELATIVES. and to tell u something. grace is an auntie. yep. i have 1 niece and 3 nephew. hmm, nephews. one is like 18 years old          (zheng bo song ), the other is 17(chen shuo) and the cutiest one is round 7 ( lin zhuo wen)? his really adorable. really . gonna upload the pictures when i get back. yep yep. =) the other niece is round 10(lin ming xu). so ya. she's really a fierce gal and orders the boys around. the ppl are oso very very nice. yes yes. real nice ppl they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116712752590083850?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116712752590083850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116712752590083850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116712752590083850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116712752590083850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/current-place-some-hotel-in-china-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116641591288383052</id><published>2006-12-17T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:27:58.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl . i'm BACK !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to m'sia genting highlands for the past few days. yes. its quite boring as it had been raining every since we reached the place. quite bored actually as we are stuck in the indoor theme park.plus for the fact that it was packed with ppl. but its pretty fun travelling with ur close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say, maybe one day we could gather a few friends to travel overseas together. should be quite fun . hee. anyone interested ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116641591288383052?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116641591288383052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116641591288383052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116641591288383052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116641591288383052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116607295955740788</id><published>2006-12-13T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:09:19.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TMR'S THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;lolx. yep. going on a family trip to genting tmr. no big deal as its just genting but 20+ ppl ..imagine that. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th Dec 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my whole of yesterday wif him. damn it was pouring yesterday lar. anywhere, felt really happy with him around. we joked , crapped, makan, painted ( YES ! PAINTED) lolx. i really enjoyed myself. yes yes ! i finally bought the christmas cards! after that he sent me to clementi as i had to meet my dad to visit my uncle whose in changi hospital as his middle finger got minced off by the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr, i am off to genting and when i return i promise to update.&lt;br /&gt;ps. am oso going to china from the 21st to 27th of dec. CHRISTMAS AT CHINA! imagine that. gosh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116607295955740788?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116607295955740788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116607295955740788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116607295955740788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116607295955740788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/tmrs-day-lolx.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116593312380484573</id><published>2006-12-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:18:43.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>relatives from australia staying at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YVONNE. SWEET SIXTEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116593312380484573?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116593312380484573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116593312380484573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116593312380484573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116593312380484573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/relatives-from-australia-staying-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116549430747932768</id><published>2006-12-07T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T04:25:07.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1163/2730/1600/255707/Untitled-1copy[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1163/2730/1600/753727/DSC00297.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided its just gonna be photos today. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1163/2730/1600/819217/42M14QMEC_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116549430747932768?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116549430747932768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116549430747932768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116549430747932768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116549430747932768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-decided-its-just-gonna-be-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116541048162309476</id><published>2006-12-06T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:08:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went bugis today. wif ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a grey tee for 16 bucks. looked around for heels. a couple of em look not bad. still considering which to buy. hmm . nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116541048162309476?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116541048162309476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116541048162309476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116541048162309476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116541048162309476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-bugis-today.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116530666618567776</id><published>2006-12-05T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:17:46.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna get new SHOES !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116530666618567776?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116530666618567776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116530666618567776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116530666618567776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116530666618567776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wanna-get-new-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116530101216084218</id><published>2006-12-04T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:43:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not really in a good mood these few days. due to some things that have/had happen(ed), now i am begining to question some things that i had held in belief so firmly for.maybe its my fault or maybe its nobody's fault. I DONT KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116530101216084218?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116530101216084218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116530101216084218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116530101216084218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116530101216084218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-really-in-good-mood-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116481102928634990</id><published>2006-11-29T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:37:09.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU !&lt;br /&gt;i really love the merry- go- round model u fixed for me. though it wasnt a surprise ( as we bought it together..laughs) i really like it alot. THANK U for giving in to me so often .hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i say? i enjoyed my day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116481102928634990?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116481102928634990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116481102928634990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116481102928634990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116481102928634990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-i-really-love-merry-go-round.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116472192808831075</id><published>2006-11-28T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:52:08.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YUM YUM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had family dinner at meritus mandrine TRIPLE 3 restaurant. lolx. enjoyed my dinner. had lots of fun eating and chatting. i just love the kind of feeling where the whole family goes out for dinner and have fun. its so heart warming and nice.laughs. i really ate ALOT ! lobster soup, ham, cheese cakes, mint tea jellies, 18 chocolate coated strawberries, 3 raw oysters, snow fish, waffles..etc. lolx . sounds fattening ya ? trust me.. IT IS ! lolx.heck, i enjoyed everything altogether. yum !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116472192808831075?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116472192808831075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116472192808831075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116472192808831075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116472192808831075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/yum-yum-had-family-dinner-at-meritus.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116453647659194981</id><published>2006-11-26T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:21:16.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26 nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;BAKE BAKE BAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i BAKED, 1 sponge cake and couple of oatmeal cookies with raisins of cause.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, i like to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yah its confirmed. grace going overseas with her family to genting and even maybe china.&lt;br /&gt;e genting trip is confirmed though, think either 15th or 16th to the 18th dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having been blogging for the past week. yep, too lazy and tired.however, sometimes i do wish i could explore more into night life but yeah u noe, PARENTS. anyway, its just a thought so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. i finished a book by JILL MANSELL, MAKING YOUR MIND UP.and YES. it belongs to a category chic friction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with my sister !! its hell lot easier going out to shop with my sister den with my friends. reason ? i think too much when i'm with my friends and dun usually buy that much. but with my sister, even though we shopped like a short say 2 hrs? we managed to buy more stuff as compared to going with friends for e entire day. NO OFFENCE ppl. i still want and enjoy going out with u guys ALOT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1163/2730/1600/474316/DSC00124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1163/2730/320/855207/DSC00124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my current feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116453647659194981?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116453647659194981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116453647659194981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116453647659194981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116453647659194981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/26-nov-2006-bake-bake-bake.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116403203278842675</id><published>2006-11-20T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:16:18.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/store_LingGlass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/store_LingGlass.jpg" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/store_sundaygoods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/store_sundaygoods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/store_tinyredbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/store_tinyredbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116403203278842675?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116403203278842675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116403203278842675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116403203278842675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116403203278842675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116402982012154441</id><published>2006-11-20T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T05:37:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/MAAD_sunday_poster-785698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/MAAD_sunday_poster-785698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Every Sunday, 11am-6pm&lt;a href="http://www.reddottraffic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;red dot design museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel by Mass Rapid Transit (MRT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearest MRT station is 0.15km away.&lt;br /&gt;Take the East West Line (green) and stop at "Tanjong Pagar" (EW15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel by Taxi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are taking a taxi, please tell the driver to go to red dot traffic&lt;br /&gt;or former traffic police headquarter at maxwell road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel by Bus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearest Bus Stop is 0.13km away, with the following services available:&lt;br /&gt;SBS - 10, 100, 107, 130, 162, 16M, 196, 65M, 70, 89M, 97SMRT - 75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/popimage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" height="319" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/popimage2.jpg" width="454" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116402982012154441?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116402982012154441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116402982012154441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116402982012154441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116402982012154441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-sunday-11am-6pmred-dot-design.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116394646037047556</id><published>2006-11-19T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:27:40.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that grace knows about herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace is fat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to go shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to cry &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to be happy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace doesnt like jc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace doesnt like accounts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to be free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace doesnt want to be tied down by expectations and responsibles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace feels like an idiot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace doent know wat she wants &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to pursue her dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace doesnt want to be forced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants space&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants warmth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to feel excited &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to have something to look forward to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace wants to feel needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace feels like and over- demanding bitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grace feels like screamming at the top of her lungs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;grcae wants a big big BIG hug.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stupid but yeah. thats wat grace is feeling is thinking, i mean, i feel restrained by a lot of stuff and i mean, i am not able to freely venture into whatever hopes and dreams that i have and its like everything's settled for me. i cant choose wat i like , i cant do the things i want. den wats life den？ isnt it about hope, dreams, mixture of feelings, unexpected events. why cant i have something like dat ?fine, maybe say 10% ？fine. i face the fact that my parents have high expectations for me,which parent doesnt. but leading a life that i freally want ? well that;s just gonna be a LITTLE hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its really in a spurr of moment of the things that i 've just wrote/ typed. but really. wat is life if u have so many things, ambition or even career set for u ? well. yeah. i never retaliated. guess i never would.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/PB180986b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/PB180986b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116394646037047556?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116394646037047556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116394646037047556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116394646037047556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116394646037047556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-that-grace-knows-about-herself.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116392973421801914</id><published>2006-11-19T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:48:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19th Nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried baking brownies today. yep. the end results were OKAY! its was really quite nice ! anyway. found out that i have an interest in baking and stuff. hmm . dunno why. but yeah . will attempt baking cake the next time.. say next sunday ? yeah .. really looking forward to my next baking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/PB180976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/PB180976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;strong&gt;MEIZHEN&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;CIMIN&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;SHUHUI&lt;/strong&gt;. at fish n co for dinner. yep i had a wonderful time.we ate , talked, laughed. it was really nice to see them again. hee. oso, something sweet happened there and before our very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/PB180931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/PB180931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yeah guys. its not your eyes playing tricks on u. the guy did a very sweet thing . HE PROPOSED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AND I WAS THERE !!!! this was the first ever time i ever witness a wedding proposal. after eating we made our way to orchard cineleisure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/Untitled-1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/Untitled-1copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and we each 'own' our very own christmas tree for that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/lastscan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/lastscan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;one of the neoprints we took. hee. we left orchard round 9.45pm. the 3 of us zhen min and i board the train. they were a few caucasians there, loudly showing off their accent. 'excuse me/ my bag's coming through.' after they left, we imitated their accent and had a good laugh over it. gals , i really enjoy  being around with u all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;one thing for sure that i'll never forget. the friendship we share. afterall. friends are one of the most important thing in one's life.as friends look out for each other and share all the joy and unhappiness altogether. for one thing, i am glad to have these people in my life as they had definitely made an impact to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/lastscan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/PB180931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/Untitled-1copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/PB180931.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116392973421801914?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116392973421801914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116392973421801914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116392973421801914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116392973421801914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/19th-nov-2006-tried-baking-brownies.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116368664356973258</id><published>2006-11-16T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:17:23.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a quote i got off a shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDS ARE FOREVER, BOYS ARE WHATEVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116368664356973258?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116368664356973258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116368664356973258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116368664356973258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116368664356973258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote-i-got-off-shirt-friends-are.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116368652566184947</id><published>2006-11-16T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:15:25.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's pretty much in a irony. well at least for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, things just happen and it really makes u go into deep thought. 'is it really worth it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECAP.&lt;br /&gt;various kinds of ppl that grace doesnt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;irresponsible ones. (cos they really freak u out at times)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fake ppl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;backstabbers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;liars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;in life, u really get to meet all the different kinds of ppl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/320/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116368652566184947?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116368652566184947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116368652566184947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116368652566184947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116368652566184947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/lifes-pretty-much-in-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116340100304480599</id><published>2006-11-12T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:17:44.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today's is oso the first day of work for cimin and meizhen.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. yeah. a couple of minutes for myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRAP UP OF THE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty amazing as i look back wat happened the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my first three months in JJC. i got into a amazing orientation grp OG 16. we were the most fun and enthu grp together to complement, we had 4 amazing OGL. they didnt feel they did enough for us. but guys, YOU DID. after orientation, i got to noe my civics classs better. btw its 06A04. although its seems that we were rather separated but trust me. each and everyone of us were strongly united together. how much joy and laughter shared not forgetting our darling civics tutor. Ms JOY Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the posting of my 'O' level results, i was pretty glad. cause i got 16 for my L1R5. as i got to know about the LEP programme. i got in as it was pretty much wat i studied previously. sadly, as i got to know who my civics tutor was i was pretty disappointed. LIU FEN. i felt she was the teacher with a old fashion mindset and believe me, she does. luckily for me, JIAXIN got into the same class as i did. hence, its not a totally new environment for me. on my first day, i got to know TAIKHOON better. along the way, i got to know a neww class mate LENG CHOO and MELVIN was oso there. after english literature as i was passong by the staffroom, mdm liu found me and introduced to me our lost classmate DINO LIM TSE MIN. lolx. cause she didnt know where our class was. in the cafe, then did i saw the whole of the class.den i got to know the class further. YINI, XINYI, SUYANG, SIYING ,CHEN CHENG ,CHEN TING, SIEW MUN along with my primary school class mate JING HUI came into the picture. with all these nice ppl, i thought our class would be a fun place to be. but NO.  a stupid dispute erupted and tore the class apart. our class became more divided. its hard to imagine a class of 14 being divided. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. hence. e clique of 7 was formed amongst us. the gals are great and trust me, life in JC would be much more different and boring without them. lolx. wat funwe had just talking about a broad topics. life was nv less interesting with them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look back, its pretty amazing how life have been for the past year. however for one thing is that i am truly glab to be part of all's that's happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116340100304480599?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116340100304480599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116340100304480599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116340100304480599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116340100304480599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-i-am-again-well.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116338728231221511</id><published>2006-11-12T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:08:02.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess my blog been's stagnet for a pretty long time. hey ppl . grace is here to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO CITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there a couple of days ago. wat can i say about that place? well... its HUGE for one thing. i mean seriously. went there with &lt;strong&gt;jiaxin, yini, xinyi, taikhoon &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; suyang&lt;/strong&gt;. yep. its the six of us again. heex. anyway. yeah .. i shopped around the place. i didnt finish visiting the entire place cause its like soooo huge. walked till my feet ached. hmm . went to eat at earl's swensen. yeah food was okay and everything .. not much to say. well. maybe i'll find one saturday to go shopping there. YES . on my own most probably. cause it was still Sat did i realised that its impossible to get any of ur stuff when any guy is around u . i mean .. i felt hurried and counldnt bother to even look at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; currently at my dad's office. that's where my job is. continue later when i find thta my parents arent looking at my yarh ? laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;PPL do TAG ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116338728231221511?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116338728231221511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116338728231221511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116338728231221511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116338728231221511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-my-blog-beens-stagnet-for-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116289368149240466</id><published>2006-11-07T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T02:01:21.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TUESDAY, 7th NOV 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay at home the whole. tmr's the 8th. PROJECTWORK ORAL PRESENTATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my results slip. gosh it was BAD. it was kinda like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Paper : D&lt;br /&gt;Maths : U&lt;br /&gt;Economics: E&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: E&lt;br /&gt;English Literature: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. that bad.  e only good news. grace is promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm . offi9cially getting the results back tomorrow. yeah. gals from my class are most probably going to VIVO CITY after the 'a' level oral presentation and upon getting back our results slip. hmm. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116289368149240466?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116289368149240466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116289368149240466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116289368149240466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116289368149240466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuesday-7th-nov-2006-stay-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116271864305542703</id><published>2006-11-05T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:24:03.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/31410291615396l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my 'a' level chinese paper wont pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, 5TH NOV 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did ntt today, watch tv, bla blah blah. i feel so restless all the time .. haix. really arh. u are looking at the blog of a boring person. yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/31410291615396l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116271864305542703?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116271864305542703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116271864305542703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116271864305542703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116271864305542703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116256868641287856</id><published>2006-11-03T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T07:44:46.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese 'a' levels are OVER. next to complete, PROJECTWORK PRESENTATION on the 8TH NOV 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. the familiar episode in my life. the usual quarrels, disputes watever u call it.  frankly. i am sick and tired of all that. well. we see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some real random entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not make home delivery orders from KFC. man . its e second time and i am truely fed up. they have overwhelming orders all day long and u cant seem to make ur order. btw. some operator from KFC ask over e phone. ' eh. ma'am , due to overwhelming response we  are unable to make ur delivery. would u mind if u would to make a order now and to collect it yourself at one of our outlets?' i was like 'huh ? can i make e order now and wait for e delivery instead ?' operator ' sorry ma'am like i said , if u would to make a order now, u would have to collect it urself at one of our outlets. currently, we are unable to make any extra home delivery services.'&lt;br /&gt;its like  WHATEVER lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its after our paper today when one of our grp members failed to turn up for the rehearsal that was meant to help him. we callled and he said his on his way home. boy was i fustrated and irritated. i mean, how blur can he get. ultimately, he blamed us for not informing him properly. he said he didnt understand wat it meant by rehearsal after the paper. we should have told him that rehearsal was today. i mean PLEASE la. u are like one year older than us and there u are behaving like a primary school kid. u dun even noe how to use microsoft powerpoint after 4 years of education in singapore? who in e world are u trying to cheat to ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite surprised but there COUPLELAB in JURONG POINT LEVEL ONE. btw . its  a temporary 'booth'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY WANNA GO OUT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116256868641287856?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116256868641287856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116256868641287856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116256868641287856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116256868641287856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116244119681015102</id><published>2006-11-01T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:19:56.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YIKES. its 'A' level chinese tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quarreled wif zm yesterday. but. alls well now. i got to admit that guy's attitude sucks at times. cant wait for all e exams to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116244119681015102?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116244119681015102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116244119681015102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116244119681015102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116244119681015102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/11/yikes.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116228925821726572</id><published>2006-10-31T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T02:07:38.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DEDEDE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is creative and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem dramatic, lively, and quick to react.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116228925821726572?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116228925821726572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116228393713719963</id><published>2006-10-31T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:38:58.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/SP_A0199.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1163/2730/1600/SP_A0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO PPL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i was away for a really long time. so sorry ppl. kinda like disappeared all of a sudden. yep &lt;strong&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE FINALLY HERE&lt;/strong&gt;! however, before i could really have fun there are still official examinations that are not over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;chinese h1 'a' level paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pw h1 'a' level presentation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and ! it all ends next week on the 8th Oct. which means i can have fun and have more time on my own .. no more school and teachers. and i definitely gonna go out more often. yeah . kinda looking forward to e day lolx. but till then .. will need to study la. so . yep back to the books.but theres one sickening thing that bothers me. till now, i have yet to receive my result slip and my civics tutor has yet to inform me if i would need to retake any papers. hopefully not. hmph . theres economics tutorial tmr and there CCA .. the fun part is that we are going to be baking biscuits tmr. lolx hope the children there would be so irritating like that time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS.  hey !! i miss all of ya too !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116228393713719963?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116228393713719963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116228393713719963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116228393713719963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116228393713719963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-ppl-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116057158873072688</id><published>2006-10-11T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T05:59:48.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>highest body temperature of the day : 38.8 degrees&lt;br /&gt;lowest temperature of the day            : 37.6 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up wif a really bad headache so went to measure and it was like gosh 38.8 degrees! i was like wat the... anyway ask dad if i counld nt go school today. yep he agreed. and he brought me to the doctor's. THANKS DADDY! just realised that whenever i'm sick or have some important going on its always him accompanying me. ya. so sweet of him. love my DAD loads =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone for their concern . THANK U. ya. so sorry for bothering jx, yn and tk. thanks guys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just slept through the day. ntt much happened. anyway. still having a huge headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116057158873072688?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116057158873072688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116057158873072688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116057158873072688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116057158873072688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/highest-body-temperature-of-day-38.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116048540076208917</id><published>2006-10-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T06:03:20.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current body temperature: 38.2 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah. having a heavy head right now. gosh. i just hate to be sick. no appetite, dizzy, wobbly legs, plus plus i feel COLD la.even at home without aircon and just the wind. even the FLOOR feels cold. how i wish the haze index would shoot up to 400. no school then ! that would be nice you noe. saw mz and kl today wif yini on my way to e mrt at boonlay to meet zm at je. yep. i tink they are together again. (u two better stay together!). yep. met zm for lunch at jec.that's when i felt that i had no appetite at all. isnt it amazing. actually wanted to watch a movie. but. our timing wasnt right ( forgive my bad english) u noe those little machines that u insert 50cents to like 2 dollars and you will get a small toy out of it? yep. went to 'turn' one of those and got something i wanted. smiles.dat was practically how today went. o ya ! &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAE TO WANJING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thank u all so much for your encouragement (s)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116048540076208917?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116048540076208917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116048540076208917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116048540076208917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116048540076208917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/current-body-temperature-38.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116031383400108369</id><published>2006-10-08T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:27:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think &lt;strong&gt;getting promoted is impossible&lt;/strong&gt;. yah . truely depressed. plus. BAD HAIR DAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116031383400108369?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116031383400108369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116031383400108369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116031383400108369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116031383400108369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-getting-promoted-is-impossible.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116022833273104361</id><published>2006-10-07T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:39:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PROMOS ARE FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do now !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;projectwork presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;chinese 'a' levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drama fest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hectic . waiting for e surface of my ugly results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116022833273104361?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116022833273104361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116022833273104361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116022833273104361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116022833273104361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26076083.post-116022764572240765</id><published>2006-10-07T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:27:25.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she was forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26076083-116022764572240765?l=gracey-mimage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/feeds/116022764572240765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26076083&amp;postID=116022764572240765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116022764572240765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26076083/posts/default/116022764572240765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey-mimage.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-was-forgotten.html' title=''/><author><name>confused-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03269625115660059604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
