<?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-4152741820412944329</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:09:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gracie, with love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-168369507348355848</id><published>2010-03-27T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:38:41.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a complete meal.</title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Today I would say, Love is like a complete meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are offered a menu which includes a list of selection. This is when you get to know about the other half more, you can't help but want to know more, similar to wanting to know how the dishes are being cooked this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You begin with the appetizer/starter which is usually the freshest of all courses. In a relationship, this is the honeymoon period when both parties will give anything to each other. You practically just soak yourselves in the sweetness of love, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You move on to the main course which is also the most filling. This stage in the relationship relates to usually knowing the person inside out and in some cases, it will include sex. Remember this is the main course whereby you'll feel full and contented! You will feel extra satisfied with your other half, it's like a feeling of completion because you have one another inside out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are then offered a cup of coffee or tea after the main course. This is when you choose how bitter or sweet you want your beverage to be. At this point of the relationship, some may choose to add extra sugar and continue living in the sweetness of love; while other choose not to do anything to the drink and leave it bitter which in the case signs of can't be bothered anymore with the relationship may start to show. You might hate the bitter drink so much and you see no need to add any sugar to it, so you choose to push it aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert is always a bonus after a meal. At this point, some may reject the offer because you get too full after the appetizer, main course and beverage. You may at this moment choose to leave or may even have left the table. If a guy/girl serves you dessert and you accept it, this will be a happy ending because once again, at the end of the day, you both soak in the sweetness of love and complete each others' meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you complete my meal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-168369507348355848?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/168369507348355848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=168369507348355848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/168369507348355848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/168369507348355848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-complete-meal.html' title='Love is a complete meal.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6572424156956303540</id><published>2010-02-14T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:27:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy CNY 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happy chinese new year to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no valentine's day wishes though, because i still hate this day alot till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many photos taken these few days, im'ma just post up some. can check out the rest if you want at my facebook &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/graciebaby"&gt;www.facebook.com/graciebaby&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first up, princess muffin says' gong xi fa cai'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lyJSm7w8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lipgE3GwM1M/s1600-h/DSC03000-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438503528966112194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lyJSm7w8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lipgE3GwM1M/s320/DSC03000-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then it's prince macho with a 'gong hey fatt hoi' too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxkODIATI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CnqunmATQE8/s1600-h/DSC02991-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502892087017778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxkODIATI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CnqunmATQE8/s320/DSC02991-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jingle mama says 'mum mum na lai'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxj3Ng7II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BBq4cgwQA2w/s1600-h/DSC02967-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502885956578434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxj3Ng7II/AAAAAAAAAQQ/BBq4cgwQA2w/s320/DSC02967-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a photo of me, sis and cousin geo on cny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxjcig1TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inNlb00bP2w/s1600-h/DSC03095-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502878796895538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxjcig1TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/inNlb00bP2w/s320/DSC03095-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a photo with granny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxizvVOgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TploBvwRltU/s1600-h/DSC03092-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502867844807170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxizvVOgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/TploBvwRltU/s320/DSC03092-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my outfit for cny 2010!&lt;br /&gt;love the grecian dress, the bag, heels and accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxidEqk5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Zen9E7eRJzE/s1600-h/DSC03104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438502861760271250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lxidEqk5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Zen9E7eRJzE/s320/DSC03104-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this year's cny is similar to past years, AS BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's in the family trend to not have much programmes i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this year's the first year family celebrated without grandpa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but we are still all smiles throughout the day because we know that he is always with us and enjoying our joy this day! and of course, we went to visit him, we love you grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo.&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/4152741820412944329-6572424156956303540?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6572424156956303540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6572424156956303540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6572424156956303540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6572424156956303540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny-2010.html' title='happy CNY 2010!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S3lyJSm7w8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/lipgE3GwM1M/s72-c/DSC03000-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3045089239820026616</id><published>2010-01-31T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:21:48.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forests after forests.</title><content type='html'>Mount faber park,&lt;br /&gt;Henderson park,&lt;br /&gt;Kent ridge park,&lt;br /&gt;Labrador park,&lt;br /&gt;etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaland sure has quite a number of parks!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so outdated (correct term to use would be mountain-tortoise) because tonight's the first time i've actually ever been to mount faber and henderson park. I think mount faber has an awesome view, but i'm not exactly a scenery person. Try putting a whole row of shops selling clothes and a nice scenery in front of me, you will see the obvious big difference in my smiles. ;) But now that i've been to these park, i can officially pronounce to people that I HAVE BEEN TO MOUNT FABER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that Singaland is a boring place,&lt;br /&gt;very very lifeless city indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm happy with being homely,&lt;br /&gt;because there's jingle mama, and the m&amp;amp;m's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3045089239820026616?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3045089239820026616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3045089239820026616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3045089239820026616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3045089239820026616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/forests-after-forests.html' title='forests after forests.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7195017456793516462</id><published>2010-01-30T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:02:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>macho &amp; muffin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTlg8InxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u4FuDQiNZGQ/s1600-h/DSC02857-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207110757195538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTlg8InxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u4FuDQiNZGQ/s320/DSC02857-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTkxKzD5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/r6Pu0s5plHo/s1600-h/DSC02867-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207097933795218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTkxKzD5I/AAAAAAAAAPo/r6Pu0s5plHo/s320/DSC02867-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTkXSexXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XPKORT88D0c/s1600-h/DSC02862-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207090986698098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTkXSexXI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XPKORT88D0c/s320/DSC02862-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTjsDdmJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sk_RnyYFSbc/s1600-h/DSC02860-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432207079380981906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTjsDdmJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Sk_RnyYFSbc/s320/DSC02860-3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been God's sent love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jingle mama's blessings to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Macho&lt;/strong&gt; boy &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Muffin&lt;/strong&gt; girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these two precious for me to give the most love and care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not to forget, jingle mama will still be my beloved!&lt;br /&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/4152741820412944329-7195017456793516462?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7195017456793516462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7195017456793516462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7195017456793516462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7195017456793516462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2010/01/macho-muffin.html' title='macho &amp; muffin'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MTlg8InxI/AAAAAAAAAPw/u4FuDQiNZGQ/s72-c/DSC02857-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5976350596213232749</id><published>2009-07-09T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:24:03.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in loving memory of nic.</title><content type='html'>Taking a minute of silence...&lt;br /&gt;In loving memory of beloved &lt;strong&gt;Nicholas Chan 1987 - 2009&lt;/strong&gt;, who has left us on the 3rd of July. It was a tragic accident that left all of us shocked and devastated till now. Sandy will always love you and we will always remember you, rest in peace dude. You have definitely given us the best of memories ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only goes to show that one should truly cherish his/her life because after all, life is definitely fragile. It makes me think back alot these few days, seeing a beloved friend of mine pass away. I've learnt to cherish my friends more than ever, even though I have maybe only a handful left? At least, I know I've done my very best to salvage relationships, or rather friendships. Why make an enemy when you can have a friend? I can never understand why the closest friends can turn out to be enemies in the end, never ever will. If I'm given a choice? I will never want to have known these people right from the start, because these so-called 'friends' bring nothing but heartache. A simple question to these old 'friends' of mine whom have today, turned to become my enemies; if life is so fragile and if you understand the true meaning of cherish, why do you still want to walk away like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went to visit my grandparents, it's been a while since I last saw them. My granddad has slimmed down so much even since his illness hit him, it aches to see him living in pain. I only wish for his speedy recovery. And after all, life is indeed pretty precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to go, one just has to abide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see a change in you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one that I dare not wake up to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5976350596213232749?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5976350596213232749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5976350596213232749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5976350596213232749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5976350596213232749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-loving-memory-of-nic.html' title='in loving memory of nic.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4308961173675426805</id><published>2009-06-24T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:35:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pills as my candies.</title><content type='html'>Bangkok trip no moreeeeeee, ARGH! All thanks to the motherf**king, stupid nat**n HoneNone nehnehpok. Oops, okay watch the language. H1N1 is love, yeah very delicious sweetie pie right. Now, I can't even go anywhere for holidays. I'm really hoping that the taiwan trip will really happen, I definitely need a getaway from singas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the loneliness virus lately and don't ask me why, I honestly don't know the reason. I'm not really handling it well though, at times I end up feeling depressed, kind of feels like the whole world has just left you. And it seriously doesn't help that I'm going through the migrane season again. Pills as my candies daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PILLS AS MY CANDIES.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4308961173675426805?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4308961173675426805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4308961173675426805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4308961173675426805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4308961173675426805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/pills-as-my-candies.html' title='Pills as my candies.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-1383575429619957607</id><published>2009-06-16T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:36:41.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.varologic.com/blog/Images/lg-gd900-crystal-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.varologic.com/blog/Images/lg-gd900-crystal-phone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;Or do I still want a sidekick? Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-1383575429619957607?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1383575429619957607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=1383575429619957607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1383575429619957607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1383575429619957607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-no.html' title='oh no,'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3569488741868446044</id><published>2009-06-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:23:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely windy day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;East coast with the loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805256290962674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4i_UwjPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5DfzpDG9QTA/s320/DSC01936-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805250816540482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4iq7jf0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/zdIp-KKWg7c/s320/DSC01932-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805240706332754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4iFRF-FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zQerPqSJwBQ/s320/DSC01946-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805235996382002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4hzuJ0zI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qJos_GyUvfM/s320/DSC01930-1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805232723747890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4hnh5ZDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JHRIEKQCMPs/s320/DSC01925-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word, blissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3569488741868446044?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3569488741868446044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3569488741868446044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3569488741868446044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3569488741868446044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovely-windy-day.html' title='lovely windy day.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjc4i_UwjPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/5DfzpDG9QTA/s72-c/DSC01936-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8140722045978237582</id><published>2009-06-01T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:04:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bali, with love.</title><content type='html'>A simple, relaxing trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bali&lt;/span&gt; with the family to celebrate mommy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347800091333823858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcz2WXBDXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gwNDGScWMI0/s320/DSC01854-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793370004410162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjctvHdNTzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/V-pbu-1zrLA/s320/DSC01875-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793364739306050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjctuz16MkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IoVt_ZVY2t4/s320/DSC01859-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347793360499379554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjctukDCDWI/AAAAAAAAANw/uvW3XwZVCng/s320/DSC01864-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347789954135736514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjcqoSWpwMI/AAAAAAAAANg/1DNEc9WC4Eo/s320/DSC01853-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347789952464573666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjcqoMIN1OI/AAAAAAAAANY/St5P20DFMiE/s320/DSC01849-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347789946587994066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcqn2PIV9I/AAAAAAAAANQ/eChaQc6RlsQ/s320/DSC01848-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785679980043938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcmvf4hnqI/AAAAAAAAANI/GOMqoTrJa9U/s320/DSC01843-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785669643988930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcmu5YN78I/AAAAAAAAANA/MRY0X6rjEg4/s320/DSC01835-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785659189354930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjcmuSbo4bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bNVCzDFioL0/s320/DSC01834-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785656934218754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SjcmuKB-PAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/owojpGdk5AI/s320/DSC01825-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347785653292407842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcmt8dsnCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i-o4d-_6m8o/s320/DSC01818-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love for mommy, happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8140722045978237582?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8140722045978237582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8140722045978237582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8140722045978237582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8140722045978237582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/bali-with-love.html' title='bali, with love.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sjcz2WXBDXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gwNDGScWMI0/s72-c/DSC01854-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4137211821672031969</id><published>2009-05-26T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:32:45.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magnifique dream.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking pretty alot lately, mostly on what I really want in life.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been imagining seeing myself, say 4 years down the road as a career-minded woman. But the image just snaps away within seconds, because I honestly hate the idea of having the work already. Seeing all the stressful people around me everyday, I wonder if I can just survive on bread everyday and skip the work? Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm born a housewife. Belonging to those women behind successful men? I'm contented with just staying home to do what a typical housewife does. Cleaning up the house, looking after the kids and cooking dinner every other night, waiting for my husband to come home from work. Simplicity. But then again, I highly doubt I will be satisfied with just a simple life, given my 21 years of pampered life. It's a tad too tough to adapt to another simpler life, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and I have this crazy dream lately. I want to build a house in future! A beautiful house, with just one big storey and my rooftop will definitely have be the place for relaxation. Rooftop pool, suntanning, jacuzzi (a must!), barbequeing, etc. Basically, a place you step into with zero worries. And not to forget, I must have my walk-in pink wardrobe (which will be divided into slightly less than half for my brown cow, the messy side which I will never enter!) And I want a big bedroom with a big water bed that can freeze and harden for various purposes. A comfortable room for jingle darling. And so on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm really going to dream now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4137211821672031969?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4137211821672031969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4137211821672031969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4137211821672031969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4137211821672031969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/magnifique-dream.html' title='magnifique dream.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-1724708444876020843</id><published>2009-05-18T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:42:19.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away please.</title><content type='html'>And now I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;How's the world gonna be like without my existence?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wish I've never existed. Then, I wouldn't have to go through so many ups and downs in life. At times in life, the naked truth hurts the most. So, is ignorance really a bliss? Or is it better to know everything you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic on love. What exactly is it? How easy is it to fall in love with someone, even if it's merely one you've met on the streets. It's still down to fate and destiny that two people in this big world have met and got together. So, it's probably not that easy to fall in love with someone after all. And once you do, you just can't make yourself fall out of it as easy anymore. It's so difficult to walk away, because it hurts so much like thousand of needles piercing through your every part of the body. And when you get numb, you can't go back to the past anymore. And I was right that honeymoons always end, there's no such thing as a forever honeymoon. I should've just trusted myself more than anyone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My migrane is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Plus my gastric.&lt;br /&gt;They just hit me every single day now, I think I really just wanna die like immediately. I'm just numb on pills, and now I really wanna sleep forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like forever and ever without having to wake up to reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-1724708444876020843?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1724708444876020843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=1724708444876020843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1724708444876020843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1724708444876020843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-me-away-please.html' title='take me away please.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6002530120150131783</id><published>2009-05-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:07:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>come what may.</title><content type='html'>Today I finally realise after all what love really is.&lt;br /&gt;Is it all about romance? No. Committment? No. Compromising? Not really. I think it's all down to being able to love someone for who he or she is, withstanding all obstacles that may come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, what if your other half just wants to turn himself or herself into someone you may hate the most? And if you are able to tolerate his or her most unbearable side, it's all gonna be out of your pure love for him or her. Nothing else but love, something so magical and unbelievable but it happens, only when it's true love I must emphasize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it happens, it just happens. If it doesn't, no point pushing it to even happen. It's a give and take situation most of the time. You can't exactly have two people giving or taking at the same time, because collision is bound to happen. Same theory applies, when two stones hit one another, it creates a spark. I'll say a love relationship is a relationship between stone and maybe water? Sometimes when the stone is hot, there's always water to cool it down. And when at times the stone becomes dry, the water is there to hydrate it. The bond is so simple, yet special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6002530120150131783?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6002530120150131783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6002530120150131783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6002530120150131783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6002530120150131783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-what-may.html' title='come what may.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5109067029237881140</id><published>2009-05-12T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:30:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate you fuckergoh.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, what a nice, great win! Remember the court case? YES, it was today and I won, WON okay. The motherfuckingccbljface got a good sucker punch right in his face. The judge didn't even bother hearing to his side of the story half the time. To think he still dare say so loudly that I was lying and twisting stories when it's ALL written in black and white beforehand. Daddy said the fuckergoh even had a piece of paper right in front of him and he was reading it like a script. Tsk tsk, what a loser. And fuckergoh even claimed that I told them to throw the dead body away because it was stinking like hell. My gosh. Yeah, whatever. I've WON, WON WON WON back the face we deserved. The money didn't really matter, though we got half of the amount back in the end. It's the pride and experience I've gotten in return. Bella, mommy did you proud after all yeah? Now, you can go in peace but forever remembered, you shall be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhh, still got jetstar's case to win about. Shall I take them up to court too someday? Oh did I mention I wasn'tdressed appropriately for court and the security had to warn me? Eh, what! People first time go court what, actually I couldn't be bothered. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on a lighter note for food lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my recent craze, highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xin Yuan Ji (Tan Quee Lan St)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 Tan Queen Lan St&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01-01&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earthen Jar Treasure Herbal Soup 瓮中宝滋补煨汤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 Sin Ming Road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01-244 77 Eating House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5109067029237881140?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5109067029237881140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5109067029237881140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5109067029237881140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5109067029237881140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/hate-you-fuckergoh.html' title='hate you fuckergoh.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2808884683118105939</id><published>2009-04-28T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:03:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;: |</title><content type='html'>Court hearing date is on coming 11 may, and I'm gonna have to do it on my own this time because I'm not allowed to bring anyone in with me. As much as I want daddy to be representing me instead, I'm just gonna fight for my baby bella, not for anyone else but her. So no matter how emotional I know I might get, I'm just gonna hold on for her. Be brave, just like how she used to struggle to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at marche yesterday, it's been such a long time! Miss the rosti over there. I only knew yesterday that they changed the punch card to the normal card, goes to show how long I haven't been there! Caught friday the 13th, it ended up as a comedy instead of horror show. Wanna know? Ask isaac. Tsk tsk. He was so busy giggling away throughout the show man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another assignment on hand again. Yes, one only right? YES. Wait till you see what it's about. I don't even know how to begin doing it. GOSH. Darling jingle's been such a precious! I just realise she puked on my bed and I don't even know when it happened. Thank god her puke didn't enter my territory (she has a small share of territory of my bed)! If not, I'll kiiiiiillllllllllllllllll her. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2808884683118105939?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2808884683118105939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2808884683118105939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2808884683118105939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2808884683118105939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='&gt;: |'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2697014109420798009</id><published>2009-04-22T19:45:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:52:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from my beloved jetstar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Se8GH69kwRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yvPwV__k0GI/s1600-h/Jetstar-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327483617358954770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Se8GH69kwRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yvPwV__k0GI/s320/Jetstar-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Arhhhh how sweet! I got a letter from my beloved Jetstar addressed to me, yes ME. Like FINALLY! I was damn excited while tearing open the letter so very gently, oh no like vigorously I meant, sorry still ohsosurprised over the fact that I have gotten Jetstar's reply! JETSTAR man don't play play! A little too unbelievable indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Attn: Ms Josephine Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer Service Ececutive &lt;/strong&gt;(with the most perfect english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my beloved Jetstar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to your nice, sweet little letter dated 17 April 2009 (which I only received today, 22nd April) and I can't express how impressed I am because your mailing process is sodamnfuckingfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We refer to your letter received on the &lt;strong&gt;18th March 2009&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;' What's the date today? Is it 19th or 20th March? Oh no, it's already &lt;strong&gt;22nd April&lt;/strong&gt;! Not even one week or two weeks from the date, but one whole bloody month! Took them one whole month, taking their own sweet time to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We &lt;strong&gt;sincerely apologised&lt;/strong&gt; for the delay in refund...' No, it's not my typo error. The D was there printed in black and white. Please refer back to the original evidence as above. Gosh, is Jetstar really a local airline? PLEASE, no. It's doing our country no good with all these grammar errors in just a single fine piece of letter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'While our Jetsaver tickets are &lt;strong&gt;non-refundable &lt;/strong&gt;(oh, but how come your staff called on your company's account to offer me the refund on the flight date itself?), our management has decided to make &lt;strong&gt;an exception as&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a gesture of goodwill &lt;/strong&gt;(awwww, how very sweet of you! mwahs!) and refund all passenger affected....' I feel so very honoured to be the exception! Where's the aSS? Grammar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This letter &lt;strong&gt;will served&lt;/strong&gt; as the &lt;strong&gt;final status on the refund&lt;/strong&gt;' Did you just forget the fullstop or are my eyes playing tricks on me? And another grammar mistake, use microsoft words 2007 for god's sake! Come on man, you don't even take any responsibility or willingness in writing this letter! Ah, and is this your way of telling me to stop calling your customer service hotline? You tell me that this is the final status on the refund? MY refund?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...... in &lt;strong&gt;end April or early May&lt;/strong&gt; statement.' Yeah, right. So what did writing in to the Jetstar Customer Relations department helped in my refund case? I thought your staff claimed it WILL help make it faster. In the end, I still have to wait 6 whole months all in all. Not to forget I've already waited a total of FIVE months for my refund that has yet to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Meanwhile we appreciate the time... and thank you for the &lt;strong&gt;continuous support&lt;/strong&gt;.' Meanwhile I appreciate the time you have made me wait exactly one whole month for your precious reply! And I thank you for never ever have me patronizing your service again. Continuous, with a big FULL STOP, support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh buddy, we're from the same country leh, all singapo-lang nehs urr languag oso same same as me ma, bloken here and dere, fullstop oso don wan put. Give me face leh and return me my money lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yours belovedly,&lt;br /&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;xoxo up your arse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2697014109420798009?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2697014109420798009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2697014109420798009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2697014109420798009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2697014109420798009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-my-beloved-jetstar.html' title='from my beloved jetstar.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Se8GH69kwRI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yvPwV__k0GI/s72-c/Jetstar-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3911107892173987233</id><published>2009-04-20T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:26:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy sleep.</title><content type='html'>Really fallen sick yesterday night and I've been sleeping the whole of today. And I'm still feeling so lethargic! Must be the dloings of the medicine, I can't even think or type properly the whole day. I hate getting sick, especially at such a stressless timing because I've just submitted my assignment and have all the way until thursday to relax! You know, being sick now just upsets me so much. I was hoping the whole day someone was there for me, to bring me food and make sure I take my medicine before tugging me to bed. But I guess nobody loves me enough to do that. This is when one realy wishes she has a boyfriend at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, I have to hurry to court soon to submit my claim form. I don't wanna drag anymore, bella's been gone for quite a while and I really hope to settle this case real soon. I just hope everything goes well my way. I wonder how does a court look like? Tsk tsk. But I definitely never want to be there for no reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sleeping beauty,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my prince to kiss me awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3911107892173987233?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3911107892173987233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3911107892173987233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3911107892173987233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3911107892173987233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepy-sleep.html' title='sleepy sleep.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2158764517663311409</id><published>2009-04-19T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:02:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxationnnnnnn.</title><content type='html'>Arhhhhhchewwwww! I think I'm getting a flu. I can't stop with the sneezings. Arghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally done a submission of two more assignments and I won't go thinking about them anymore. Even though I might have done some parts wrongly, argh. Shoo shoo, I won't I WON'T think about them anymore! I have my last assignment for this school term, commencing coming thursday so I'mma give myself a little short break first. Before I get on the last final, toughest of all assignment. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a pretty good track lately, with school, with family, with life as well. I don't know if I'm contented this way. Maybe, just maybe I need something moreto it. Something called happiness. Yeah, I really want to be happy like everyone else. I want to smile genuinely and feel like the happiest girl on earth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle, stop snoring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2158764517663311409?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2158764517663311409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2158764517663311409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2158764517663311409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2158764517663311409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/relaxationnnnnnn.html' title='relaxationnnnnnn.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7917858431378376807</id><published>2009-04-15T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:14:25.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happier than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeW8QAQcn2I/AAAAAAAAALw/_Nasj6Fh9Ic/s1600-h/DSC01783-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324869117568393058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeW8QAQcn2I/AAAAAAAAALw/_Nasj6Fh9Ic/s320/DSC01783-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeW8P9b8PHI/AAAAAAAAALo/EBZryx1RzYA/s1600-h/DSC01778-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324869116811295858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeW8P9b8PHI/AAAAAAAAALo/EBZryx1RzYA/s320/DSC01778-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo hoooo, i'm showing off my nails! Envious? Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i'm indeed happier than ever, when I see my toe nails, I keep smiling to myself. Tell me, am I easily satisfied or what? I feel I behave like a small girl at time and I can't really help it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it?! I've got distinction grades for my first assignment! I even had to double, eh no, I triple confirmed my grades with my lecturer and my friend in class. Never felt this happy for my studies before. Muhahaha. I want more distinctions okay, not to forget I'll keep trying for higher distinction definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want nobody nobody, but youuuuuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current craze, by wonder girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7917858431378376807?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7917858431378376807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7917858431378376807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7917858431378376807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7917858431378376807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/happier-than-ever.html' title='happier than ever.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeW8QAQcn2I/AAAAAAAAALw/_Nasj6Fh9Ic/s72-c/DSC01783-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-1250211032599411064</id><published>2009-04-14T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:29:20.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home home!</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck home today, not only to rest my eyes, but to rush all my assignments! And I'm so glad I did, because I'm almost done with them. Except I hated the feeling of rotting too long at home and when you have nothing to do, you just keep going downstairs and upstairs again like for many many times. Thank God, I have jingle baby to play with. I think I'm spending too little time with her lately. It's like ever since bella's gone, I never really dare look at jingle because I get reminded about bella. And damn! I can't capture a nice shot of my lovely nails as promised and I so so so want to show it off hereeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own new ride too,&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-1250211032599411064?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1250211032599411064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=1250211032599411064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1250211032599411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1250211032599411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-home.html' title='home home!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5221233735084375370</id><published>2009-04-13T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:48:28.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbie girl.</title><content type='html'>I'm loving my new set of toe nails! But I can't seem to capture a nice shot of them, will try again tomorrow. And it's high time I cut down on my spending, I'm over spending! But the cocoa butter lotion is always a necessity, so yeah it was a must-have. Because I'm loving how I smell now! Oh yeah, I watched handsome suit today, stupid storyline but pretty touching and damn funny show. I'm giving it 3 and half popcorns ;) I want a beautiful suit, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having killer headaches again, and I swear it makes me wanna bang my head against the wall. Eating my pills make me feel so sick and unhealthy, I'm seriously sick of those blue and white pills. Assignments after assignments, troubles after troubles. When will these ever end? Why can't people all have peaceful lives, why can't everybody be smiling happily everyday? Life would've been so damn wonderful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be someone's barbie girl.&lt;br /&gt;I want love and care too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5221233735084375370?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5221233735084375370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5221233735084375370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5221233735084375370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5221233735084375370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/barbie-girl.html' title='barbie girl.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3290634249607065458</id><published>2009-04-12T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:51:13.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family loving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeHHX_Ij70I/AAAAAAAAALg/R4RkVJvP9Jw/s1600-h/P12-04-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323755449426898754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeHHX_Ij70I/AAAAAAAAALg/R4RkVJvP9Jw/s320/P12-04-10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family loving today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want my own new car too daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pleaseeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3290634249607065458?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3290634249607065458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3290634249607065458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3290634249607065458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3290634249607065458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-loving.html' title='family loving.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SeHHX_Ij70I/AAAAAAAAALg/R4RkVJvP9Jw/s72-c/P12-04-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6293127797569315593</id><published>2009-04-12T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:48:50.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warning!</title><content type='html'>And finally, my parents had time to go down to the pet farm today.&lt;br /&gt;Those fuckers just need to be taught a lesson. I hate it that the uncle kept interrupting every single sentence my daddy said. I hate it that we've to still show them a little respect just because they are elders. I hate it that we know exactly whose fault it is but the person jsut won't own up. I hate it that they kept putting the blame on me for the death of my OWN dog. I hate it that I want to cry out loud but I just can't. And I really hate it that my baby bella is gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;The fucker said I don't even dote on my dog, just because I don't wanna see her dead body! What fucking crude logic is this.&lt;br /&gt;You fucking idiots, I make sure everyone knows about you and make sure your business go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT VISIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Goh Pet Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91 Seletar West Farm Way 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore 790000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tel: 6482 2709&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby bella,&lt;br /&gt;I do dote on you.&lt;br /&gt;And I do love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6293127797569315593?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6293127797569315593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6293127797569315593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6293127797569315593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6293127797569315593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html' title='warning!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7953370185403561135</id><published>2009-04-10T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T00:14:28.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile of my day.</title><content type='html'>Omg, jingle baby just woke up suddenly and sneezed a combo of four times! With one of her eyes closed that kinda sneeze, major sneeze yes and she looked damn funny. And then, she's back to her dreamland. So cute can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wanna sleep tight too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7953370185403561135?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7953370185403561135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7953370185403561135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7953370185403561135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7953370185403561135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile-of-my-day.html' title='Smile of my day.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7992377492970041860</id><published>2009-04-09T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:17:37.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast &amp; furious 4.</title><content type='html'>Fast &amp;amp; furious 4 is totally wooohoooo! It takes your breath away. Nice show, nice cars, not so nice dudes though. Tsk tsk. Awaiting for the fifth to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school work load is really killing me, I don't even understand how to do my current assignment. I have two assignments due next thursday, really hope I can cope. I kinda regret taking up a degree, it isn't as easy as it may seem but I won't wanna give up now. I'm only hoping for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I still think about you. I wonder if you're doing well and living better now. You were such a precious little one to me, like my very own baby girl. And I still miss you a whole lot. How I wish I could see your grow up into a beautiful one. With much love, and hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7992377492970041860?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7992377492970041860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7992377492970041860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7992377492970041860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7992377492970041860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/fast-furious-4.html' title='fast &amp; furious 4.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4198950771213006454</id><published>2009-04-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:58:14.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye baby bella.</title><content type='html'>Thank god it's monday! Not because sunday is a bad day but because yesterday night was like the emo-iest night ever for me. Pardon the word used, I can't seem to find a better word to describe how emo I actually felt. It seems like the whole world went against me, and I've lost all my loved ones within a day. Did I mention, I really miss bella a lot? I so wanna dream of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally wrote out my letter to the papers, thanks to jakie for helping! And I found out that I've a friend and relative facing the same problem as me. Oh yes, the power is stronger now! Look, I don't want to make it big ot whatsoever, I just want my money back. And there's also bella's case yet unsettled. I've yet to tell about the whole story, I was busy handling my emotions ever since the fateful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My poor babygirl passed on on Friday noon, she was struggling on whole of Thursday night to survive but she didn't make it. Reason was highly possibly because of the microchip injected into her. And now, the pet farm's putting all blames on me, claiming that I've &lt;strong&gt;insisted&lt;/strong&gt; that they put the microchip in when she's still so tiny and young. Tell me, who in the right of mind will want to do that to their own baby? I was speechless with tears. And they already threw baby bella away when I went there. One crazy fella went to pick her up just to prove to me that her death was real. I didn't say I don't believe, even though I really wanna make myself not believe that she's already gone. She was wrapped in newspapers and when the papers were flipped open, flies were already all around her. Till today, the image keeps floating in my mind, each time causing my heart to shatter once more. There, I saw my precious little one laying still, not even greeting me like how she used to do anymore. I just wanna mourn over her death, and do her justice by getting what belongs to her back. It's not all about the money now, it's about the responsibility. I just wish this issue can be settled in the best way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby Bella 12/12/09 - 03/04/09&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was barely four months, please send your prayers to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321422385747567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sdl9dzpLpJI/AAAAAAAAALY/RK2QNKTgiDE/s320/1_873699635l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby girl, I promise I'll always be there for you. Just feel me, with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4198950771213006454?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4198950771213006454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4198950771213006454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4198950771213006454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4198950771213006454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-baby-bella.html' title='goodbye baby bella.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Sdl9dzpLpJI/AAAAAAAAALY/RK2QNKTgiDE/s72-c/1_873699635l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4311469929892818254</id><published>2009-04-02T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T12:31:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hang on, baby bella.</title><content type='html'>Everyone and anyone out there, please send your prayers for my baby bella. Hope that she'll hold on tight and survive through the toughest time she's facing now. All I ask for now, is her ultimate survival..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll exchange 10 years of my own life, for her little fragile life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how I'll cope if I were to go visit her, so tonight I told myself I need to stay home and I can't see her suffering. Though I very much want to be there to accompany her, I know it's for the best of everybody. All my friends and family are as worried as I am now, and we all know baby bella will be a strong girl. We will all pray for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably hurts me the most, because she's like my very own child. I've waiting for her for the longest time, like every other moms will do during their nine months of pregnancy. Even though I wasn't the one giving birth to her, but throughout the whole process of welcoming baby bella to this world, I was there to witness and feel it. She's my very own baby, and if anyone's heart is aching for her now, mine will be hurting the most. Feels like my heart just got stabbed hard when the news came in this morning. I didn't know what else to feel, but numb with fear of losing her. I had to hold back my emotions to still go for classes and even hold back my strong urge to be there for her, because I know I won't be able to be strong when I see my little girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I only ask for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;And it's for baby bella to be safe and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4311469929892818254?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4311469929892818254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4311469929892818254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4311469929892818254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4311469929892818254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/hang-on-baby-bella.html' title='hang on, baby bella.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7222395173585595631</id><published>2009-04-01T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:28:11.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to a clear mind.</title><content type='html'>Home sweet home today, it does feel good at times to jsut stay home alone and clear some thoughts running inside your mind. I guess it is gonna make me feel better at the end of the day, it beats running away from the problems you have. Instead, you make it a point to face it and think through it. Though at times it may be tough, fighting with your own heart and mind, but it's always for the better. Never drag troubles you have, solve it as soon as you can. In that way, I feel life is gonna be so much better for yourself. I just wanna live each day happily, and to the fullest. I don't wanna live my life for anyone else, but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm spreeing again! I've so many clothes and bag and accessories that is on pending arrival. I can't wait to receive my goods! I'm like addicted to online shopping again! And that's because clothes selling in singa is getting so so sooooooooooooooo expensive nowadays. How I wish my bangkok trip can come really soon, hope the riots go away like forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I probably won't go back to my favourite hotel again,&lt;br /&gt;and it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's april's fool and I do feel like a fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7222395173585595631?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7222395173585595631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7222395173585595631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7222395173585595631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7222395173585595631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-clear-mind.html' title='to a clear mind.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7470507450261274001</id><published>2009-03-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:26:28.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw you idiots.</title><content type='html'>I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee jetfuckingstar idiots morons! And curse the stupid ang moh bitch, I swear I'll get back at you real soon. You're lucky I didn't get your name but I can surely recognise your bitchy turn-off voice! Ridiculous piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm badly baked this time, I've been red for like three days already and it still hurts a lot. I can't even sleep properly! I promise I won't be so stubborn and just stay in the sun for one hour, and period. Never be too greedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still damn moody over that stupid airline, throw singapore's face totally!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7470507450261274001?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7470507450261274001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7470507450261274001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7470507450261274001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7470507450261274001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/screw-you-idiots.html' title='screw you idiots.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2629033651219963108</id><published>2009-03-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:51:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot, burning hot!</title><content type='html'>Oh, let's hit the beach again baby!&lt;br /&gt;Heart, heart, heart the sun at sentosa! But I'm so badly burnt now, feels like I just got out of the oven. Freshly baked! And as usual, my arms are badly bruised with blood clots from playing volley. It hurts like mad, but pain is good isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught The Unborn yesterday. And Confessions of a Shopaholic today, oh yes movie marathon yes. It's been like four days of movie? The Unborn wasn't too nice, western horrors are never scary. And when one happens to be scary, it's because they did a translated version of some thai or whatever language horror flick. Ah, Confessions of a Shopaholic was much much better, though the story didn't quite tally with the storybook. But all in all, it was hilarious! Rebecca bloomwood is sure one crazy shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr. I'm still burning now, I hope I don't peel too badly this time. I don't want my efforts to go to waste! And I'm feeling so lethargic tonight, oh yeah finally I can sleeeeeeepppp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2629033651219963108?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2629033651219963108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2629033651219963108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2629033651219963108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2629033651219963108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-burning-hot.html' title='hot, burning hot!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-678680443412150832</id><published>2009-03-27T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:26:49.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>study, stress, study, stress.</title><content type='html'>Paul Blart is one big fat ass mall cop man! He's real funny, exactly like a pu-dao-weng. But all in all, the movie had a stupid storyline, it's just pure comedy shit. Three stars worth maybe? Next up will be Confessions of a Shopaholic, Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4 and Gran Torino! Am seeing pretty good reviews for these shows so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really hate pasta mania tonight, I don't know why but I always hate the after taste that stays in my mouth for a long while, even brushing my teeth didn't help get rid of it. Not that I don't love the food there, but the strong taste is really killing me. Grrrrr, okay just tonight alright. I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I've submitted my first assignment of my uni life today! I feel oh so great! I finally got over it. And now I've my second assignment on hand already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody kill me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-678680443412150832?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/678680443412150832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=678680443412150832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/678680443412150832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/678680443412150832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/study-stress-study-stress.html' title='study, stress, study, stress.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-1672179322487100442</id><published>2009-03-26T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:21:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spare me the trouble.</title><content type='html'>Watched thai horror flick &lt;coming&gt; earlier on, and I swear this is the first ever horror movie to make me scream, but just once okay, just once! I got shocked just ONCE! Tsk tsk. Yeah, come to think of it I'm kinda sadist, I laugh when I watch a horror movie, it's probably my way of not freaking out throughout the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home all relaxed on my bed now, my assignment is due tomorrow but I finished it yesterday night! So, I'm stressed free for the time being until the next task comes up, like tomorrow? Oh gosh, yet just another battle with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle darling's sleeping downstairs tonight because she's having her period, heavy flow. I don't want her to dirty her/&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; own bed! I've got new bedsheets and it's all in sexy red! But I'm missing her company already. And bella baby too, I so wanna go see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-1672179322487100442?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1672179322487100442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=1672179322487100442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1672179322487100442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1672179322487100442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/spare-me-trouble.html' title='spare me the trouble.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6748082845557317040</id><published>2009-03-24T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:30:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a birthday present!</title><content type='html'>I'm reading confessions of a shopaholic, thanks to eileen darling for lending me the book. I'm loving it! And I swear becky bloomwood is one hardcore shopper! Tsk tsk, at least it makes me feel better because I'm not half as bad as she is. Shopping time~ I miss bangkok a lot! Oh, and did I mention the movie's releasing like tomorrow? I can't wait to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just go hongkong this 21st birthday, don't really like the idea of spending this birthday in singas. Unless.... There's something just specially planned for princess gracie. Then, I might just stay put here for my celebration. I don't want another boring birthday this year, no way. Remember the key mommy! Do people substitute the key giving with something else? Like maybe a stack of cash, or a diamond ring? Or a brand new sports car? Say SLK? Woohoo. I promise i'll be a damn good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know..&lt;br /&gt;Memento is everlasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6748082845557317040?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6748082845557317040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6748082845557317040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6748082845557317040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6748082845557317040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/confessions-of-birthday-present.html' title='confessions of a birthday present!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3781373699450424856</id><published>2009-03-23T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:03:58.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's go fly kite!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Made a mini sales profit today at the bazaar and as expected, given my superrrrrrr lazy character, I closed stall earlier than anyone else. Tiring okay! Now i'm pondering on how to get rid of the rest of my stock. Hur hur. Home sweet home, I miss my bed so very much today because I'm feeling so drained out, from the weather especially. Makes every part of me so sticky, I can just use post-it on my skin without the stickers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooooo wanna go fly a kite, love the feeling of seeing the kite flying so carefree!&lt;br /&gt;Really depicts what I want my life to be, free and easy with no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah absolutely right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3781373699450424856?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3781373699450424856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3781373699450424856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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right out of my body earlier on,&lt;br /&gt;when I heard what you've got to say.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my very best to salvage things,&lt;br /&gt;to hear you saying your heart died on me so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, were you even upset over us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want waffles with you again,&lt;br /&gt;missing the times and smiles and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is Rewarding, I've waited but where's my reward?&lt;br /&gt;Waffle Say Smile Always, how to when you are my smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you took it all away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8361187757438401105?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8361187757438401105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2738914748556702392</id><published>2009-03-22T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:22:38.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight babies.</title><content type='html'>With misses, especially tonight.&lt;br /&gt;How do I sleep without crying every night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smell of your skin lingers on me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2738914748556702392?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2738914748556702392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4902963470091201407</id><published>2009-03-20T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:24:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gracie's life lesson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 1&lt;/strong&gt; When a guy says, I can't really sleep, keep wanting to switch on my laptop to look at your pictures. Don't do anything, don't even take initiative to send him your photo! Just wait for him to really go switch it ON first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2&lt;/strong&gt; 'She's (referring to you) such a nice girl, i'm loving her!' Love is a no-no before you guys get together, don't get tricked and mix it up with like. If the guy uses love even before you're his, he's outta play with your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 3&lt;/strong&gt; When a guy says, don't ever leave me ok, i love you a lot. He's probably be the one leaving you first, it's all just words girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 4&lt;/strong&gt; When a guy loves your dog a lot, he's only putting up an act to please you even more. Don't get conned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 5&lt;/strong&gt; Guys will never every keep their promises. So just listen to half of what they say, the other half goes to his actions to prove he's a man of his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 6&lt;/strong&gt; When a guy says he's gonna fix your broken heart, it'd probably never happen in any case. Don't believe even a single bit of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4902963470091201407?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4902963470091201407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4902963470091201407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4902963470091201407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4902963470091201407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/gracies-life-lesson.html' title='gracie&apos;s life lesson.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2891221545875024846</id><published>2009-03-20T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:50:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the girls!</title><content type='html'>Nothing beats coming home to two loves of your life,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing else wins seeing them so happy just to see you!&lt;br /&gt;To HELL with all guys, nobody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are so much more affectionate and loyal when it comes to love. None other kind of love can beat the special bond you share with your dogs. You come home everyday, to see them wagging their tails to show that they're really delighted you're safe home! You know, you just wanna kiss them, at this time, love is so simple yet deep. They get contented so easily, you need not please them like men. They love you so much, genuine love unlike men's selfish love. They lick and kiss you and they get so happy over it, unlike men who only love to bed the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I've jingle bella, and I don't need anyone else at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2891221545875024846?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2891221545875024846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2891221545875024846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2891221545875024846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2891221545875024846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/loving-girls.html' title='loving the girls!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6721224671120049521</id><published>2009-03-18T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:09:40.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't need a man, wait, i do need a man.</title><content type='html'>Got my new lappie, wooohooo! &lt;div&gt;Am loving it man, the touchscreen, sound system, design, everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby blackie? Baby posh? Whatever the name, as long it's extremelyyyyyy pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542391775717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ScEMJc2L6NI/AAAAAAAAALM/mQFvGqk5O3M/s320/3043999677_fc495a470d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella's home, but she's sleeping downstairs still because she's still too young, gotta rest a lot. But she's a little too naughty, and active actually. All babies are right! Poor jingle's period coming, and her 'thing' is pretty badly swollen so she's having difficulties walking and even sitting. Plus she had her jab today in her ass! Ouch, must have added on to the pain. And also the heartache because somebody just literally broke the promise to accompany her to the vet. Ahem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to do, so little time to spare. I think I barely have time for my love ones (no, definitely not you anymore) lately, assignment's due in a week and I'm panicking. Wishing things never messed up this way, because I'll be way more happier! I think I might do just well with a soulmate now, ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see your true colours..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6721224671120049521?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6721224671120049521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6721224671120049521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6721224671120049521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6721224671120049521'/><link rel='alternate' 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I'm on the verge of going berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need my dose of pills tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3541679488478058384?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3541679488478058384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3541679488478058384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3541679488478058384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3541679488478058384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-goes-by-in-wink-of-eye.html' title='time goes by, in the wink of an eye.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5745099092788546285</id><published>2009-03-16T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:42:50.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues.</title><content type='html'>Loving you is easy cause you're beautifool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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blues.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3285427303648880109</id><published>2009-03-15T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:24:34.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered into a million pieces.</title><content type='html'>Work at school is seriously tiring and stressful. I spent the whole afternoon yesterday and only ended up drafting out my first write up, just one journal out of three. It's tough, never knew universary could be so stressful. I'm falling sick, mentally and physically damaged now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be so cruel and break someone's heart time after time after time?&lt;br /&gt;At 4.14am this morning, I have really given up because my heart was shattered into a million pieces. You told me you're gonna fix it. How? Like this? Smash the broken pieces once more tonight? All i want, is a good night's rest, am I asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I keep falling back.&lt;br /&gt;Into the arms that won't have a future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3285427303648880109?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3285427303648880109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3285427303648880109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3285427303648880109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3285427303648880109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/shattered-into-million-pieces.html' title='shattered into a million pieces.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-506938436795314615</id><published>2009-03-13T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T23:31:56.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>di da di da di.</title><content type='html'>I finally finished writing my love letter to jetfuckingstar! I'm so gonna mail my love out to them tomorrow first thing! I'd better get good news man. And not to forget, I'm dropping by the bank tomorrow, don't come rob me ok! I will be at Txxxxxxx at xxxx time wearing xxxxxxx colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment day for me tomorrow, I really gotta force myself into it. Supposedly to do it today, but I'm having another migrane attack so I only managed to do on one article out of three. I'm hungry tonight, nobody's here to satisfy my hunger. Tsk tsk, sounds wrong uh? I'm really hungry la, my gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOOODDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;Hotcakes with sausage again?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-506938436795314615?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/506938436795314615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=506938436795314615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/506938436795314615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/506938436795314615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/di-da-di-da-di.html' title='di da di da di.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7313301084877809966</id><published>2009-03-13T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:36:20.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mac loving!</title><content type='html'>I woke up to macdonald's hotcakes with sausage this morning! Ultimate loveeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;Been craving for it for the longest time, and just couldn't get up every morning to satisfy my craving. All thanks to baby k for today's breakfast. But the sausage was a little too hard, tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rainy afternoon, makes me so sleepy and I can't concentrate on my work. So I guess it's all down to tomorrow, gonna really push myself to get down to work, now pussssshhhhhhh. A big match tomorrow night, Man U vs Liverpool.  I wanna watch, yeah never knew I was into soccer right, now you know! So much for boyfriends' influence. It was coke light back then and now, soccer! Ronaldo plays the biggest part actually, he's too much of a dream guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, mum mum firstttttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7313301084877809966?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7313301084877809966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7313301084877809966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7313301084877809966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7313301084877809966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-loving.html' title='mac loving!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3072557072138697468</id><published>2009-03-12T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:26:01.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my oh my, bloody valentine.</title><content type='html'>Caught My Bloody Valentine today, woohoo! 3D sure does make a horror movie so much more exciting, you see everything so damn near you, right in front of your eyes. Only downside, the spectacles are really heavy and clumsy to wear. Uncomfortable, that's it. And 3D movies definitely cheat money, because it costs more than usual ticket price and no discounts on ANY cards. I find the movie more of gruesome than horror, I was totally freaked out with the occasional shocks, but rather freaked out over the bloody and gruesome scenes. Now, who says valentine's day is supposed to be a happy day. Maybe I don't see the importance to celebrate valentine's days anymore, tsk tsk. Who's gonna be my bloody valentine next year?! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work's been pretty stressing, and I've only one module this term! Can't imagine what it's gonna be like next term or next, next term when I have more modules to clear. I think it could've have been because I've slacked for too long, and I jsut can't get use to the sudden stress that's coming my way. Date dues plus countless assignments to do. But at least, I feel so much more useful now and knowledgable tooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella should be home by this weekend if everything goes well, now I don't know if I'll have time for her. Homecoming baby!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3072557072138697468?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3072557072138697468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3072557072138697468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3072557072138697468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3072557072138697468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-oh-my-bloody-valentine.html' title='my oh my, bloody valentine.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4179059799921700694</id><published>2009-03-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:56:01.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick in the head.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling extremely stressed up and depressed today, is it the weather or the lack of sleep? Or just excuses, because I'm letting my tears all out right now. I'm feeling so tensed for no particular reason, I guess I'm emotionally tired and drained out. I won't want to play this game anymore if I'm given a choice. It's killing me inside out, and I don't know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling fucked up too, I think the fever just hit me hard. I can actually feel myself so restless and having the least energy left already. And it's freezing cold, I feel like as though I'm in outer space, I'm floating aimlessly. I heard the lousiest updates ever tonight, I don't know if I should even be bothered about it, I guess not because I've enough in my head to ponder about. Nobody knows how I'm feeling now, not even you my prince charming. Where are you when I needed you most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's like, to get you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Will I really be happier without you now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4179059799921700694?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4179059799921700694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4179059799921700694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4179059799921700694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4179059799921700694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/sick-in-head.html' title='sick in the head.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7822544523599748266</id><published>2009-03-10T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:28:15.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xi xi xi.</title><content type='html'>I am soooooooooo pissed today, and sooooooooooooo irritated over the jetfuckingstar issue still. Okay, just screw you jetstar, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to catch a movie &lt;push&gt; and felt a little better, plus I complained to anyone who was online the whole day and anyone who called me today. The movie was mere crap and nonsense. Only thing that attracted me, I wish I had the supernatural power to control other people's minds. Teeheehee! Wouldn't it be nice? Like, you can make the guy you like, like you too! And, you can make anyone buy you anything that you like! Oh oh, plus there's this supernatural power whereby you can change something into something else in disguise, how cool! Like, maybe you can consider changing an ugly guy into a handsome guy just for that one single date? Cool balls. I'm thinking of my dinner earlier on now, my favourite pepper lunch. And it makes me hungry again! Now, who's gonna buy me a meal? You know, there's just too many memories with pepper lunch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella's doing great! And I'm so happy about it! She's a healthy, jumpy little girl now and I can't wait to bring her home. I feel so at ease, seeing that she's looking so pretty and strong and I was given assurance that she doesn't collapse as and when anymore. Bella bella bella! Oh, and jingle's going for a jab next week, poor girl. But I know my babygirl is the strongest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to dream about someone, somebody, &lt;em&gt;some one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7822544523599748266?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7822544523599748266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7822544523599748266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7822544523599748266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7822544523599748266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/xi-xi-xi.html' title='xi xi xi.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3310468089283447401</id><published>2009-03-10T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:12:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY PISSED WITH JETfuckingSTAR!</title><content type='html'>I'm like in the louisest mood ever, ever now. You see, I've a flight in november last year return trip from bangkok. The flight was cancelled due to riots and they told me refund will be made in two months time. So I waited patiently and two months later, I called to check on the status, they said I'm supposed to wait three months actually, so I was nice and I waited for another month. And I called again, the staff said to wait till end of february to see if it's in. End of feb, I called in and can you believe it! It's already MARCH! They dragged still, saying give them another week, SHOULD be in by then. I called like twice and they kept asking for another week! And last week I called, staff said he will do the fast cheque for me, all I have to do is wait for another 7 days. Thank gawd! Seven days due. Today I called to speak to supervisor. And guess what? She said my refund was put in the wrong queue ALL ALONG! She was being nice and trying to help and she JUST corrected it for me TODAY!! AND I gotta wait ANOTHER THREE months for it! 6 whole bloody months for 382SGD! JETSTAR ARE YOU SO BLOODY BROKE OR WHAT?!! MYGOSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3310468089283447401?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3310468089283447401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3310468089283447401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3310468089283447401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3310468089283447401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/bloody-pissed-with-jetstar.html' title='BLOODY PISSED WITH JETfuckingSTAR!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8758264294915053932</id><published>2009-03-09T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:40:35.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission unaccomplished.</title><content type='html'>A homely monday, with the monday blues of course.&lt;br /&gt;There's a couple of things I wish/need to do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Go fly a kite, with jingle definitely.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go cycling, it's been a while and both me and jingle misses it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch movie my bloody valentine, I've planned it for this week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Learn tennis.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a tann this weekend, pray for sunshine sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;6. Collect my contact lenses, it arrived finally.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go visit bella, i miss that sweetie pie!&lt;br /&gt;8. Bring jingle to trim her nails, feet and ass hair, oops.&lt;br /&gt;9. Send my car to replace the rear lamps electrical sockets.&lt;br /&gt;10. Kill kenny from my heart, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need, I need, I need a goooooooooood holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so damn happy now because I'm losing weight like, everyday. Good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8758264294915053932?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8758264294915053932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8758264294915053932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8758264294915053932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8758264294915053932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-unaccomplished.html' title='mission unaccomplished.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5023499866686702216</id><published>2009-03-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:50:25.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're both so confused.</title><content type='html'>Am I thinking right in the mind now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5023499866686702216?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5023499866686702216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5023499866686702216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5023499866686702216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5023499866686702216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/were-both-so-confused.html' title='we&apos;re both so confused.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8340834987233830899</id><published>2009-03-09T00:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:54:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm not that into you.</title><content type='html'>Caught movie He's just not that into you earlier on, pretty nice show, informative actually. Yeah, it's only just a movie, so things they say in it may not even be half true. But who cares! I absorb what I want to absorb. So the movie says, if the guy isn't that into you, he won't ask you out or even call you. Now, this is totally true in reality. So so so, face it face the true world! Same goes to us girls actually, if we're totally not keen, we won't initiate to call or ask the guy out, or even agree to go out with him. And if the guy isn't that into you, he won't even bother about what you have to say all the time, exactly right because I've a real life example and he simply cannot be bothered to listen most of the time, i realise. It's in on one ear and out on the other ear, what a big ass jerk. No no, not too late to find out because at least I've won half the battle, maybe just more than half. Fighting with a loser, to begin with. And his image, aye I think it all kinda went wrong now. Tsk tsk. I think I'm too evil and not thinking properly tonight, must be the pills. So yeah, pardon the words. Did I mention, I totally find jennifer aniston hot? Like from a girl's point of view, she's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9th march today and no news means good news! I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, absolutely right. I ought to believe in myself more the next time. I actually came to my senses, I'm not exactly that into him. Next time, think think think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believeeeeee is the word, gracie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8340834987233830899?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8340834987233830899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8340834987233830899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8340834987233830899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8340834987233830899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-not-that-into-you.html' title='i think i&apos;m not that into you.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3905595830033661542</id><published>2009-03-08T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:30:05.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bella &amp; me.</title><content type='html'>Oh yessssss I'm finally feeling exhausted! That's exactly the feeling I need to have a good night's sleep! Yawns many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with jojo darling earlier on to have KENNY rogers, yeah why kenny rogers of all restaurants? Ask ms jojo please. Tsk, only we both know the reason. Yeah, okay she was just craving for the macaroni cheese. And....&lt;br /&gt;And I caught marley &amp;amp; me today, it's a pretty touching show. Teaches me to cherish jingle and bella even more than I am doing now, because feelings are not easy to be developed, even if it's with a dog. Your dog will always be there for you, even when everybody else leaves you. Even thought they can talk to you, but they are like the best listening ears ever. They love you the most, more than anyone else does, okay not as much as your parents duh. I love jingle and bella! Thousands and millions times of love for the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yayness, because I've two classes next week like as if I'm really elated about it. And booness, because I've an assignment to do but I just can't access to the website, super 'lokcock' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im'ma hit the sacks, and you yes you, cut me some slack please.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3905595830033661542?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3905595830033661542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3905595830033661542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3905595830033661542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3905595830033661542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/jingle-bella-me.html' title='jingle bella &amp; me.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2954494721796616577</id><published>2009-03-07T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:07:17.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raining raining raining!</title><content type='html'>It's heavy downpour outside, my precious jingle is shivering non-stop. She's always so scared when it's raining thunders! And she thinks she's louder than the thunder because she will always growl and bark back fiercely. How cute! Okay, but the scratches she left on my arms and legs totally not cute at all. Honestly, such a tiny one can be so strong, what about myself? I'm freaking fearful of rain as well, especially those extremely bright lightnings and loud thunder roars, everytime it rains, I wished there's company. And I get exceptionally lonely when it rains, it's just the really mood dampening thing. Awwwww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's company now. I wanna go out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2954494721796616577?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2954494721796616577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2954494721796616577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2954494721796616577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2954494721796616577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/raining-raining-raining.html' title='raining raining raining!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5468469870713951963</id><published>2009-03-05T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:08:17.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish all the loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cherish.&lt;/strong&gt; Such a simple word, yet so many meanings to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherish the family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they will always be there for you when you need them. Even though I have parents who work so much I hardly see them, I know they're always a call away. They give me the best and always try to ensure that I've everything I need. Although there are times when I'm unhappy with them, at the end of the day, I learn to love them as my parents. And I've my brother who's busy with school and hardly home, though he doesn't show it at all, I know he cares for his younger sisters. My sister, who's the closest to me in the family, someone I treat as a little friend. She's always there for me during my hardest times, especially those break-ups. Without her in this family, I'd probably feel extra empty coming home every day. Cherish your family members, because they will always, always be there throughout your entire life. The saying goes, family always come first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherish the friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends are hard to come by, friends come and go in your life. I have my fair share of friends who came and left me, those friends whom I treasure a lot and confide in. Friends are easy to make, but true friends are definitely hard to find. I'm glad I've some true friends by my side, those who really share happiness and sadness with me. Yes, I'm upset that some of my friends whom I really enjoy being with, left me because of some misunderstandings. But still, I cherish the fact that I've once known them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherish the lover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always important to cherish the one you love the most, before he/she is gone. I've lost many chances to cherish my lover, in the end he just left me with regrets. Don't make a mistake, feel bad and do nothing about it. You make a mistake, you ought to make an effort to make it up to the person you love, prove your love to him/her. And by then, even after showing him/her your love, you know you've done your part for that special love. You won't feel upset, because you were once in love, true love with that someone. It's never too late to love someone, but don't be late in telling the person how much you love him or her. You'll never know when that person will be gone for life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you, I love you I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5468469870713951963?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5468469870713951963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5468469870713951963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5468469870713951963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5468469870713951963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/cherish-all-loves.html' title='cherish all the loves.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6388666794000978751</id><published>2009-03-04T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T21:41:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to sleep well!</title><content type='html'>My cramps are killing me, it's day two already!&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on when I woke up, the weather was sunny and the cramps were like gone. I thought it would've stayed that way for the rest of the day but I was wrong. It's as if my tummy can predict the weather today! Towards afternoon, my cramps started to come back as the sky started turning dark. And soon enough, heavy downpour and my painful cramps stayed all the way till now. Grrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood hasn't really changed for the better yet, I think it's time I go out more to recollect my feelings. I don't wanna look sulky all day and feel so depressed every night. I've lesson tomorrow, hopefully it'll make me feel better after. I can't really be bothered to dress up to go school because there's no reason for me to do that! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teeth are hurting a little, I can't really bite on my food. Diet time again! It's great to see that I'm losing weight bit by bit, not too massive this time. I'll just keep that going for a while more. And I wrote a long letter yesterday to that special somebody, I just had to jot down everything I wanna say. I felt kinda better after that but my heart's still sore from the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it heals soon, and I hope you'll be the one to mend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6388666794000978751?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6388666794000978751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6388666794000978751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6388666794000978751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6388666794000978751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-sleep-well.html' title='i want to sleep well!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7306793935001609532</id><published>2009-03-03T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:18:40.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 to 21.</title><content type='html'>1. I think i'm losing too much blood.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm getting the giddy spells today.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can barely move around the house.&lt;br /&gt;4. The cold weather didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;5. I keep getting cramps for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish somebody was there to buy me hot soup/drink/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish he cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;8. I stayed in bed almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss bella.&lt;br /&gt;10. I miss baby k even more.&lt;br /&gt;11. I want to feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to go on a holiday suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;13. I need my dose of retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to watch He's just not that into you.&lt;br /&gt;15. My bloody valentine looks good too.&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;18. Too many things on my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;19. I can't really sleep.&lt;br /&gt;20. Yes, I'm going to sleep SOON okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I want to stop going crazy over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7306793935001609532?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7306793935001609532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7306793935001609532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7306793935001609532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7306793935001609532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-to-21.html' title='1 to 21.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-9115365077628302236</id><published>2009-03-03T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:19:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying out loud.</title><content type='html'>I wanna know, how can I forget you?&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'm unsure of my own feelings now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-9115365077628302236?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9115365077628302236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=9115365077628302236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/9115365077628302236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/9115365077628302236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/crying-out-loud.html' title='crying out loud.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3652719111416604582</id><published>2009-03-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:20:06.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate, hate, hate!</title><content type='html'>hate the weather.&lt;br /&gt;hate the cramps.&lt;br /&gt;hate the bloatedness.&lt;br /&gt;hate the mood.&lt;br /&gt;hate the heartache.&lt;br /&gt;hate the guy,&lt;br /&gt;who made my heart stop beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate you, for making me upset in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3652719111416604582?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3652719111416604582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3652719111416604582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3652719111416604582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3652719111416604582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-hate-hate.html' title='hate, hate, hate!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2354609779360691648</id><published>2009-03-02T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:00:01.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane.</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, I don't know what to do with my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving to a far far away land,&lt;br /&gt;where there's no unhappiness, only joy and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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plane.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7859578364223038515</id><published>2009-03-02T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:50:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bella, the new baby of the family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jingle loves her too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519864856683650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaumsPvjJII/AAAAAAAAAKE/1Rc70ibqjqI/s320/DSC01682-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saun4O4Pr_I/AAAAAAAAALE/ktWL8uurE-s/s1600-h/DSC01712-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308521170294779890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saun4O4Pr_I/AAAAAAAAALE/ktWL8uurE-s/s320/DSC01712-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308521160941392882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saun3sCOU_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/N_212OiSTJA/s320/DSC01709-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308521159754013090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saun3nnIWaI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CRCDr8gKD2Y/s320/DSC01705-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308521150996254242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saun3G_HjiI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7VSfoewNz3o/s320/DSC01691-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519880360592642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaumtJf-BQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/VrinKObVc6Y/s320/DSC01703-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519874791652978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/Saums0wOvnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bwAu-F2LzUo/s320/DSC01699-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519866004981890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaumsUBUyII/AAAAAAAAAKU/oOyyaGXtYnA/s320/DSC01696-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow strong fast fast faster baby girl, I can't wait for your homecoming AGAIN. Hurts mommy's heart to see you like thisssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was being the nanny-cum-mommy of my baby bella since yesterday night. I'm supposed to feed her like a baby four times a day, literally spoon feed her and make sure she swallows and eats! So pampered like a princess, and she's a big-time attention seeker, whole night whining for me to carry her to my bed. Woke up really early this morning to feed her but towards noon I saw that she wasn't feeling too well so I decided to send her back to her real mommy. And the minute she sees her mommy, she's jumpy all over again. Gosh, to think i've worried the whole time she was by my side, naughty bella! But yeah, in the end I still decided to leave her under her mommy's care for a few more days. Because when I arrived at the farmway, there's another owner who sent her pup there, in time to save the little one. She was crying really badly because her pup didn't seem to be okay at all. It just collapsed. Luckily, the person managed to save it and the pup survived but it was still unconscious the whole afternoon. Scaryyyyyyy! If this was to happen to my baby (choy! touch many woods - table, chair, bed, shelves, everything made of wood!), I'm sure I'll go mad! I believe jingle precious will too, because she really dotes on her little sister, i'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby boy &lt;strong&gt;k&lt;/strong&gt;, I miss you, when IS your homecoming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7859578364223038515?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7859578364223038515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7859578364223038515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7859578364223038515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7859578364223038515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/homecoming-princess.html' title='homecoming princess.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaumsPvjJII/AAAAAAAAAKE/1Rc70ibqjqI/s72-c/DSC01682-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7845965181539789895</id><published>2009-02-28T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:05:11.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh bella bella bella!</title><content type='html'>Headed out earlier on to visit bella, if everything goes well, I will be bringing her home tomorrow. I pray for the best! And to meet jojo at compasspoint, I haven't seen her for pretty long, got so much to catch up on but so little time. Dinner at joan's place, her mom was really nice to cook me nice noodles and black chicken soup. I think I should make her my godmommy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was as bad today, heavy rain late night, luckily I got home in time to avoid the short heavy downpour. Rain for such a short while only, so meaningless and dampens one's mood. Thank god it's not party night, if not I'll be cursing and swearing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm heading to bali with the family in may/june, also to celebrate mommy's birthday so daddy decided to bring us for a vacation. Bali, bali, sounds a little boring but check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307876598047444786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaldpMI6DzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OpxHjkF5Oqc/s320/2302727663_b8b1a27b38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too bad right! But best would be to go with the right company, yeah i hope. And next up, planning to hit hongkong with joan and her mommy, maybe just one more person to tag along would be great! I can't wait to go hongkong with herrrrrr! Shop and eat, shop and eat, no stress just relaxing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My front tooth is hurting! I can't bite today, and yayyyyy it's shifting I can see it! Yawns, I wish I can sleep well tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you, 16 days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7845965181539789895?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7845965181539789895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7845965181539789895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7845965181539789895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7845965181539789895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-bella-bella-bella.html' title='oh bella bella bella!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaldpMI6DzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OpxHjkF5Oqc/s72-c/2302727663_b8b1a27b38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7787843630314393056</id><published>2009-02-28T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:02:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one hurtful step at a time.</title><content type='html'>I thought we could go on for a longer journey, thought we can overcome this obstacle together. Sorry, blame it on me. I should've been stronger, should've held on a little longer. But I no longer have the courage to walk on alone, these steps that I'm taking just kept hurting me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so gloomy lately, making my mood gloomy as well. Not to forget that, I really can't get over what has happened yesterday. I thought for the past sixteen years I've done my part as an elder, I thought I've given you enough space and respect. But you've totally disrespected me all these while, and i'm washing my hands off this time. Don't expect me to be the nice one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope tomorrow will be a better day for me. Same goes to tomorrow's tomorrow, and tomorrow's tomorrow's tomorrow, and all the many more tomorrows to come. I hate to be in this plight now, not knowing which step to take because every single step means i've to bear consequences. People keep saying take one step at a time? I don't even have a choice to choose my step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle's snoring now, and I miss your snorings too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7787843630314393056?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7787843630314393056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7787843630314393056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7787843630314393056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7787843630314393056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-hurtful-step-at-time.html' title='one hurtful step at a time.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7054554617361520766</id><published>2009-02-27T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:14:10.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless nights.</title><content type='html'>Ever tried throwing something small, say a ring, earring or necklace, into a big patch of green grass and you managed to find it after that? Like it felt like a miracle kind of thing, ever had that before? I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just the thought of finding that little something, in my heart I told God that if I ever find it, it only goes to show it's fated to be with that somebody, that it's only meant to be. How real was it? I didn't even want to think of it. It's the fact that I found that little something in that patch of dirty, colourless (ok, so because there's only green and no other colours) grassland. It could've been impoosible to find it, but luckily that little something had some crystals on it and it just bling-ed to me! Gosh, what exactly am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though life is playing a big joke on me, seriously. Testing my patience? Yes. Testing my perserverance? Yes. Testing my love? More like it. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just not that into you. I have to watch it because I heard the tips are pretty helpful, maybe after watching it, I'll see everything much much clearer and I won't have to suffer from depression anymore. Hate those sleepless nights, hate those toss and turning trying to get to sleep nights. Hate hate hate everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate you the most tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7054554617361520766?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7054554617361520766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7054554617361520766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7054554617361520766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7054554617361520766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepless-nights.html' title='sleepless nights.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8216289768002066169</id><published>2009-02-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:33:00.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's just not that into you.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna go catch He's not that into you!&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually not with the person I wish to watch it with though.&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, I'm just so tempted to watch it, i must i must i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lesson today, pretty slack and not educative at all!&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer was going through the criterias and some unimportant stuff and by the time he wanted to start on the actual topic, time's up. Gosh. And it didn't help that i knew NOBODY in the lecture room. Monday being their first lesson, and mine's only started today, how to make friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, met up with joan after sucha long long time we finally had time to go out together. Went to do a little shopping before we headed to Geylang for our favourite duck rice! Hate the weather, making everywhere so wet and humid. And not forgetting, dirtying my car too. Today I met the lousiest and most fucked up driver ever ever ever! Switching lane as and when he likes and I had to jam my brakes and honk at him nonstop. He did switched back to his own lane, but no apologies at all, NONE. And that bloody fella still dare to use his 'tiko-pek' look to stare at me! What a loser, curse all hyundai avante in grey. CURSE, CURSE, CURSE! Sorry, but all greyyyyyyyy avante will have to suffer my hatred from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee at airport with my beloved. Been such a long time since I felt this relax, nothing bothering me, jsut frinking my hot chocolate in a peaceful mind. Next, joan's home to meet my second family! Joan's mom made this steamed milk with egg, she says it's good for the complexion and it tasted pretty nice, like warm milk. I'm gonna try making it myself, like soon? Home sweet home at night with jingle darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, if you feel like letting go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8216289768002066169?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8216289768002066169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8216289768002066169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8216289768002066169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8216289768002066169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='he&apos;s just not that into you.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3736263129618783527</id><published>2009-02-25T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:56:16.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty raindow after rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaVEjR05BTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nPPXkDjWEbY/s1600-h/DSC01677-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306723108797351218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaVEjR05BTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nPPXkDjWEbY/s320/DSC01677-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there's always bound to be sunshine after rain, plus beautiful &amp; colourful raindow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe the feeling I get everytime I see a rainbow, I just feel so much better and I'll grin to myself silly like a small little girl. Don't take my rainbow away ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring really heavily earlier on, I had to go fetch my parents from the airport, and it was tedious to be on the road because you can barely see anything, only the raindrops keep falling on the car windscreen and if you try harder, you can see the road markings. I think they should use brighter colours, like red/hot pink/orange for the road markings, white is just too white to be seen. And then I dropped by the petrol station, guess what? Whole petrol station system jam! So much for a heavy downpour with cooling weather to sleep in. Even the traffic lights in my area were not working, playground lights were shut off so it was pitch black outside my crib. Yeah, whatever. The beautiful rainbow makes the heavy rain all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie! I'm so tempted to go watch a movie, been feeling this way for almost a week. Red cliff 2, I've been bugging almost anyone to watch it with me because there's little screenings left, one a day per cinema only. I think in the end, I must buy the dvd to watch at home sweet home. And there's He's just not that into you, heard high ravs about this movie so yeah, I'm gonna catch it for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3736263129618783527?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3736263129618783527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3736263129618783527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3736263129618783527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3736263129618783527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-raindow-after-rain.html' title='pretty raindow after rain!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SaVEjR05BTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nPPXkDjWEbY/s72-c/DSC01677-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7394022221717543208</id><published>2009-02-24T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:15:55.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random amongst the randoms.</title><content type='html'>10 things in my messy mind now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a dream, a dream that seems too unreal to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I wanna be with you, but it isn't up to me to decide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I need someone to hug me now, the weather's so cold, brrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I miss my gemmie/bella/whatever I haven't decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First lesson this thursday and I don't even have the mood to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish everything that has happened was a bad, bad nightmare. Just bite me and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to go shopping in bangkok, the cravings are coming back but the protests won't end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. There are some old times that I'm missing right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I really need to sleep well at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think i'm going crazy over you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is superbly cold, and it just won't stop raining! I wish I was sick and can stay home to sleep and sleep and just sleep! Because I'm feeling so lonely at home in this cold weather. I need more hugs and that someone to cuddle with me! Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7394022221717543208?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7394022221717543208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7394022221717543208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7394022221717543208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7394022221717543208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-amongst-randoms.html' title='random amongst the randoms.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5520364788179159864</id><published>2009-02-23T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:32:38.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(empty)</title><content type='html'>What can I do to make you love me?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, I'm so unhappy I feel I can just breakdown and cry anytime. I seriously hate all these emotional torture one has to face, why can't I be happy for long? Look on the brighter side of life, gracie. Yeah, I guess it takes a while for the pain to go away. Don't rush, hush hush, chill. I remember this as what my long-time friend always say to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met joan tonight, she came over to my place and I can't explain how happy I was to see her after so long! She's been too busy and I haven't got a chance to really talk to her. Though it was a short conversation, I managed to pour out my recent woes to her. And yeah, I felt slightly better after that. I wish we could meet up real soon to talk my heart out! On the other hand, I have jojo to talk to as well! Love her company though we only get to talk online nowadays, we haven't met for a long time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask my precious jingle, why can't I be like you? I wanna be a dog, I wanna have such a good life like you with no worries, everyday only eat and sleep and eat and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingle, let's swap our lives can! *jingle snoring*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5520364788179159864?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5520364788179159864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5520364788179159864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5520364788179159864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5520364788179159864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html' title='(empty)'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-81221158871119543</id><published>2009-02-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:31:21.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saying i miss you.</title><content type='html'>Saying I love you, is just the words I want to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you unconditionally, not asking for anything in return anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with my sister in the day till evening, and today I really wasn't in the mood to shop. I have no idea what's wrong with me, everything doesn't seem to go right for me today, and I'm super drained out emotionally. Never thought I'll be this affected, though it was simple love, everything seemed to stay on in my mind. If I could be given one wish now, it'd be ***** (praying). It's really cold tonight, and the weather makes one especially lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pull myself up, I really wanna be happier. Can you make me happy again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-81221158871119543?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/81221158871119543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=81221158871119543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/81221158871119543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/81221158871119543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/saying-i-miss-you.html' title='saying i miss you.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6944818106636703920</id><published>2009-02-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:33:58.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can i sleep tonight?</title><content type='html'>Miss you? miss you not? miss you. miss you not? miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Absence makes the heart grows fonder, yeah very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep again yesterday night and I was up early this morning to send my parents off at the airport, and came home to an empty house again. Every time they go outta town, the house becomes empty, but every time they are around, it's sooooo noisy (ok maybe just my mommy). No matter how many people I may have around me now, I just feel so empty inside. What's wrong gracie? I feel so silly, and maybe foolish too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone ought to prepare themselves for the worse scenario and I'm right now, preparing myself for mine. I totally suck at heartbreaks because I can't seem to make myself feel any better, I only end up doing more things to make myself feel bad. I'm prepared, i'm prepared, i'm prepared, i'm just preparing still. And I know my prayers may not be answered, once again. It happens all the time, I think God wants to train me to become a stronger girl to survive through the adulthood I'm gonna be facing in like seven months? I'm turning twenty-one, I was all excited before but now, I totally dread that birthday coming. I think I wanna spend it with someone I love. And I think that someone might be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, why can't I sleep at night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6944818106636703920?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6944818106636703920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6944818106636703920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6944818106636703920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6944818106636703920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/can-i-sleep-tonight.html' title='can i sleep tonight?'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-9018133249300832595</id><published>2009-02-20T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:39:35.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes or no?</title><content type='html'>To go or not to go, to go or not to go, to go or not to go.&lt;br /&gt;To do or not to do, to do or not to do, to do or not to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to go shopping before school starts, I need new clothes, new clothes, new clothes!&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll do it this weekend, though i'm a little hard up on cash recently.&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss, retail therapy is what I need to make me a teeny weeny bit happier now.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little happier only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extra lonely ever since the change in status, like for a week only.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was all just the company, but then again I was proven wrong. It's more of the company and the person who accompanies you. You can't just let anyone accompany you and expect yourself to feel the happiness. I hate myself, everything seems like a nightmare that I can't bring myself to accept. Or maybe, I just don't want to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffocating, and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Eight days since you're gone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-9018133249300832595?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9018133249300832595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=9018133249300832595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/9018133249300832595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/9018133249300832595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/yes-or-no.html' title='yes or no?'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7068039710199566626</id><published>2009-02-19T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:44:36.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loneliness, tonight.</title><content type='html'>Feeling so lonely all of a sudden,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because nobody's talking to me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to visit my precious and she was looking slightly better. Taken her second jab and most probably able to bring her home in another one or two weeks. I should be feeling joy to receive such news, but part of me just refuses to look on the brighter side of life, just tonight. I don't know if I've made the right choice, don't know if it's really what I want to do. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, and I've been trying too hard to make things work out better. At the end of the day, everything just snaps, like a dream that never came true after all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7068039710199566626?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7068039710199566626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7068039710199566626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7068039710199566626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7068039710199566626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/loneliness-tonight.html' title='loneliness, tonight.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3345139587886597070</id><published>2009-02-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T23:18:20.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if a picture paints a thousand words,</title><content type='html'>Why bring yourself all the way down to such low level and fight for something you know that you won't ever achieve. Sometimes, perserverance may not necessarily be a good thing. When it's time to let go, you have to force yourself a little, after all it makes a better tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My better tomorrow, would be it's one more day nearer to bella's homecoming! Ok, tentatively i'm using bella because I can't decide her name yet. Bella, bella, bella. Gemmie, gemmie, gemmie. I'm open to any suggestions, so come tell me more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna paint my eyes to show you how hurt I am,&lt;br /&gt;the amount of tears i've shed,&lt;br /&gt;the pain in me the day you're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3345139587886597070?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3345139587886597070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3345139587886597070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3345139587886597070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3345139587886597070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='if a picture paints a thousand words,'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8068664084853428890</id><published>2009-02-18T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:11:43.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't love you, no.</title><content type='html'>I don't love you, like I've loved you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, I've tried my best but you refused to play your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tomorrows to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8068664084853428890?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8068664084853428890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8068664084853428890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8068664084853428890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8068664084853428890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-love-you-no.html' title='I don&apos;t love you, no.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8312031571405764642</id><published>2009-02-18T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:08:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love woes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I feel that life is full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;And on certain times, I feel life can still be wonderful, setting aside all the setbacks you've to face. But then again, I think it's all just all about looking perfect on the surface. In actual fact, nobody can be happy forever. Especially when it comes to relationship, there's just too many problems surfacing to make one so damn tired of the relationship. I thought love is supposed to make you happy? Maybe it's all the doings of a fairytale again, I was brought up as a child into believing that fairytales do exist, and I will find my prince charming. Like real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why stay in a relationship and let others step all over you time after time when you know things ain't gonna work out anymore, you should jolly well just move on and get back some pride and dignity. Easier said than done right? Yeah right, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happier this way, having my own fair share of friends, the ultimate company of my loving dog - jingle and not to forget, a handful of suitors who will always be there for me. So, the question is, is a boyfriend a must in life? I've taken exactly eight years of my life (okay, on account that I've started dating since twelve years old), till date to find out the answer. And it is proven to be, I still can't survive without a boyfriend! Damnit, why right? Because I hate to be lonely, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest worry now, is my beloved new love who seems to be really down in health. I'm still awaiting for her homecoming - delayed and delayed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8312031571405764642?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8312031571405764642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8312031571405764642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8312031571405764642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8312031571405764642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-woes.html' title='love woes.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2764580396887209298</id><published>2009-02-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:51:29.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, precious.</title><content type='html'>I just visited bella,&lt;br /&gt;she looks pretty sick!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really worried now,&lt;br /&gt;her eyes were so red and she looked so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying and praying for the better,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bring her home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God bless her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2764580396887209298?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2764580396887209298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2764580396887209298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2764580396887209298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2764580396887209298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-well-soon-precious.html' title='Get well soon, precious.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-822987015509795369</id><published>2009-02-01T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:28:23.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty jingle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never forget about jingle darling okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still love, love, love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297757092236795922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVqAbUUoBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZefB2HjzspM/s320/DSC01597-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297757085736224482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVqADGdxuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/33CQVJVK2Mg/s320/DSC01594-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297757085009776850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVqAAZRENI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TjeaxRjx6X0/s320/DSC01546-1fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297757082476125058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVp_29Mm4I/AAAAAAAAAIU/nzI4dsqvin8/s320/DSC01472-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She's uber cute,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I heart her many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-822987015509795369?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/822987015509795369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=822987015509795369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/822987015509795369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/822987015509795369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-jingle.html' title='Pretty jingle!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVqAbUUoBI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZefB2HjzspM/s72-c/DSC01597-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2702878200951066209</id><published>2009-02-01T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:26:42.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemmie, new love.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating for the longggggeeessst time! And finally, I've got something I really wanna write about. Check this hot little babe out, my new doggy love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna name her Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Bella, one day before her 1st month. Really tiny girl, only a palm size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297750537525682450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkC5HaYRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RRpx1a9wP74/s320/DSC01390-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297750539090809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkC-8kUsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mX5_bUhj2Pw/s320/DSC01386-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's baby Bella when she's one and half months. Like how her face changes to become a pretty chihuahua! Chocolate brown, I've been searching almost everywhere for this shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297750542331262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkDLBJtOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AKmlTy4FPcY/s320/DSC01599-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297750548465387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkDh3pBsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cTp-v1645yo/s320/DSC01606-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297750545169064594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkDVlvIpI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ejITzyz6ngY/s320/DSC01605-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297751626078453570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVlCQSnf0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/7CWqCEOpwAs/s320/DSC01609-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Awaiting her homecoming on the 11th! &lt;div&gt;And I'm putting on my braces on the 5th, finally. I don't know if I should be happy/excited about it. It's gonna give me results definitely - good teeth so I can smile like this =D but also, pain pain and more pain! But I'm sure eating as much as I can now, anything as hard as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Bella, already.&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/4152741820412944329-2702878200951066209?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2702878200951066209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2702878200951066209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2702878200951066209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2702878200951066209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/gemmie-new-love.html' title='Gemmie, new love.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SYVkC5HaYRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RRpx1a9wP74/s72-c/DSC01390-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8120445622656855799</id><published>2008-12-09T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:44:11.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a december holiday.</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I know, it's been near a month since my last entry. It always happens, the same old cycle. I get excited over all these online diaries and I hurry go create a new blog for myself. Initially, I'll write like every day, and it soon becomes a daily routine for me but it's always for just a while. I get lazy soon, and update my online diary like once or twice a week? Or maybe I ran out of thoughts, or could it be maybe my life's not interesting enough to write everyday? Whatever it is, I always try to make this online diary survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my holidays this december. I think I did enjoy my holidays, not? I hitted bangkok again, for 5D4N trip. It started off well and nice, but ended off like crap I swear. All thanks to the major strike at the bangkok airport. Yes, I was one of those stranded tourists you saw reported on news but I wasn't at the airport, luckily enough. It was still as bad because my daddy wanted me back home. My return flight was on thursday night and the riot had to start on tuesday night! So the airport closed and soon followed all the major commotions everywhere on news, on phones. I swear I've never felt this panic before. My dearest brotherly figure, Mr Eric, was trying all menas to find a way to get me out of bangkok! I could have stayed there longer to wait but luckily I didn't, because one, I had to be back home in time for my next trip, 4D3N cruise with the family on Sunday morning. Two, bangkok airport only re-opened after one whole week, imagine being stucked in bangkok for one more week .... Of shopping! Eh, why not right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flights, all fully booked. Train too. So I hitched a bus ride back home, and it was such a 'wonderful' experience. Enough to make me swear off long bus rides. 10 hours from bangkok to hatyai, 4 hours rest in between and then 14 hours from hatyai to singapore. A total of 24 hours busride instead of the 2hours flight. Now, I'll never complain about taking 2hours flight in a budget airline! It didn't help that both the buses were like crap. I expected the bus to be better from hatyai back to singapore but we were 'lucky' enough to have gotten the last two available seats. The person over at the counter claimed that we were lucky, last two seats got more leg space but it was all nonsense. The last two seats were major torture; seats can't be put all the way back because there's this small space behind us for the drivers to sleep in and we were nicely placed right beside the super-oh-so-very-f*ing-smelly toilet. No big business, but small business was bad enough! Damn! Yeah, so long i'm back in singapore safely right? Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of returning home on thursday night, I got back on saturday morning. Rested for a night and next morning off to the cruise. Cruise wasn't enjoyable at all, as expected because I've never liked going on a cruise. Stopover at penang and phuket, and did I mention the food on board sucks? Yeah, it was Superstar Virgo and the food still sucks. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only good thing, nice view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4gu40M2RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ytx1boDab_U/s1600-h/DSC01304-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277691803222202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4gu40M2RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ytx1boDab_U/s320/DSC01304-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guhQ0ecI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SnK4c2ACaXY/s1600-h/DSC01209-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277691796899789250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guhQ0ecI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SnK4c2ACaXY/s320/DSC01209-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guTaELtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wuv1BfoL7sA/s1600-h/DSC01298-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277691793180470994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guTaELtI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wuv1BfoL7sA/s320/DSC01298-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guHKuN7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ed7d3Dv7368/s1600-h/DSC01292-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277691789894891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4guHKuN7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ed7d3Dv7368/s320/DSC01292-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4gt0hf7uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jdpUBmv01eQ/s1600-h/DSC01228-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277691784890150626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4gt0hf7uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jdpUBmv01eQ/s320/DSC01228-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all, I was away from home and my precious jingle for 9D8N. What a long long holiday this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8120445622656855799?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8120445622656855799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8120445622656855799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8120445622656855799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8120445622656855799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-holiday.html' title='a december holiday.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/ST4gu40M2RI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ytx1boDab_U/s72-c/DSC01304-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5383085409618004511</id><published>2008-11-11T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:29:05.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of modern technology.</title><content type='html'>Will laptops ever come in touchscreen form? Because I'm getting so lazy to type nowadays. Maybe a touchscreen lappy might come in handy for a lazy person like me. There're like so many different touchscreen phones around now, every single mobile brand is coming up with their very own touchscreen models. And I think soon, keypads will be eliminated! That would mean more accidents on the road, oops! because you really can't drive and type using the wonders of 'feeling' anymore (Ok, I know we're not supposed to be using the phone while driving but tell me, how many people actualy obey this law?) It takes some skills to be able to type on touchscreen whilst driving, teehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also touch screen cameras around which I really loved this new invention, especially my sexy red Sony T300. It just works wonders having a touchscreen camera, not only because of the design and look, but also the convenience for ladies (I know most men hate touchscreens because they're fingers are too big and the screens are always made to be too sensitive!) Come on, I think this touchscreen is like the greatest invention ever for us ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a princess at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5383085409618004511?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5383085409618004511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5383085409618004511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5383085409618004511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5383085409618004511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonders-of-modern-technology.html' title='Wonders of modern technology.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7091826919429558883</id><published>2008-11-10T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:03:37.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures i love!</title><content type='html'>Some photos I personally loved for this Femme Style launch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888584848056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe_Q0NtntI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7xhNt6FLcCg/s320/DSC01013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888585363566738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe_Q2InsJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/M3WpMULp5Ec/s320/DSC01012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888575873936770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe_QSyHbYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CAnbwcnOlIc/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888576404598962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe_QUwosLI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7JC_SdbCwsQ/s320/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7091826919429558883?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7091826919429558883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7091826919429558883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7091826919429558883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7091826919429558883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-i-love.html' title='pictures i love!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe_Q0NtntI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7xhNt6FLcCg/s72-c/DSC01013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8193323667961681997</id><published>2008-11-09T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:53:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femme Style Launch at Gracielyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe98Av5NYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7JjGQtIAQ5w/s1600-h/emailadvert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887127923766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe98Av5NYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7JjGQtIAQ5w/s320/emailadvert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://gracielyn.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://gracielyn.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-8193323667961681997?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8193323667961681997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8193323667961681997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8193323667961681997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8193323667961681997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/femme-style-launch-at-gracielyn.html' title='Femme Style Launch at Gracielyn!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SRe98Av5NYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7JjGQtIAQ5w/s72-c/emailadvert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-239748205389987014</id><published>2008-11-03T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:49:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy red and sassy black!</title><content type='html'>In case you're wondering (if anyone even reads this online diary) why I haven't been updating for the longest time, my wireless network at home was cocked up for the past one week. And when I'm at work, I'm too lazy to even think of what to write in my entry because half the time, I'm either dozing off or on msn chit-chatting away.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I skipped halloween party this year. But attended this mini birthday party of kenny's friend, Su, the next day at Grand Copthane Hotel, just right beside Zouk. It was a theme party, red and black. Though I only know like two or three people there, I managed to not feel left out and my boyfriend did a good job to not make me feel left out as well. But in the end, he was the one who felt left out at HIS friend's party, not even my friend excuse me. &lt;strong&gt;I think girls are so much better and easier at making friends!&lt;/strong&gt; The goodbye hug his friend gave me shows everything to prove the above statement. We left earlier and skipped zouk party because kenny had soccer training early next morning. And I was having the lousiest day of my life; the worst ever migrane after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264301865876822834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6Op9IDmzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UJp8OKuWLHc/s320/DSC01121-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264302595577190514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6PUbeLmHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YmMj1-mnlyI/s320/DSC01129-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264302598948763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6PUoCBtfI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kuNwT9fSaXY/s320/DSC01132-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264302604455548082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6PU8i8lLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BDoHQZmlE_I/s320/DSC01123-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264302614287698786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6PVhLHS2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/IxJOzoIqFDA/s320/DSC01131-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264303538486766178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6QLUFV6mI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DmJ_lG3oFwI/s320/DSC01133-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;All happiness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/4152741820412944329-239748205389987014?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/239748205389987014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=239748205389987014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/239748205389987014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/239748205389987014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/sexy-red-and-sassy-black.html' title='sexy red and sassy black!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SQ6Op9IDmzI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UJp8OKuWLHc/s72-c/DSC01121-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3610433919281795909</id><published>2008-10-24T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:56:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye big gracie!</title><content type='html'>Wwoohooo! Finally, the swelling is subsiding. It feels like I'm a big balloon for the past few days and now, air is slowly being released and I'm becoming back to normal. I hate these major changes in my body and I've decided I don't want to put on weight anymore or ever again. I remember one month ago I made a vow to put on weight in order to look better (at least not so skinny) but now that I've managed to gain some mass, I regret! It's more of the psychological self thinking. I mean, nobody commented that I look ugly with more fats, it's more of my own thinking that I looked ugly when I'm slightly chubbier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say goodbye to fats fats fats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3610433919281795909?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3610433919281795909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3610433919281795909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3610433919281795909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3610433919281795909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-big-gracie.html' title='goodbye big gracie!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4000621672010655835</id><published>2008-10-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:56:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellllpppp!</title><content type='html'>I feel so bloated and swollen all over.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna burst myself and screammmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4000621672010655835?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4000621672010655835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4000621672010655835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4000621672010655835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4000621672010655835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellllpppp.html' title='hellllpppp!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5220649553454035348</id><published>2008-10-16T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:42:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye wisdom tooth number 2!</title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful night with that special someone and finally, cravings for macdonald's breakfast was satisfied early this morning. Had my wisdom tooth operation in the day and I swear it hurts to the max. I just wanted someone to knock me out to stop feeling the pain. Thank God for kenny baby's company, he was there for me throughout the whole process; preparation for surgery, during surgery and even after surgery. Sure do hope braces won't hurt as bad as wisdom tooth extraction. But you know, love always make one feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got cheated off by a spree recently, but I don't feel much because thankfully it was only a dress that costs 25 bucks? I don't intend to go make a police report or whatsoever but if I ever get hold of the spreer's mailing address, I still won't hestitate to make a trip down. Crapness, so much for the trust built online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another little getaway soon, I'm sick of singapore all over again because I don't shop in this island anymore, things are just way too over-priced. Moolahs so much, but definitely not worth to spend on stuff sold in singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Hate the wisdom ache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5220649553454035348?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5220649553454035348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5220649553454035348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5220649553454035348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5220649553454035348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodbye-wisdom-tooth.html' title='goodbye wisdom tooth number 2!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5105715362592624486</id><published>2008-10-15T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:08:58.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank God for the prayers.</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering what else can I ask for in life now.&lt;br /&gt;I have parents whom are good enough to me, giving me most of my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends like big brothers who listen to all my life stories, though sometimes it's all repeated.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bimbo dog who is exactly the same as myself, she doesn't talk but she stands by me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful and great boyfriend who pampers and dotes on me so much I can cry for him because I'm always feeling touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, prayers to God are heard but you've just got to be patient and not expect the same thing you've prayed for to happen. God must've had reasons to change my life story for me. I know I'm still being looked after and I'm really happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just wonderful all over again.&lt;br /&gt;But thursday still sucks, wisdom tooth operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257196217599433810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPVQGyiKnFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l-54RRDDYVk/s320/PhotoFunia_ac7c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257196792283981826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPVQoPZo6AI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nSOr77YgWA8/s320/PhotoFunia_59ecc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5105715362592624486?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5105715362592624486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5105715362592624486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5105715362592624486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5105715362592624486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god-for-prayers.html' title='thank God for the prayers.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPVQGyiKnFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l-54RRDDYVk/s72-c/PhotoFunia_ac7c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2727937836089836709</id><published>2008-10-13T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:38:35.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven little puppies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLsQ9UwiTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1Juvk55K_qY/s1600-h/Photo0002A-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256523491178481970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLsQ9UwiTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1Juvk55K_qY/s320/Photo0002A-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Work resumeed today because parents are back in town! But it was as usual, super slack and I love the weather now because it just rained real heavy, just nice for me to take a nap! Showered the seven puppies today, that was the only job assigned to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLsQ1FYb-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/j58tGbyGJT8/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256523488966504418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLsQ1FYb-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/j58tGbyGJT8/s320/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meeting kenny the busy man tonight, hope he doesn't cancel plans again!&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll smack his little ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2727937836089836709?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2727937836089836709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2727937836089836709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2727937836089836709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2727937836089836709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/seven-little-puppies.html' title='seven little puppies.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLsQ9UwiTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/1Juvk55K_qY/s72-c/Photo0002A-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7374501390336547742</id><published>2008-10-12T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:41:07.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sale Magnifique</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLtNrGm7MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tnMPr06KhW8/s1600-h/saleimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256524534259313858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLtNrGm7MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tnMPr06KhW8/s320/saleimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grab your favourite piece today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracielyn.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://gracielyn.livejournal.com&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/4152741820412944329-7374501390336547742?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7374501390336547742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7374501390336547742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7374501390336547742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7374501390336547742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/sale-magnifique.html' title='Sale Magnifique'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SPLtNrGm7MI/AAAAAAAAAE8/tnMPr06KhW8/s72-c/saleimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6397013688301990211</id><published>2008-10-11T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:48:20.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, please don't come.</title><content type='html'>I'm stucked at home on my weekend, I don't know where to go or what to do. Kenny's taken today; out for training in the early morning and visiting at his coach's place till evening. And i'm really a bad girl, I haven't been going to work while my parents were away but work will definitely resume next week, I promise! I dread for next week to come, next thurday in fact because I'm gonna have a surgery to remove my left wisdom tooth. The operation on the right one wasn't too nice, that's why I developed a phobia for my left. :( I'm shivering with fear everytime I think of the operation and especially, the after effect that will cause me to stay in-house for a couple of days and to lose lotsa weight. Oh, plus a swollen face definitely. I've to overcome this minor operation because the bigger one is come; braces. Yes, I've decided to get them but I've yet to speak to my parents about it because they are gonna pay for the cost. And next, it would be lasik for my eyes, I'm sick and tired of contact lenses and spectacles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thursday thursday , please don't come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6397013688301990211?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6397013688301990211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6397013688301990211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6397013688301990211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6397013688301990211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/thursday-please-dont-come.html' title='Thursday, please don&apos;t come.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-1095241513268636009</id><published>2008-10-09T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:59:59.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenny, the busy man.</title><content type='html'>I met this really busy cute guy recently, who is always too busy to meet me, too busy to message or call me sometimes. His name is kenny, and I think he is a busy man earning big money! Boo. And finally, like after 2477649920 days, I met kenny for lunch yesterday. Yes, kenny the busy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to zouk yesterday night, I'm missing out the fun I used to find in partying till late night. I was supposed to hang out with jon and company, he signed me in through vip but in the end, I hanged out with kenny and his mates instead. I think his mates were hell lotsa fun! Yes, kenny the busy man was there too. Too busy but can still find time to party uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drained when I got back home sweet home but I still couldn't get to sleep, thank god for the company throughout the night, in the end I only managed to catch three or four hours of sleep. But it was definitely worthwhile for the busy man who is always busy and hardly have spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny the busy man is so busy, but he still finds time for gracie and he makes her very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With many loves, many misses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-1095241513268636009?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1095241513268636009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=1095241513268636009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1095241513268636009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/1095241513268636009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/kenny-busy-man.html' title='kenny, the busy man.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2523191294075041123</id><published>2008-10-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:52:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quiz of total boredom.</title><content type='html'>#01. The person that tagged or pass you is?- My sister's friend, Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;#02. Your relationship with him or her?- Read above.&lt;br /&gt;#03. Your five impression of her?- Unfriendly, naughty, noisy, bullies jingle but cute.&lt;br /&gt;#04.The most memorable thing he or she had done for you?- Buy me bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;#05.The most memorable thing he or she had said for you ?- I'm very fierce.&lt;br /&gt;#06. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?- Now I regret doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;#07.If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on?- To act cuter.&lt;br /&gt;#08.If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?- Slap her face.&lt;br /&gt;#09.If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?- For fun.&lt;br /&gt;#10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her.- Pinch her face.&lt;br /&gt;#11.Your overall impression of him/her?- Worst.&lt;br /&gt;#12. How you think of other people around you feel about you?- They think i'm hot. (oops)&lt;br /&gt;#13.The character you love yourself is?- Too hot.&lt;br /&gt;#14.On the contrary, the way you hate yourself is?- Too hot.&lt;br /&gt;#15.The most ideal person you want to be is?- Someone burning hot.&lt;br /&gt;#16.For people who love or care for you, say something to them.- Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;#17. Pass this quiz to 10 people you can think of, how they feel about you.- 1. Secret 2. Jeremy 3. Ken 4. Joan 5. Sandy 6. Eric 7. JY 8. Germaine 9. Sharon 10. Jingle&lt;br /&gt;#18. Who is 6 having relationship with?- I don't think there's one.&lt;br /&gt;#19.Is no.9 a male or a female?- Mixed.&lt;br /&gt;#20.If 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?- Oh yes, why not? Jingle's a true babe!&lt;br /&gt;#21.Whats is no2. studying about?- Working.&lt;br /&gt;#22.When was the last time you have a chat with no1.?- At 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;#23.What kind of music band does no.8 likes?- Techno.&lt;br /&gt;#24.Does no1. have any siblings?- One brother.&lt;br /&gt;#25.Will you woo no.3?- No, but i like him.&lt;br /&gt;#26.How about no4.?- Already woo-ed.&lt;br /&gt;#27.Is no7. single?- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;#28.Whats the surname of no5.?- Seow.&lt;br /&gt;#29.Whats the hobby of no10.?- Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;#30.Where is no.2 studying at?- I just said he's working right?&lt;br /&gt;#31.Talk about something casually about no1.- Crazily sweet.&lt;br /&gt;#32.Where does no6. live?- AMK.&lt;br /&gt;#33. What colour does no.4 like?- White.&lt;br /&gt;#34. Are no5. and no1. best friends?- Nope, but both best friends of mine.&lt;br /&gt;#35.Does no1. have any pets?- No.&lt;br /&gt;#36.Is no7. the sexiest person in the world?- Nowhere near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sharon here you go. Thanks uh, stupid quiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-2523191294075041123?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2523191294075041123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2523191294075041123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2523191294075041123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2523191294075041123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiz-of-total-boredom.html' title='a quiz of total boredom.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-21769913123439088</id><published>2008-10-05T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:32:44.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up gracie!</title><content type='html'>I seriously, honestly, very hate falling in love now. I keep telling myself time after time, hold back the feelings and not fall in love because I can't handle rejections and breakups. I never expected all these to happen within only just a few days. Wake up gracie, it's all just for the sake of fun and nothing else. Don't be so goddamn foolish will you? You can't like or love anybody at all, you'll get hurt. So just, wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are just so tiring, they make you go crazy all the time. When you meet this special someone, you go all out to like him/her like a crazy person. And when you get together, you fall crazily in love with him you won't even know what you're doing sometimes. True enough, it feels like the sweetest thing ever to fall in love but the after effect is just madness. Makes you go crazy, like literally go berserk somehow. I don't want, i don't want, i don't want to be feeling this way again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do miss you, and i'm going crazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-21769913123439088?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/21769913123439088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=21769913123439088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/21769913123439088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/21769913123439088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/wake-up-gracie.html' title='wake up gracie!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-5173203393624376163</id><published>2008-10-02T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:23:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy photoshoot!</title><content type='html'>I've been having loads of fun recently during the photoshoot with my sister, I can be myself when I take the shots. Unlike in the past when I first started of, and it wasn't like this when it's other photographers. So I guess it really does matter who takes photos of me and I'm glad I feel so comfortable with my sister being the one. Though sometimes must see her 'da xiao jie' mood, it's pretty worries me a lot because I won't be on time for my launches if she's not in the mood on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I can pose like this already haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOSe9k8bl3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IgPOZBBTgWk/s1600-h/DSC00813-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252497846147192690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOSe9k8bl3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IgPOZBBTgWk/s320/DSC00813-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be happy again, and I know I definitely will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-5173203393624376163?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5173203393624376163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=5173203393624376163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5173203393624376163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/5173203393624376163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-photoshoot.html' title='happy photoshoot!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOSe9k8bl3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/IgPOZBBTgWk/s72-c/DSC00813-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6550046346718690974</id><published>2008-10-01T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:52:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great life, great company.</title><content type='html'>I finally know what's life without you. And I'm really proud of myself for being able to walk through this big obstacle of my life. It was a moment of the lowest point of my love life and now, I'm really a happier person because I've so many nice people around me. I don't know if you're be happier one day but I believe in karma and retribution, what goes around comes around for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;house&gt; earlier on and I swear the female lead in the show is unbelievably bimbo, true bimbo, bimbo. And she's just so hot and bimbotic that I love her so much in the show. Awesome show indeed, maybe say 4 hearts for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is amazingly great now and gracie is lovng it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6550046346718690974?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6550046346718690974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6550046346718690974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6550046346718690974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6550046346718690974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-life-great-company.html' title='great life, great company.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-8212207183301205299</id><published>2008-10-01T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:32:42.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glamouresque at Gracielyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOMnMmlyEeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/e2CYm5degyY/s1600-h/Emailad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252084687915061730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="341" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOMnMmlyEeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/e2CYm5degyY/s320/Emailad.jpg" width="287" 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/4152741820412944329-8212207183301205299?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8212207183301205299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=8212207183301205299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8212207183301205299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/8212207183301205299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/glamouresque-at-gracielyn.html' title='Glamouresque at Gracielyn!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SOMnMmlyEeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/e2CYm5degyY/s72-c/Emailad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-7115099316452271048</id><published>2008-09-29T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:05:43.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home.</title><content type='html'>Homely day, but I realise I kind of love staying at home! That's maybe because I'm really tired from all the night activities lately. I just felt great staying home today snuggling in my bed and cuddling with jingle all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home sweet home, now it really is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-7115099316452271048?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7115099316452271048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=7115099316452271048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7115099316452271048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/7115099316452271048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-4330770055209473444</id><published>2008-09-28T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:15:18.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the special loves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9EA_3CyXI/AAAAAAAAADU/8KKqmrlRnTg/s1600-h/DSC00711-1hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250990474470279538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9EA_3CyXI/AAAAAAAAADU/8KKqmrlRnTg/s320/DSC00711-1hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250992611770927634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9F9Z7OihI/AAAAAAAAADk/9agNVoZhvu4/s320/DSC00720-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cutie pie! Still as cute as ever. I've been neglecting her a lot lately because I'm always out at night and she sees me and gives me this really upset face all the time. But when I'm home to accompany her, she's like a sleeping loghead, exactly like now! I don't know what I'll do without you jingle, your smell (chow chow), your snores (super irritating), your breath (the worst of all), your cute lil tummy (oops, I meant huge) and your whines (that always make me want to slap you). On top of all these lovely facts about you, I love you many many and I'm trying to not lie too much now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some photos taken on friday's TLC meetup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, failed in acting cute I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250992610626042466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9F9VqQ-mI/AAAAAAAAADs/m76SyIfqxi4/s320/DSC00726-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this hippo a lot because it's pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250992621939485330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9F9_zmapI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YDDLcukbfMM/s320/DSC00742-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My big brother jeremy, dotes on me alot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250992617067626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9F9tqDvqI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YtzGNsYH80c/s320/DSC00735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eric, the guy who never fails to make me laugh like a mad woman!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250992604954211090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9F9Ah_sxI/AAAAAAAAADc/XPzzgoWGg3s/s320/DSC00725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wedding dinner yesterday night at Changi Beach Club, it was the simplest wedding I've ever seen, so long the newly weds are happy, nothing else matters anymore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My sister, more like a friend to me sometimes!&lt;br /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250994970983198754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9IGurQ8CI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rIckHXOZv0w/s320/DSC00754-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favourite cousin, nicholas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250994973522880914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9IG4IxaZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eeHVCZeD-no/s320/DSC00749-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250994974788392866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9IG82fl6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Dg-ZQf4xsm0/s320/DSC00755-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My life is filling up with colours with these people around me now, constantly showing me love and concern. I don't know what I'll be if all of them leaves me (touch many wood!), I just want to learn to cherish all these special bonds I have with everybody now! Gracie likes everybody!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-4330770055209473444?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4330770055209473444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=4330770055209473444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4330770055209473444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/4330770055209473444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-special-loves.html' title='to the special loves.'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SN9EA_3CyXI/AAAAAAAAADU/8KKqmrlRnTg/s72-c/DSC00711-1hp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6474161423314725178</id><published>2008-09-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:40:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracielyn - Girly Delights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuF2ocw_II/AAAAAAAAADM/wII76VVZ0NA/s1600-h/Emailad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249936964247944322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuF2ocw_II/AAAAAAAAADM/wII76VVZ0NA/s320/Emailad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Launch this Sunday! Be girly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6474161423314725178?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6474161423314725178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6474161423314725178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6474161423314725178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6474161423314725178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/gracielyn-girly-delights.html' title='Gracielyn - Girly Delights!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuF2ocw_II/AAAAAAAAADM/wII76VVZ0NA/s72-c/Emailad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-3802461974781884619</id><published>2008-09-25T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:32:54.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>Love, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, why fall in love when you know you'll get hurt in the end? Well, I know that not all relationships turn out to be ugly like mine, there are really sweet couples around. My waxer just announced that she's three-months pregnant earlier on and I was very happy for her! And when people fall in love, they do the sillliest and craziest things. As for me, two craziest things I feel I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249934214129350674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuDWjdZeBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4BvIQlCUE-Y/s320/DSC00039-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Handmade this cross stitch piece, I rushed like five days four nights non-stop to finish it off and made it into a pillow. It looked so pretty that I even wanted to keep it for myself at that time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249934574099005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuDrgc2gQI/AAAAAAAAADE/H7hpwwWi5gI/s320/DSC00601-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This really dictionary-thick photo album I made. Hand wrapped the album inside out, and designed all the photos in it! It was so cute but I had to give it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I regret that I didn't keep these gifts to myself, I believe I would have appreciated and treasured it so much more than giving to someone else I barely know now. As I've said, it's always love blinded to do things like these. And when you're awake, you realise it's too late to regret because you've done all these with the one person in your heart. That's when the biggest hurt will be inflicted on you, and not the person who received these gifts. Because he would have moved on, leaving these gifts made from the heart in a corner to collect dust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate myself for being so sentimental at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-3802461974781884619?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3802461974781884619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=3802461974781884619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3802461974781884619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/3802461974781884619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNuDWjdZeBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4BvIQlCUE-Y/s72-c/DSC00039-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-6863932500268692576</id><published>2008-09-21T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:56:01.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special thanks to special you!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't been really active with this online journal. I'm really lazy nowadays to even type a 'Hi', lol. Let's be more serious now, I've been spending more time with friends lately, new or old, it's making me really happier. Not to mention, I've met this two really good friends and I think I won't know what to do with them, many thanks to JJ and JY if you guys happen to read this! Been spending more of my time with them, mostly pouring my heart out, repeating the same old words and sentences but I always feel so much better after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I kind of hate love now. Alrights, maybe I don't and will never one day hate being in love or being loved. But now, I'm totally not putting love as my first priority and I want to make it clear that I hate Herman Lo so very much now because this guy has literally threw all guys' faces. So guys guys, if you happen to know this person, you've ought to give him a good screwing for throwing all your faces totally. I've been there and I'm done with that, finished with this person because he totally doesn't even deserve to be here in this world, I shall curse him (oops, my bad) with all the swearing words I can even think of. His face just turns people off so badly, like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been getting enough sleep lately, I should try sleeping earlier to have a better health. Sleeping late causes my health to be bad, like getting bad gastrics, more dizzy spells, which in return causes me to feel very, very moody. I know my body can't take it, but wait, one thing good about sacrificing this sleep time for that someone, I don't get bad migranes that often now!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I tell you how happy I am now because I don't have to lose any more weight for no reason! Imagine me being in a love relationship but losing 5kilograms for that good-for-nothing-herman-guy. Not worth it and not good at all right! I'm taking back those kilograms, okay maybe just one or two more will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lazy, but Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO, I don't even miss you a single bit on this supposedly-to-be-special day of ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152741820412944329-6863932500268692576?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6863932500268692576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=6863932500268692576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6863932500268692576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/6863932500268692576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-thanks-to-special-you.html' title='Special thanks to special you!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152741820412944329.post-2335565640452139111</id><published>2008-09-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:39:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Sweetness launch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248468283220247762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="360" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNZOGJQ_RNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/diWK7oUGIhw/s320/Emailad.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Launched at &lt;a href="mailto:Gracielyn@LJ.com"&gt;Gracielyn@LJ.com&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/4152741820412944329-2335565640452139111?l=graciegbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2335565640452139111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152741820412944329&amp;postID=2335565640452139111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2335565640452139111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152741820412944329/posts/default/2335565640452139111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graciegbaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunshine-sweetness-launch.html' title='Sunshine Sweetness launch!'/><author><name>❤gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03743516330058324259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/S2MPR_-NzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7ti3PkZ9u-A/S220/DSC02841-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__KvUPbXmtlU/SNZOGJQ_RNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/diWK7oUGIhw/s72-c/Emailad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
