<?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-8096915</id><updated>2011-05-05T01:56:08.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graceiscool</title><subtitle type='html'>i hate you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;However,i've created a new account.Do ask for the link!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u guys for faithfully reading my ehh poetry(although its mostly junk).lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111236536719028921?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111236536719028921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111236536719028921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111236536719028921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111236536719028921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/04/bye-folks.html' title='bye folks'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111160325233786850</id><published>2005-03-24T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:40:52.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hoo hoo</title><content type='html'>I refuse to go to school.I'm kinda sick anyway.Got the flu i think.All this appealing has made me sick,tired and annoyed.Its not fair.I met the cut off pt for mjc or cjc but they rejected me cos it wasnt my first choice?I mean who in the right mind wud do that unless cjc cut off pt is like below 10.But the thing is...cjc has lowered their cut off pt from 15 to 13 for science and i still can make it in.So why are they being so difficult?Must they post me to the end of singapore?I think not.Plus i live in tampines.So what is gg on with moe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway whatever lah.Just put my trust in God and pray that I get out?lol.I hope i do.&lt;br /&gt;Then ill pray for acceptance if i still get stuck in whereever i am.Cos,u know 23hrs and 30 mins is so not enough to recover from shock esp when my pts aint so bad.My friends actually thought i was pulling their legs.sigh.if only i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,they are helping me find more info abt the schools i could and still have the chance to get into.sigh.pity party has started all over again.&lt;br /&gt;But theres still hope...But then again theres another girl who got 9pts and she ended up here too.So...at least im not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111160325233786850?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111150288077035773</id><published>2005-03-22T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T06:48:00.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*********</title><content type='html'>You know,sometimes u wonder whether life is fair or not.But,then u come to a conclusion that it isnt and it never will be no matter how  much u want to think it is.There are times when things may seem too ridiculous to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,the over-ridiculous actually becomes reality.Don't ask me why my life is so tragic.I've asked over a million times,crying in the process.OH well,what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;I think im going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111150288077035773?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111141045686640699</id><published>2005-03-21T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T05:11:40.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>problematic parents</title><content type='html'>They may think im a sociopath but i dont care.My parents are being problematic again.I'm totally sick of their crap.I can't take their nonsense anymore.I'm so tired ,stressed and annoyed already.They know i can't freggin cope in jc if i dont have tuition to help me catch up cos ive been slacking for the past three months.Why?becos i seriously thought that id be shipped overseas,leading a happy lifestyle without them thats why.Now,they refuse to let my senior who got AABB for her a levels tutor me for three hundred bucks a month,2hrs per lesson(bio and chem),twice weekly.And its just for three months or even less.I really dont understand what their problem is.I'm already saving them so much cash by not gg overseas.Yet,they do this to me.Its not expensive lorh.But no,my mum wants it to be 200.Is she nuts?This isnt thailand where ppl bargain.People teach sec one students at that rate.This is A levels for goodness sake.My dad was dumb enough to agree with her.Theres so much turmoil going arnd in my brain.I'm having a bad headache and my face is breaking out with so many pimples.I'm sick of all the shit goign arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,i cant freggin print out my jae application slip with all my choices in it.How the hell am i gona verify that i chose a school?This really sucks.I try not to think that my life sucks.But come to think of it,it does.Much more than anyone can tell.Then i have to renew my language exemption slip.So much crap to do.Who's life is this complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,im through.I'm not going to attend school.I dont care anymore.If i dont like it then too bad.Its not like i study anyway.If my parents are not going to pay for my tuition they can bid farewell to a better retirement plan.I'm sick of ppl telling me what to do.Where to go.How to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111141045686640699?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111141045686640699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111141045686640699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111141045686640699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111141045686640699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/problematic-parents.html' title='problematic parents'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111132506229336869</id><published>2005-03-20T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T05:24:22.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dysfunctional</title><content type='html'>Ok I seriously think that im dysfunctional.Like my brain has given way or something.Now,all that comes out of my mouth is a big slur.Noone understand me and neither do i understand thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,today..i got really pissed off in church for some weird reason.Oh i remember now.It was because i didnt want to go for baptism classes.And i had to call gini like a million times(ok it was actually three but it seemed like more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to buy nachos and salsa.Had a super hard time opening the container but managed to get some nice guys(they looked spanish?)to help us.Brought em goodies to the beach and got stalked by two middle eastern infidels.(well they looked like it) Gini and i were so freaked we ran and ran and ran.Phew lucky we lost them.I was so freaked.I even imagined them on bikes chasing us.*shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i could think of at that moment was..OH God.HElp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111132506229336869?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111132506229336869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111132506229336869' title='0 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things first.The beaches are really nice and the waters are clear.There are also many activities available like snorkelling,parasailing and jetskiing?The night activity here s fab.A lot of clubs for clubbing,discoing and drug peddling?haha..The food here is nice.But dont try the western food cos it sucks.Oh and there are a lot of trannies aka transvestites around.Gays are prevalent too and the nearby discos facilitate their Monday nite 'shows'.Its kinda gross but u get used to it when u walk the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap..thats abt it.Btw..the food in phuket in restaurants are really EX so we had to eat maggi noodles once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111094393780978414?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111094393780978414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111094393780978414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111094393780978414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111094393780978414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-again.html' title='hey again'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111064455010022371</id><published>2005-03-13T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T08:22:30.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my brother</title><content type='html'>oh and one more thing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY BROTHER!!!argh!!!Why must he talk to me?Why?Everything that comes out of his mouth is annoying,irritating and offensive.He is such a nag.SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY BROTHER I HATE MY BROTHER I HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHERI HATE MY BROTHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes out* ahh i feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111064455010022371?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111064455010022371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111064455010022371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111064455010022371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111064455010022371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-my-brother.html' title='I hate my brother'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111064352947785104</id><published>2005-03-13T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T08:05:29.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell peeps</title><content type='html'>Going on a holiday to Phuket.Will not be back till Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111064352947785104?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111064352947785104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111064352947785104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111064352947785104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111064352947785104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/farewell-peeps.html' title='farewell peeps'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111055980004498884</id><published>2005-03-11T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T08:50:00.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my class bbq in bukit gombak.Yes,its freggin far..I took a train all the way back to tampines with Peihwa.I think its my fault that he missed the last bus.hahhaa..im so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..woke up at like five thirty am.Then arrived at chua chu kang pri at 7am.Set up the jungle then started time keeping for the "senses" and "fix it urself" station.Had to take over the food chain game.Almost died man.Those kids were so rowdy and hard to control.Kept having to yell at them to shut up,stop throwing stuff and to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fishes in the mobile jungle ended up dying cos the tiny terrors tipped the basin over and started trampling over them.Poor fishies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bbq was alright.Miss chan came!haha..she was kinda nice.After she left,we played with marina's chocolate-gone wrong-mousse.It tasted well,like shit.No offense to her or her mousse.We started chucking marshmallows,chili sauce,pasta sauce and a whole loada crap inside.Stirred it then served it to AL.AL actually tasted it and puked.Next,we started adding pasta and cherries to the mixture.At this point it appeared too gross to be true.Jun yu stuffed candles and satay sticks into the grubby mousse.She lighted the candles and satay sticks so that it appeared like a pot of incense with birthday candles.I sang a birthday song and then I made a wish and blew.I snubbed out the candles and matchsticks by stuffing them into the mousse.It made this 'sizzle' sound that made everyone squeal with delight.haha.FUN man.Better than sparklers.Everyone was laughing so hard.People even started taking photos.Poor marina.I hope she doesnt see the pictures.OR she'd die of a shock or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111055980004498884?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111055980004498884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111055980004498884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111055980004498884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111055980004498884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/hohoho.html' title='hohoho'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-111018969159254355</id><published>2005-03-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T02:23:16.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They never fail</title><content type='html'>The one thing about my parents is that,they never fail to piss me off at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take today for example.My mum just had to send me an email about what her friend(A forensic pathologist) commented after she told her my results.It wasn't what her friend said that made me unhappy.It was the fact that the whole bloody world knows of my results now.She even emphasised on my english grade.Doesn't she feel ashamed?Im so embarassed.Its bad enough already.&lt;br /&gt; I wanna dig a super deep hole and jump in.ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,today i went to NTU.Its super big but super crowded in canteen B that is.They even ahve  an ice cream dispenser.So cool.Its beneficial for depressed ppl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to bitch about.Remember the Joseph,King of Dreams vcd i bought yesterday?Yeah well its SCREWED i tell u.I had to like bang my DVD player a couple of times.And it just kept making screechy-scratchy noises that could perforate ur eardrums.U know waht was more irritating?Oh yeah...it was in the middle of the night about 1am.The instant noodles i made tasted like soggy crap.Sometimes i dunno why i bother trying to cook when im hopeless at it.I only know how to bake or freeze.Eg.the cheesecake thing.And the food i make seem to taste better when im more depressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-111018969159254355?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/111018969159254355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=111018969159254355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111018969159254355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/111018969159254355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/they-never-fail.html' title='They never fail'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110986766595121136</id><published>2005-03-03T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T08:34:25.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tyrants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5815143/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/5815143_89415c8bd0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5815143/"&gt;tyrants&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/90747231@N00/"&gt;graceiscool&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The reason for my depression is above.I have nothing to say except that my feelings have been cheated and my heart has been torn into a million pieces.Not to mention the pimples surfacing on my pretty face are due to the stress these two have caused.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110986766595121136?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110986766595121136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110986766595121136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110986766595121136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110986766595121136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/tyrants.html' title='tyrants'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110975713412815747</id><published>2005-03-02T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:52:14.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peeved</title><content type='html'>i hate my parents.They are such &amp;$#*ing assholes.They gave me false hopes of going overseas to nz and stuff.Now they are lieing abt what they said previously.And they are starting to compare me with my cousins and blah blah blah.How i never study and all the stupid shit.They keep talking non-stop and making me feel like shit causes them to be super happy.WEll,i hope they're satisfied with themselves.Esp my bro who made a bet about what id get for my o levels.Then they're bugging me to ask what my friends got.Can't they like ^$#$ off.Damnit i wish i were dead.I really had enough.Tolerated too much shit from everyone.Sometimes people have to learn to stop before its too late.If only they know what its like to have ur dreams shattered over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110975713412815747?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110975713412815747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110975713412815747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110975713412815747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110975713412815747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/peeved.html' title='peeved'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110969285558400502</id><published>2005-03-02T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:14:58.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>I am uber-depressed now.My brain aint functioning right and i have no idea what to do now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO HOO HOO!I dont feel like blogging.I'm too embarrassed and stressed cos my classmates did really well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110969285558400502?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110969285558400502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110969285558400502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110969285558400502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110969285558400502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/03/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110933555148289419</id><published>2005-02-25T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:45:51.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Managed to crash acjc.WHEE!!So fulfilling.Wore mgs uni to  decieve the stupid security guard.Cos apparently,the jerk recognises the faces of all those who are not from mgs.wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACJC is suppper cool.The food there is soo nicee!Esp the chicken rice and the brownies.They even have their own cafe situated next to the swimming pool!!wah so exciting.MI food compared to acjc's is SHIT.DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;The building is nice too.Can take lift to the fifth floor and all the classrooms are air-conditioned.ahhh...to ensure that their students dont die of a heatstroke or something.Unlike MI,the dm punishes u by forcing ur class to stand at the parade square under the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also a significant day cos its the last day i'll be staying at my aunt's place.Its been a great four weeks living with her and my two cousins.Sniff.So sad to say bye bye to sunset way.Gonna miss MI too cos its the only instituition whereby everyone can openly SLACK around and pon lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and not to forget.HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIARA!!Happy 18th birthday.U can gain legal entry to zouk.hahaha.I doubt u have my blog add but whatever.Stay away from charlene cos she's a backstabbing biatch who seduces chinamen.LOL.REally.Her seductive behaviour should be restricted to public parks and her house cos innocent ppl like me who love to loiter in libraries dont enjoy witnessing couples doing hanky panky stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110933555148289419?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110933555148289419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110933555148289419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110933555148289419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110933555148289419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_25.html' title=':)'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110925693838823057</id><published>2005-02-24T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T06:55:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ACJC security guard sucks</title><content type='html'>The acjc security guard had a deprived childhood.I could tell by the way he looked at us kids.The look of enmity and partial jealousy.Such an ass man.Said he never saw us before.Like duh cos there are so many students there.I wanna slap his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mi principal gave a speech on the year one's behaviour.In fact,she added that we were behaving in an undignified manner by climbing over the gates and crawling under the drains to escape from sch.Like we can even do that.The gates are adorned with spikes and the drains are barred.So where can we run except thru the main gate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im getting bitten alive by the stupid mossie.It has a fetish for foot blood.I'll kill it one day.But..i must find the baygone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110925693838823057?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110925693838823057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110925693838823057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110925693838823057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110925693838823057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/acjc-security-guard-sucks.html' title='The ACJC security guard sucks'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110916846843774963</id><published>2005-02-23T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:25:07.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295829/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5295829_ace67f59a9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295829/"&gt;DSCN0069&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/90747231@N00/"&gt;graceiscool&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110916846843774963?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110916846843774963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110916846843774963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110916846843774963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110916846843774963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/silly-shot.html' title='silly shot'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110916752450996887</id><published>2005-02-23T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T06:17:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa's team rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295828/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5295828_4e0ac1ab5e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295828/"&gt;DSCN0068&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/90747231@N00/"&gt;graceiscool&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had a great day today.I was so guai i didnt pon any lessons or run out.The best feeling was that of vindication.hahaha.No guilt whatsoever.Watched a real cool movie called "Dangerous Minds" during Gp today.Super vulgar and hilarious.The teachers and students swear.The students are really delinquent;dancing,singing,rapping in class regardless of whether the teacher was present or not.Oh well..an exact replica of what MI is like.Ok maybe not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,the dm gave a stupid speech on the typical miscreant behaviourism of the first three monthly intake each year.He called us puerile infidels.Such chim-ity.Too bad most of the year 1's couldnt comprehend his advanced vocabulary.This gives us the excuse to remain rebellious and nonchalant.He reminded us of the school's collaboration with the jcs so that they wud be aware of the type of students they take in aft the first three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,played in the Captain's ball carnival and our crescent team came in second.We were all clad in yellow cos we wanted to be united.Btw,our team name was called "Melissa's team".Here are some photos.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110916752450996887?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110916752450996887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110916752450996887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295827/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/5295827_d586bd93f3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/90747231@N00/5295827/"&gt;DSCN0067&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/90747231@N00/"&gt;graceiscool&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110916868414616976?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110916868414616976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110916868414616976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110916868414616976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110916868414616976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/gonna-miss-u-all.html' title='gonna miss u all!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110905708345354100</id><published>2005-02-22T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:25:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponstar!!</title><content type='html'>haha today im the official ponstar.This is the 3rd time consecutively i've defied school regulations.This time i casually walked out of school.The dm didnt even bat an eyelash.Though he left the main gate slightly ajar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy walked out briskly and managed to escape without being noticed.(It was apparent cos the dm didnt come out screaming for him to come back)&lt;br /&gt;So Adel,Steph and I followed in suit.The moment came when a van was going out the main gate.The cleaner had no choice but to open the gate.We quickly made our way to the main road hiding behind some electrical mains powerstation thingy.Luckily a cabby was driving by.We flagged it and hopped in,bending down to obscure our pretty faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT last!!!We escaped from the hellhole!Told the cab driver to go to Holland V.Ate at BK.The bacon was like brittle i tell u!Gross man.Never gonna eat there again.Went to party city and played with the swanky party hats and phoney tresses.Bought loads of candy.Steph was contemplating buying a lipstick pen.Its really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110905708345354100?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110905708345354100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110905708345354100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110905708345354100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110905708345354100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/ponstar.html' title='ponstar!!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110899340266866082</id><published>2005-02-21T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T05:43:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Events in sequence:&lt;br /&gt;-Woke up at 7am and rushed to school&lt;br /&gt;-witnessed steph and adel running out of sch at 7.40am&lt;br /&gt;-attended home tutor period and discussed ponning Gp&lt;br /&gt;-Met michelle and sat in for their math lecture&lt;br /&gt;-did two qns and concluded i was stupid cos i couldnt even remember the binomial formula&lt;br /&gt;-Ran out of school furtively down the road&lt;br /&gt;-PE teacher saw us making our descent and shouted "Run faster lah ..eh and dont injure urself ah?"&lt;br /&gt;-Walked to some bus stop and took 852 to westmall&lt;br /&gt;-Sat in coffee bean with Dockus,WD,fuxian,ze ming,michelle, Sq and melissa&lt;br /&gt;-ate breakfast there and came across a surly waiter.&lt;br /&gt;-played cards all the way until 1+pm before going back to sch&lt;br /&gt;-played captain's ball and tennis&lt;br /&gt;-went home&lt;br /&gt;-waiting patiently for Desperate housewives..lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh suffering from SMU-guy withdrawal symptoms..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110899340266866082?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110899340266866082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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to jon's surprise birthday party.The food was GREAT.Loved the choc cake esp.Woah i think i drank too much milk.I had to run to the loo a couple of times.Even went to the extent of mugging toilet paper.Sigh..im pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,went to labrador park to play with sparklers.I was so impressed by the clean conditions of the loo.So nice!!Next time i can go hang out at the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im going crazy.After i started talking abt pests,Ck mentioned baygone the ultimate bug-obliterator.Then i drew this baygone and this mossie on the msn.So cool man.I was laughing at my illustration.wahahah so cute.well yeah thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit the cat keeps kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for goodness sake ppl i dont have a bf.Its just that the smu guy was soo hott...ok i shouldnt disgust u all with the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110870964022355336</id><published>2005-02-18T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:07:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaywalkerrrr</title><content type='html'>hahaha.Today i skipped sch again cos last nite i slept late..due to some circumstances..LOL i watched constantine again!!!!whee!!!So cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a cool day.I ran out of sch with a few of my friends,ran down the hill,giggling like some deranged idiot.That was the first time i actually ran out.It ws soo hilarious.We ran out after the first period which was GP.SSSOOOOOO boring.cud die man.We were planning our escape intricately.Sneak out by the back or front gate.Climb over some fence.haha then whenever the teacher came nearby we would start talking abt relevant topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After running out,yi xiang was like really scared that we wud get caught so he started running in this weird manner that got us laughing contagiously.wahahhaa.Then,we took 61 to KAP mac to chill.The macflurry is nice ok.U all should try it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the intention of skipping trg today.I have this sore throat and cough.ARGH i hate being sick.oh well whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh i still feel super shitty after being cheated.I gave like five bucks to this man at orchard road cos he was so pressing.He claimed the money went to those poor tsunami victims.He just gave me this pathetic keychain,stuffed it into my hand and started talking abt how pretty i am.pffth.LOL.i was like ecstatic for a while then....omg he cheated me!!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and i got a single digit for my chem test.1/10.Woohooo!!Not bad aye?given my background knowledge and all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110855682036282235</id><published>2005-02-16T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T04:27:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahahahahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!I cant believe it man.Just found out from tiara that miss chan aka miss ktv has a bf!!!She even has pictures to prove his existence.Apparently they were caught at some fish &amp;amp; co staring dreamy-eyed at each other.*shivers* I'm so sorry Terence.I really thought she was single.She said it herself.Not my fault that she's a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that Charlene is deceptive queen number one.She's also a boyfriend stealer.This is where 'dont judge a book by it's cover' totally applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gp lecture was fun.We watched a mildly RA indian movie.Unfortunately, i fell asleep AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to run out during lunch break but the principal made the cleaners guard the gates strictly.U see,she was supposed to give a speech at 1.45pm.Some students already escaped out the back gate.Smart assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I went shopping for some cd.Talked about sick perverts roaming the singapore streets.Particularly the Bukit timah area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok gotta catch AI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110855682036282235?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110855682036282235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110855682036282235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i skipped school.yay.so happy.shh my mum shouldnt find out or she'd KILL me.oh well whatever...results coming out soon.So its ok not to attend too often.Stress kills.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelled all the way from clementi to tampines to get some stuff and to check on my hammies.They are so adorable!!!My sister just fed them so they have food stored in their cheeks.And chang yu as usual, cant jump or get into the container so i have to push her in.Some mean ppl say that its dumb to call a she-hamster chang yu.But it doesnt matter.I will be the first to unisex the name chang yu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO!i have lost weight.Like 1kg.But at least its normal.Now ive got 2kg left to lose.Sigh.I hope i can run tommorrow.yay!SMU here i come.Hopefully,the smu guy will be outside the library at lets say 6:30pm.hahaha im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ive got the hots for someone.OOOOooOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now...i have to think abt what i'll be giving Jon for his birthday present...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110845709034779296?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110845709034779296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110845709034779296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110845709034779296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110845709034779296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/dishwalla.html' title='DISHWALLA!!!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110839704027649212</id><published>2005-02-14T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T08:04:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V day!!</title><content type='html'>Events that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;-Went to sch&lt;br /&gt;-sat for one chem and phys test(unstudied for)&lt;br /&gt;-handed in chem assignment 3(was the only one who handed in)&lt;br /&gt;-Slept in chem lecture again&lt;br /&gt;-Rushed back to aunt's hse to change and bathe&lt;br /&gt;-went to harbor front to meet the youth but coincidentally met michelle at outram park mrt&lt;br /&gt;-Met vicki,jon,josh and alvin at carpark at bus station&lt;br /&gt;-went to sentosa in alvin's car&lt;br /&gt;-played dai dee until 6+pm(denice and sop came)&lt;br /&gt;-Walked to 7-11 with alvin to get drinks and a lighter&lt;br /&gt;-Benson came and long-banged us&lt;br /&gt;-ate dinner(chicken and fried rice)&lt;br /&gt;-mich,jon,vicki,denice,sop,wenhao and alvin took pics(i was talking to josh abt some stuff)&lt;br /&gt;-joined the group to play with sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;-Went home in alvin's car with sop and denice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those out there with or w/o a valentine, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110839704027649212?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110839704027649212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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me off yesterday.First,they fetched me like 20 mins late from church.Then,they brought me,my bro and my sis to bottle tree village which sells the worst food in the whole of sg.I missed the simple life 2 because of their tardiness.ARGH.So annoying.I wouldnt have cared so much if the food was good.But it wasnt. Plus i had to wait for forty five minutes for the second dish to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our meal,my parents had to send my grandma home and thats when they started pissing me off even more.They started talking abt career aspects and my "bleak" future.I couldnt take it.they kept making fun of me.All i could do was sit back and sulk.Some kind of parents right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a cool day.Lucky thing man.It strikes out what happened the day before.Thus,keeping the balance between cloudy and sunny days.Went to catch constantine with esther.Constantine is so cool!!!!And keanu Reeves is so hot even when he's forty.not bad man..&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.Then,joined the youth for a game of soccer and had dinner at the hawker centre nearby.&lt;br /&gt;I must say im really impressed at the way the government revamped the place.Its so much better and it actually reflects a beachy ambience.NIceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,a sad thing to announce.My baby(the goldfish) died miserably today in his highly polluted and bacteria prevalent tank.I presume he died of some kind of fish cancer.poor baby.I cant afford a proper funeral service and i couldnt preserve its body cos it was already in the midst of decomposition.All i can say is that it was the most intelligent and responsive goldfish among my the rest of my goldfishes.Sniff.Right now,baby is in some sewage pipe somewhere in singapore.I am ashamed to admit this,i flushed him down the toilet.sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P BABY!!May u go to goldfish heaven,a place with abundant clean water being replaced every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110830735671829006?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110830735671829006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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supposed to be happy becos of the money rolling in.BUT,i was short-changed-or so i thought-.Ran back to my Granny's house to look for a red packet.Searched to no avail.Sat in the car and started crying like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;"Sniff..Life sucks.No money.No brains.No looks."I wailed.&lt;br /&gt;While i wallowed in self- pity for like twenty minutes,I checked my face for new pimples that had surfaced earlier.To my horror,there were new ones alright.Raised and lumpy,like craters on the moon.I sank into depression again.I hope i dont have bipolar disorder or something cos now im quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats just me.I cry,i sulk ,whine ,wail ,then i go all happy again.Its all my cousins fault.They said MI=mission impossible.I felt like strangling them and shoving their faces down the drainage pipe at the back of the house.They made me feel stupid.So i kept whining to my parents abt how stupid i am.Sg.i didnt know where the shin was.I mistook it for my thigh.Am i dumb or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new discovery yesterday.Belinda has found a new boyfriend who is possibly,shorter than her.I recognised his ugly face on her friendster when i was browsing that website with Esther.I am mortified by the picture she displayed(she having a passionate smooch in public with him).How indiscrete.Here is the page for reference:) &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3280302"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3280302&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,a song to describe this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worst day ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I'm living the worst day&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like the summer is leaving again&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living the worst day&lt;br /&gt;I feel like you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And every day is the worst day ever&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the worst day ever&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow won't be better&lt;br /&gt;It's history repeating (on and on)&lt;br /&gt;Summer plans are gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I traded them in for dishpan water&lt;br /&gt;And every day is never ending&lt;br /&gt;I need to work&lt;br /&gt;I'm always spending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110792763607168702?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110792763607168702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110792763607168702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110792763607168702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110792763607168702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110777400905332339</id><published>2005-02-07T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T03:07:30.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>posdfapoia</title><content type='html'>Today sucked.I was super bored and fell asleep during chem lecture AGAIN.LCM kept telling me over and over again to not sleep in his lecture.But somehow,what he intended to say didnt come out the way he wanted cos he said "Please sleep properly".(he meant sit properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i skipped physics tutorial again.hahah i dont need no shrew to ruin my CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im becoming more dumb as the days go by.YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh tmr is a tuesday and im gonna pon sch.But...sniff i dont wanna go with WD and ****!!!Its not right..they're not happening enough.haha im so mean.ok i shouldnt revel too much in my mean-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the big V day.Why do all my friends have to be attached to assholes???haha.The SMU guy is sooo cuutteee!!I wonder...does he have a gf?hohoho.nah kidding.I hear that Channel five has some nice shows being broadcasted on tv.YAY.Finally i get some quality entertainment.I hope its not too lovely dovey or i might *puke*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110777400905332339?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110777400905332339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110777400905332339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110777400905332339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110777400905332339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/posdfapoia.html' title='posdfapoia'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110751523293526437</id><published>2005-02-04T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:41:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>what happened on tues,weds,thurs and fri?&lt;br /&gt;eheh..lets just say i was being a mean bitch.But im gonna be kind so i'll refer to this girl as A.Initially i thought she was like nice and stuff then she turned weird.I went out for lunch with girl A and boy B.Girl A liked this cute guy called C but after he found out A liked him he freaked out and started boycotting her.A was super depressed.Then along came B.She didnt like B at first but because he was kind enough to let her leech onto him,i think she started developing feelings for him.B however likes this girl called D and A knows about it.It is easy to approach B but since A is like following him everywhere,it is impossible to have a PRIVATE conversation with him.A thinks i like B which i dont.So she gets over-possessive of him,clinging on to him whereever he goes.The longest time she ever detached herself from him was for like 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,the other day she sat in front of me.I was fine with her, really, until she started becoming irritating.She happened to sit in front of me and i just happened to look in her direction while i was talking abt a new pimple that surfaced.She thought i was talking abt her.She kept looking back repeatedly which made me super irritated.So me and mich started talking abt her.We started bitching even more when she turned around and said to mich in a squeaky voice, "Michelle this is my Lao gong!hehe!".I mean she doesnt even talk to michelle even though they're in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i think i repented but today i started bitching abt her again.Then i smsed her and invited her to church.I cant believe i did that.So anyway,she replied me nicely that her mum wouldnt let her go.Yup and thats abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110751523293526437?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110751523293526437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110751523293526437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110751523293526437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110751523293526437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/02/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110717394160559393</id><published>2005-01-31T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T04:19:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>Woah one week since i've blogged.My brother has been hogging the com so I can only use the com without being pestered,harrassed etc.. when i go to my aunt's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework:untouched&lt;br /&gt;Bible:touched abt two days ago&lt;br /&gt;Weight:increased to a whopping 46kg!!%^#$%#$#$%!!!(never in my life ok)&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:a mixture of depression,dejection and rejection.&lt;br /&gt;Life:sucks&lt;br /&gt;Financial situation:flat broke again&lt;br /&gt;Complexion:shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel shitty?Because i am a @#$%ing sinner who keeps repeating the same type of sins over and over again.Whats the pt of repenting?Then again, if i repented i wouldnt be sinning again now would i?Shit i hate it.I keep lieing and gossiping indirectly all the time.I think im gonna go straight to hell.I feel as though im cheating myself.Why go to church?Why pray?Why read the bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get worried again over doomsday.28th feb.I've pictured the day a million times in my head.I'm gonna recieve my results and die of a heart attack or something.The results are so horrible it can make ur head spin.I cry so much then i kill myself.Sometimes i tell myself that i do things for God for my own pleasure  but actually,there may be another reason.To seek personal pleasure.Like hoping God will bless me by giving me my desires and i cant seem to let go.The grip is too tight.I'm holding on so tightly to my pride.Its too painful to let go.I've got nothing else.Nothing.My running cant even make it.I'm so useless.I try to tell myself no, im not useless.But actually i am.Like super duper useless.There are ppl who are good at other areas except academics.But im good at neither.I can only bum around at home and see myself waste my life away.I feel like letting go of my religion,my beliefs.EVERYTHING.Something is holding back,saying no don't,u chose the right way.So i still linger.I still attend church.I still hang around with the same crowd.Noone knows anything.Only God knows.Only he understands.But why do i feel so depressed?Why do i feel so hopeless?Why am i so self-centred,selfish and proud?And why am i so paranoid all the time?If only i were different...If only i didnt have a shitty life..yes..If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110656363337066570</id><published>2005-01-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T02:47:13.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LCM the PMS-er</title><content type='html'>Today was a super duper boring day.Why?Because,the whole day was all tutorials except for one chem lecture.haha then u know what i'm thinking then...YES.U guessed it!LCM the PMS-er.Its a monday so like everyone else,he experiences the monday blues.And since chem is in the afternoon,the atmosphere is hot,humid and totally undesirable.LCM gives a flick of his wrist and sends a few students out of the lecture theatre.&lt;br /&gt;"You have five minutes break!"He announces.&lt;br /&gt;The students argue for more.&lt;br /&gt;"You have four minutes left."He replies them calmly,tapping his index finger on his watch face.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron starts imitating LCM.Then pulls his pants up to his stomach waist area.A few guffaw here and there&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes has passed.&lt;br /&gt;Students come rushing in.&lt;br /&gt;The door closes and LCM begins his lecture on quantum physics.????&lt;br /&gt;He shows us pictures of Geniuses who found out about the position of the electrons which orbit around the nucleus  of an atom.&lt;br /&gt;He compliments Werner Heisenberg for being so handsome???&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.He still has gay fetishes over dead guys.&lt;br /&gt;He continues talking abt the other physicists like Ernest Rutherford and etc..&lt;br /&gt;My whole row experiences the heavy eyelid.Its contagious you see.&lt;br /&gt;"OEi no sleeping in my lecture!!"LCM raises his voice.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets up.Aiman starts playing kill-the-aliens on his hp.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally,the bell rings.Its OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Physics test was crap.just found out there was one today.didnt study for it obviously.failed super badly.7/17.woohoo!Am i dumb or what?hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:"The more precisely the POSITION is determined,the less precisely&lt;br /&gt;the MOMENTUM is known." haha does that make any sense to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110656363337066570?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110656363337066570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110656363337066570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110656363337066570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110656363337066570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/lcm-pms-er.html' title='LCM the PMS-er'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110637184542081737</id><published>2005-01-22T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:30:45.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory loss?</title><content type='html'>Sigh.Tired.I can't seem to remember simple things like what i did yesterday and so on.Only after like a few mins of thinking  then i can finally come up with what i did.But,i know yesterday was a blast.I realise i got more comfortable during the service and worship.Praise the lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4:40am today after only about two hours of sleep.Sent Jasmine off at the airport after eating breakfast at the Changi Kopi Tiam.The kaya toast was really good.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself going through the departure gates and wondering what it'd be like to fly alone to a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,theres nothing much to type but i hope that whatever happens to me in the near future is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110637184542081737?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110637184542081737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110637184542081737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110637184542081737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110637184542081737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/memory-loss.html' title='Memory loss?'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110627537945688051</id><published>2005-01-21T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T18:42:59.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere..</title><content type='html'>Today i feel absolutely horrible.My muscles in my legs hurt,I'm so tired but I can't sleep cos im super stressed over something i wont mention here and my crass sister has put such a thick layer of sawdust in my hamsters cage.I was so pissed!Over the past two days,since ive been away,she just piled sawdust in the cage and this sawdust covered the nozzle of the water dispenser thingy.So my poor hammies couldn't drink.@$#$@#!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Went to ignite yesterday and freaked out.I couldn't take the loud wails and screams.It was really painful for my ears.Now,im contemplating whether i should go tonight.Sigh i dont know.But someone told me i shouldn't depend on feelings.So i guess i'll go.However about bringing a friend...i dont wanna scare them.hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110627537945688051?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110627537945688051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110627537945688051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110627537945688051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110627537945688051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/somewhere.html' title='Somewhere..'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110596004908541370</id><published>2005-01-17T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T03:10:37.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wave of disgust</title><content type='html'>Indonesia has accused Singaporean football fans of causing them to lose the Tiger Cup through insensitive tactics such as executing Mexican waves,thus undermining morale by reminding them of how the tsunami has ravaged their country.-www.talkingcock.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110596004908541370?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110596004908541370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110596004908541370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110596004908541370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110596004908541370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/wave-of-disgust.html' title='Wave of disgust'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110593297073618482</id><published>2005-01-17T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:36:10.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore won the tiger cup!</title><content type='html'>Woohoo!Singapore football rocks.For now,that is.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,the singapore fans were jeering at the Indonesian fans who made up like less than 1/4 of the national stadium.The Indo fans were clad in white,waving their white and red flag enthusiastically while the Sg fans were in red doing the kallang wave.&lt;br /&gt;It was super funny when the Sg fans were singing goodbye to the indo fans after a 2-1 win.&lt;br /&gt;There were ppl frittering newspaper to throw at the crowd after a goal was scored.Lucky for the fine weather and smooth blowing winds that aided in its scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first game i'm attending, i must admit that it was pretty fun.This guy shouted "Wah lau ,pay $7 cannot see ah!" when the Lions didn't run to our side of the stadium with the trophy.ahha and whenever the indonesian players tugged a sg player's shirt,the fans will go 'BOO'.There were sg fans who claimed the referee was blind and needed to wear specs.Also,when it came to finding a substitute for the indonesian team,one sg fan shouted,"Ask the referee to go!"&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly,there were so many players getting injured until the fans thought they were faking it to buy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a red card was issued to the indo players,the  sg fans will scream with glee.Talking abt bad sportsmanship.haha oh well i was one of the jeerers.LOL.OH and tay ping hui was sitting behind us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats all i guess.And...as for the skipping school...i am experiencing the monday blues again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110593297073618482?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110593297073618482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110593297073618482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110593297073618482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110593297073618482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/singapore-won-tiger-cup.html' title='Singapore won the tiger cup!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110560764124593375</id><published>2005-01-13T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T19:45:13.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LCM</title><content type='html'>Today i will teach u the basic expectations of LCM,the acronyms for Leow chee man.OOh his mother must have hated him bad.At least CCC aka chee chong chai was nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LCM expects:&lt;br /&gt;-Students to arrive exactly on time-if not 5mins earlier- for his chem lectures.&lt;br /&gt;-Students are not supposed to visit the washrooms during lectures(as he suspects they scuttle home)&lt;br /&gt;-Marking of attendence is a prerequisite every chem lecture.(who the **** takes attendence in a lecture?!)&lt;br /&gt;-Students must sit in a row alongside their classmates.&lt;br /&gt;-Students are not allowed to utter a word during his lectures as the innocuous chatter may 'distract' him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LCM's mannerisms are that of a faggot.He kept flicking his wrist here and there to illustrate dramatic mood swings.He also took a helluva long time to finish his lecture on 'The balancing of chemical eqns'.Counting since yesterday,he took 2hrs 15mins to finish.He even tried to crack a lame joke abt A level students not being able to balance eqns correctly.I mean seriously...whats so funny?He also wasted 15 mins verbally reprimanding us for sitting at the back end of the LT.Bryan was damn pissed with him as he embarassed him by calling him specifically to sit in the front rows(I told u he was a fag who preyed on young boys).Then AAron fell asleep while i tried to sneak cajun-flavoured pringles into my mouth.But LCM kept turning his head after writing word for word on the whiteboard.Its not like we have the guts and lack of intellectual acuity to run off?&lt;br /&gt;Finally,we were saved by the bell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110560764124593375?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110560764124593375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110560764124593375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110560764124593375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110560764124593375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/lcm.html' title='LCM'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110552211835578747</id><published>2005-01-12T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T01:35:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyhey</title><content type='html'>Another boring day was spent walking solemly up and down the corridors in MI,waiting for my tutorial teacher (the ktv hostess) to appear.Finally,her long dyed-red hair could be seen flapping in the wind as she saunted from a corner.We quickly raced into the classroom to grab some chairs to sit down.That woman entered and began to randomly pick the class committee.She called it an 'election' and apparently she was the one choosing them.Annoying as she was(by not letting us go off early when the election was over),she seemed to be pretty nice to me today.Oh and MI is starting this fund-raising campaign for their new campus..trying to force the j1's to donate or force others to do so as well.In total,the amount collected for one card is up to $130.MI promises a free marathon t shirt for a card complete with signatures and $130 in cash.I think its sucha rip-off.I mean who wud want that t-shirt?*shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lecture was suuuperrrr borrring.The chem lecturer was pmsing and told everyone to shut up.So everyone did and Aaron began to draw superhero cartoons on some paper while i wrote a story abt a princess with lustrous locks.Xj was the only one listening cos she's super hardworking and stuff.Bryan too cos he's quite guai.The corrupted St pat guys were making crude jokes behind and laughing really loudly when they overheard this guy named 'Willis' introduce himself to us.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And i think my crashing days are over.Cos the ktv hostess actually cares whether u turn up for lectures or tutorials.Sigh.The story of my life.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110552211835578747?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110552211835578747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110552211835578747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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her mouth,surging fire and flame make their exit.&lt;br /&gt;I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;She looked almost nubile and then she gave me this irritating look that compelled me to give her this audaciously rude stare.I thought her bf ditched her or something.But if he did ,I've got this to say,"you did the right thing man!"&lt;br /&gt;Its like whats her problem?She kept walking up and down,back and forth,in between the rows of students in our classes.Then she stopped next to me and said i should attend school or she would inform the dm of my misconduct.She's like ,"You're not the only one who lives super far away..there are others who live further!"&lt;br /&gt;me:%$^#@#%^^&amp;%@#%%#!!!&lt;br /&gt;Horrors of all horrors,she is my chem teacher too!And today,she sat like super near me and my friends,keeping a close watch .urgh.Apparently ,there were others who agreed that she looked like a ktv hostess with her dyed hair and stilettos.The worst part was ...she wore pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also my chem lecturer who has a broken wrist.He parades up and down and in between the tables and chairs in a purple shirt tightly tucked in his  black pants in a wedgie.Sick is the word to describe it.At first,i thought he had braces on at his age but it turned out to be either coffee or nicotine stains on his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;To wrap the whole school-going thing up,SCHOOL SUCKS.Now, i may retire to my humble abode and sleep for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110543603654313715?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110543603654313715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110543603654313715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110543603654313715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110543603654313715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/ktv-hostess-i-call-my-home-tutor-who.html' title='The ktv hostess i call my home tutor who wore pink'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110533947703123102</id><published>2005-01-10T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:47:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flatbroke</title><content type='html'>Seventeen years after the fall of the Berlin wall, a 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All orders are guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..how do i start a bank account?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110533947703123102?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110533947703123102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110533947703123102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110533947703123102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110533947703123102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/flatbroke.html' title='flatbroke'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110533738619177673</id><published>2005-01-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:09:46.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>****</title><content type='html'>haha..It's a monday and i must say,i love mondays whenever i skip school.Waking up  at earthly hours,getting to watch CNA and Sesame street and not to forget,getting to go back to sleep again!&lt;br /&gt;This is the life!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't touched my bible in weeks.Let alone bringing my bible to church.&lt;br /&gt;Swum for only twenty minutes which is not good.&lt;br /&gt;Put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;Gorging myself with chocolate ice cream everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Prayed for only 1 minute before knocking off to sleep.I doubt i finished praying before drifting off into lala land.And i did tell myself i would get baptised this year.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt a horrible dream last nite.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more offensive,crude and profane.&lt;br /&gt;Some things im holding back for protection.I feel like a hypocrite when i smile at people i abhor to the core.But this year,i have learnt to be slightly more sensitive.In the past,i didnt really give a ****.This upsets me.&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday,at the riverbed we were laughing hysterically over stupid things.ok fine i admit,mean,cruel in a way.But i enjoyed it because it made me happy.This particular person we talked abt gave me the notion that she was a ******* b*tch.Narcissistic in nature and highly obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;oh well whatever.Nothing matters now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110533738619177673?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110533738619177673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110533738619177673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110533738619177673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110533738619177673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='****'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110502587346638394</id><published>2005-01-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T07:37:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eheh</title><content type='html'>Hung out with Rach today.It has been over a year since I've last seen her.&lt;br /&gt;Really fast time flies.Before u know it,I'd be at my deathbed.&lt;br /&gt;Listened to her talk about Josiah over and over again.Sigh.Girls are definately less complicated.After listening to her tattle on about how the jerk ignores her and pisses her off cosistently,I felt like punching him.argh.He's so idiotic.Any guy who makes a girl cry is a douchbag.Now u know why i hate guys.There is no good guy seriously.And the one guy i thought was alright turned out to be a *********** jerk.As long as ur name doesnt start with A,B,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,J,k,L,m,n,o,p,q,r,s....(which is basically every guy) then the above mentioned does not refer to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we were also discussing the sex life of certain ppl.Suuper funny and dumb.Guy B kept pestering Girl A for sex and then when she refused he cried profusely.sucha retard.After crying bucketloads,she finally relented and gave in to his sexual deprivations.The rest is censored.Rach cudnt help laughing hysterically aft listening to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to catch "meet the fockers" today.It was hilarious.There was  a horny dog who kept humping the cat and some doll.hahaha.Then there was the baby whose first word was 'ASSHOOLE'.ahhah so cuutee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures started today.I dont like my physics teacher.He is too inquisitive.Gp teacher didnt turn up and Math lecturer made us do math over and over again.Im gonna wag sch tmr and regular attendence will depend solely on my mood.Chinese lesson was funny cos she specifically mentioned how horrible acs guys' chinese were which embarassed them.Some students thought she couldn't speak english which was super hilarious.Cos they were going"chinese sucks".Well,thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110502587346638394?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110502587346638394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110502587346638394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110502587346638394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110502587346638394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/eheh.html' title='eheh'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110492784900722853</id><published>2005-01-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T04:24:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem time!</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem i wrote like last nite to describe my angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me peace O God,&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching lord and i pray it be yearning for u.&lt;br /&gt;My deepest sorrow may seem trivial,&lt;br /&gt;But MI now is my greatest upheaval..&lt;br /&gt;Please set my heart right God,&lt;br /&gt;and let ur will be done.&lt;br /&gt;May my tears be wiped,&lt;br /&gt;My lips break into a smile.&lt;br /&gt;O lord my results are in ur hands.&lt;br /&gt;Let my sacrifices be like candy to a child.&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphosis describes a positive change,&lt;br /&gt;Please God,&lt;br /&gt;let AC be within an arm's range!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!had grp photo today.I look terrible!As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110492784900722853?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110492784900722853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110492784900722853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110492784900722853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110492784900722853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/poem-time.html' title='poem time!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110483529728705902</id><published>2005-01-04T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T02:55:22.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>metamorphosis????</title><content type='html'>Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;And my mind just screamed for God to save me..&lt;br /&gt;School=boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the school campus for the 2nd time and almost died.&lt;br /&gt;Got a terrible headache.&lt;br /&gt;Learned the spastic sch song which is damn retarded.The boys sounded like they had their balls castrated when it came to the ending" bring glory to Millennia".&lt;br /&gt;Had to dance with the opposite sex.(i died of handpoisoning a couple of times)&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't dance properly and kept tripping.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation of what campus?The entire site ,totally decrepit.&lt;br /&gt;The almost-400m track,shared among the primary schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed a group of girls running down the hill in a desperate attempt to escape.&lt;br /&gt;St nicks girls with a buncha sji guys were ordering canadian pizza takeaways,gesturing frantically at the motorcyclist in the hope of getting his attention before the principal catches them.Can't blame them for the unpalatable yet exorbitant food available in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get a slip of paper to permit my leave after complaining of a migraine.&lt;br /&gt;Left with Evelyn and SJ.&lt;br /&gt;Got a lift from Queensway by dad and ended up in the library reading about the atrocities the japanese committed during WW2. This includes cannabalism.Sushi-thigh?What a gruesome lot!&lt;br /&gt;Found out that CY aka Chang Yu may be pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Read a friend's blog abt his pe department being crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110483529728705902?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110483529728705902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110483529728705902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110483529728705902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110483529728705902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2005/01/metamorphosis.html' title='metamorphosis????'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110475189481894304</id><published>2005-01-03T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T03:31:34.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>WEll,what can i say about today?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;-that it sucked?&lt;br /&gt;-MI's campus is totally dilapidated,old and looks as though its gonna collapse anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;-Orientation was totally boring and i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;-MI has such strict rules and regulations which they call 'standards'.Eg.No handphone is allowed to be used within the school premises,REgular hair and uniform checks will be carried out,Late comers have dc straight away and u have to like clean the toilets and mop the floors for one hr every fri.&lt;br /&gt;-The dm treats us like pri school kids making us sit on the floor in the sch hall which lacks basic technology like aircons.Birds can also be seen flying about within the school hall.(i pity the person whom the bird pissed on)&lt;br /&gt;-The campus is situated in some oolu(how to spell) place in between clementi and bukit batok.&lt;br /&gt;-school compound is super small and toilets dont have toilet paper inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing&lt;br /&gt;-made some friends who share the same aspirations as me.To get out of MI ASAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110475189481894304?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110466542465701549</id><published>2005-01-02T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T03:30:24.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sniff.......</title><content type='html'>OK so many tragedies have happened and all i think about is.....no more free newspaper and no more channel i!!!!!I'm gonna be superrrr bored ok.And channel five is not showing any nice shows.Its either boring movies or repeats of boring movies of which are boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110466542465701549?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110466542465701549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>NOOOOooooooooooo!!!AHH!!!!!!!shud never have clicked on spell check.FFFFff.damnit.&lt;br /&gt;ok ahem.LEt me start.AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!To all and esp to myself:)&lt;br /&gt;Came back from DEnice's hse.The lunch was great and the sleepover,grool(great+cool).&lt;br /&gt;Now,feasting on pizza and the 1.5 litre pepsi which i aspire to finish by myself by tonite!aha...poor benji and rach just had to be sick.But i wont be happy soon cos my headneckache is back for the final blow!Ate forknow.*guffaws*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on 2004....not really an exciting year.EXcept for the month december.DArn.If only there were 12 decembers a year.bummer.The beginning of 2004 all the way to november22 could be described in like two words.Plain boring.MY december was spent attending a lot of parties and getting sick due to hardcore partying most of the time.Late nights,early mornings!woohoo!Allowed my nocturnal instincts to kick in.hohoho.So that explains my knack for spotting couples making out behind bushes. Uncountable happenings going on!!Hard to keep track..Typhoon that came two months after typhoon season..Earthquakes measuring 9.0 on the richter scales..&lt;br /&gt;Then came the killer waves.Prayed many prayers for the victims.Overwheming responses.Multitudes of tears flowed.8.1% economic growth here.WOAH!yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;First S'pre idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolution...to survive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110458540836818825?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110458540836818825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110458540836818825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hour to start the fire at pit no.25.Waited patiently for the rest to arrive.LH and Marcel went to collect the jelly.haha had to get help from the othr pit to help us set up the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn was so disgusting.He dropped a chicken wing on the floor and then picked it up,put it back in the flames,claimed it was sterilised and offered it to the girls.Eileen made bee hoon and marinated the chicken wings.I cut the french loaf and spread garlic spread on it.Placed it on the wire mesh and waited for it to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel and KX started a drinking competition cos there were so many drinks left.Marcel won and ended up puking in the toilet.We were like omg he's pregnant!haha.ok lame.Well ,thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110442557516804144?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110433821868833037</id><published>2004-12-29T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T08:36:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZz</title><content type='html'>Had a super hard time trying to get on this com.This is all due to my brother being overly possessive.urgh annoying brat.Right now,im typing out the mission diary in which i wrote all the stuff the team did over in the Philippines.Having a hard time doing that cos my eng is so Lan and i dunno which style i should write it in.Somemore i have to type everything out by this week.AH!!To make myself feel worse,I'm still working on day 1.Wracking my brains for more powerful vocabulary without verbosity.My brain is like this wireless cord right now.Ok whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today,this stupid bird shat on my hair.I didn't know until i came home and ran my finger through my hair.There was this white stuff and i smelt it to verify what the substance was.Unfortunately.it wasnt twink cos I havent used stationary in a long time besides sundays.heh..expectedly i screamed and ran to the bathroom to wash it off with loads of shampoo.I think i must have used a lot cos the floor was covered in foam and bubbles.Oh well..the story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with my hamsters just now.They are sooo cuuuuteeeeeee!!i can't stand it.I video-ed them like three times at different angles on different things.wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Kung fu hustle today with Ryu.It was damn lame and funny.That Stephan chow is so retarded.Brought home the gigantic lollipop and tried to sell it to my sister for five bucks.haha im sucha ripper.But i make a great saleswoman.She tried to negotiate with ten cents.Wadda cheat.Even the factories dont produce a lollipop for that price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,im on msn wondering where Liang hong is.I like LH cos he thinks i make a good counsellor:)And i think I make a good counsellor too!yay!lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110433821868833037?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110433821868833037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110433821868833037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110433821868833037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110433821868833037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/12/zzz.html' title='ZZz'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110424898117787291</id><published>2004-12-28T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T07:49:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking pissed with my stupid brother.So damn irritating.He is driving me craZYYYYyy!!!Interloper,annoying pest-like scum inbetween toes,the bane of my life,the leech which clings onto u.......ARGH!!i can't stand it ok.Keeps playing Simple Plan's latest album over and over again.CAlled me a butch.WTH!?!Look at him.A skinny,scrawny,emaciated pole-like POW with not much fats whatsoever.Not even lean some more.Think he's so hot when he looks like one of those jap homosexuals in those mangas.Bloody narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,went to karen's hse for my haircut.haha i got lost on some hill.Took me like 1 hr plus to get there man.Bukit batok is like really ooolluuuu...But kinda kewl to travel.Fell asleep on my way back.ZZZZz.The haircut is bizarre.yipeee.But my brother called me a butch.I wanna castrate him man.The jerk doesnt know what is style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110424898117787291?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110424898117787291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110424898117787291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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think.boohoohoo.So theres no clique to hang out with.Mel is at home dunno doing what.(hahah prolly eating*oops*) Now i have no appetite.She went for cosplay yest without inviting me huh?! think i dunno!lol nah jk..i know i just din remember telling u that i was not free for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;Attended keane's farewell party..lucky i called leon man or else i wouldnt have known he was gonna go to Toronto.They played soccer and for the first time i didnt play.Cos of my stupid heels.damnit i hate being a girl.Nvm from next year onwards im gonna go back to the prim and proper GRace.yay.FREEDOM is all i ask!sheesh.i never get to do what i want.Doing what ppl want me to do.GGRRrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,went to Melvin's bbq.Haha was quite fun despite the shortage of ppl.Ben did his famous rendition of "give me oyyeel in my lamp".haha damn funny.Then there was the lucky draw and stuff.We were also having a fun time discussing what the couples were doing at the rocks or in the tent.oh well thats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110411439637325718?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110411439637325718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110411439637325718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110411439637325718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110411439637325718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-u-ever-gave-me-were-open-wounds.html' title='all u ever gave me were open wounds'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110381465785447789</id><published>2004-12-23T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T07:10:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala</title><content type='html'>yay!!!I have finally finished making all my x mas cards.But,due to my financial instability,i must apologise to those who ddon't recieve one.So it boils down to two things..thank God i'm broke or i just don't like u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110381465785447789?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110363314947248372</id><published>2004-12-21T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T04:57:03.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boreddd</title><content type='html'>Today,went to swissotel for some job briefing with ting en and aileen.WAh lau the guy talk so much damn sian.JERk keep us back for so long waste my time and now im freggin broke.DAMNIT.Can't go anywhere.Then tmr i must bake blue cookies.I mean who da hell bakes blue cookies?!&lt;br /&gt;My mum is sucha stingepot.buay tahan man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man listening to myself and listening to my mum is too deafening.My headache is gone.WOOHOO!*thanks God profusely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh my my DAD has a growth in his colon i suspect.Then he's going out with his friend just aft his the colonoscopy(is that how u spell it?).Hopefully it isnt cancerous or malignant.I can't believe his friend, who knows abt his condition asked him out.What kind of friend is he man?wah lau want my father to die faster is it.JERK.this world is full of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much flatulence.URGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.I hope my christmas party will be a blast cos its the only one i'll be attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110363314947248372?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110363314947248372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110363314947248372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110363314947248372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110363314947248372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/12/boreddd.html' title='boreddd'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110350769569088175</id><published>2004-12-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T17:54:55.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny stuff</title><content type='html'>hahaha this is so funny.Belinda is prom queen?!wth were the judges thinking man?!Are they like blind just like everyone else?oh well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMNIT THIS IS SO FREAKING PAINFUL!!!OK IM TOTALLY DYSFUNCTIONAL NOW BUT WHY MUST I BE SO FREGGINNNNN SICK!?please let me dieee!!!!ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.make me walk.Ouch my feet so pain and full of blisters now.JERK.I hate u!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DAmnit ill get a four-wheeler and mow u over.wahahahha!*snicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110350769569088175?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110350769569088175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110350769569088175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110350769569088175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110350769569088175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/12/funny-stuff.html' title='funny stuff'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110335148816302544</id><published>2004-12-17T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:31:28.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splitting headache</title><content type='html'>I have a splitting headache.So darn pain.I feel like throwing up and just dying.Really.Its that bad.I'm so freggin depressed.The only thing i can do is like sleep and sleep for all eternity.But then again,even if i werent sick with gastric and this headache what wud i be doing?Yes,the same exact boring shit!&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror and i'm a wreck.I went to popular and instead of buying christmas cards i bought WTH?!WUTHERING HEIGHTS?!what is wrong with me?!Helloo grace yu do not read classics!Not only am i sick physically i am sick mentally.This is the most depressing thing i have ever done.Suddenly nothing matters anymore.Tv doesnt captivate(hoho i dont think u wanna know what the hebrew meaning for captivate is.But thats not what i mean if u get what i mean.Like eew?!) me much and right now i dont even care whether Baby lives to see tommorrow.DAMNIT! i wanna go back to the philippines and stay there forever and ever and never come back.At least i was only depressed about one thing there.But here?!hohoho!EVERYThing!ok maybe i dont wanna go back and stay forever and ever.MY brain screams for release,for freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my own viewing pleasure...for those who read this crap dont take it to heart that i hate u.Cos i hate u!I hate all of u!!!I'm like this spoilt brat right now screaming for my mother to buy me some barbie doll.But the truth is..i dont like barbie dolls.I hate them!Do u know what  a leech is?It keeps clinging on to u and sucks ur blood.yup i have a leech.A really big one!Its giving me a headache.I wanna kill it.But i can't.oh welll whatever.who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAy christmas is here again!whopee!i can't wait to be alone.I can't wait to puke my partially digested fruit cake out again.My two favourite cousins are in nz now.How lovely.AT least they get the snow!!what do i get?!DAMNIT.ok i shudnt curse.*breathes in breathe out&lt;br /&gt;be calm.....heck i dotn want any bbq anymore.Who cares if its the last time i see u man!I have selective memory anyway.bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110335148816302544?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110302199457876694</id><published>2004-12-14T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T03:07:08.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!The terror is back to terrorise you!</title><content type='html'>yay im back from the simple life part 3.Where toilets dont flush properly and moths flutter in them.I have a bad headache a very bad one and my siblings have directly caused the spread of this migraine.I can't get a jab because the medicine has been expired for three years and not only will it kill the headache it will kill me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to type about my trip so i'd rather not say anything.But right now,all i can remember are the now prominent welts all over my arms due to the evil mossies the size of giant mossies(sorry abt my level of comparison i don't know what to compare them with)which bit me.I must say, either the mossies hate me or love me.However i'd like to think love me.Sniff.cos then at least..i now know....nature has a soft spot for me unlike the evil monkey -which i yet to name mojo jo jo-who chased after me to bite me.sigh can't they express their affinity for me in a different, less painful way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those nine days were simply uplifting for me really.I got rid of my boredom and I actually made use of myself for once in my life,besides being mossie bait and tilay's chew toy.I also learned to be contented with and thankful for what i have.I also got to know the people in our church a little better which is good in a way so i can relate to different types of ppl better.ok im getting tired typing now.My neck really hurts owwwwchhhhhhhhhh!!!!!I'm anticipating the following year to be a blessing unto those in developing countries.or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im still wondering why blogspot homepage is in chinese!!URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110302199457876694?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110302199457876694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110302199457876694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110302199457876694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110302199457876694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-backthe-terror-is-back-to-terrorise.html' title='I&apos;m back!!The terror is back to terrorise you!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110190190435205961</id><published>2004-12-01T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T03:51:44.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I went swimming with melissa at the ssc.The security guard was so annoying and kept insisting that only my mother can sign guests in.Irritating!!!I mean really,why must the security be so tight?I doubt there are other clubs like that.I mean last time the security guards let me and my friends through.My mother had to speak to the receptionist before the woman finally agreed to let me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pool there was this really hot guy!!!*drools&lt;br /&gt;haha.joking lah.He wasn't hot he was cute.After swimming,we went to cine leisure but all the show times were too late so we went shopping instead.Window shopping that is...I bought a lot of food.Movenpick ice cream,churros and cookies..ok swimming was redundant again.haha but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY i can't wait to go on the mission trip!!!*will be away from 3-12 dec*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110190190435205961?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110190190435205961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110190190435205961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ago....i'm still waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110172897225280391?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110172897225280391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110172897225280391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110172897225280391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110172897225280391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/time-is-of-essenceadapted-from.html' title='Time is of the essence(adapted from RAgnarok)'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110172769222453075</id><published>2004-11-29T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T03:28:12.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>Today,I  finally managed to get Marcel aka jin rui to book a chalet which is double storeyed.&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord cos i prayed!!Phew..and then i went to meet my senior for lunch.He gave me a cd with all the songs he composed and stuff.When i went home to listen to it i couldn't help but cringe cos the singing was awful.heh heh.But the guitar playing was fabulous.So i don't know how to tell him in a nice way that he shouldn't sing.haha.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,i went to the esplanade library to check it out.Its pretty cool but really quiet.Then,i went to ssc to swim and i fell asleep in the bus on the way home.At home, i fell asleep again and woke up to eat dinner.yup thats about it.-__-So in conclusion,swimming makes u tired:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110172769222453075?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110172769222453075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110172769222453075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110172769222453075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110172769222453075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110145774130472973</id><published>2004-11-26T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T00:29:01.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn</title><content type='html'>Today is another boring day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 6+am to rush to the airport to see the first grp of mission troopers off.Then i went to aljunied to wait for my bible study teacher which either didnt appear or waited somewhere else?I waited for like one hour plus ok!!!I even walked all the way to the church to look for her and they were having some camp there so she wasnt there.So in conclusion,i became wet and unhappy.I went home ,turned on the tv and ate a whole lot of junkfood to ease my anger but i wasnt really angry.I was neutral.This shows what a pushover i am.Then i had to cancel my kayaking trip around east coast.sniff.oh well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched smallville for like a looonnng time.So nice.LEx luthor is so coool!!!!haha ok thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110145774130472973?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110145774130472973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110145774130472973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110145774130472973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110145774130472973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/yawn.html' title='yawn'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110135292763377352</id><published>2004-11-25T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:22:07.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>It is such a nice and sunny day and i have decided to attend the CI for the first three months.This is so unfair.But who said life was fair?Anyway i think i am being punished or something cos my printer has run out of ink and i cannot print the verification slip of my application.First i end up in the CI then they say everything is based on merit before choice.Now i want to pull all my hair out.No actually i don't have to ,it is happily falling out by itself already.Please God let me get into my first choice for the first three months!!!I'll try to be a good girl:)really.Sigh...three months of nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110135292763377352?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110135292763377352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110135292763377352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110135292763377352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110135292763377352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110129698259415870</id><published>2004-11-24T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T03:53:17.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings by the girl who left the party before it started</title><content type='html'>hahaha!I went to school for the graduation ceremony and left before the buffet.Or was it just plain catered food which just consisted of fried chicken wings already soggy after being covered miserably by gladwrap.Oh i feel such pain for the chicken.Ok maybe it is my stomach who feels the pain.But i am glad because the food is high in cholestrol and saturated fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ripped open my results slip thingy and realised to my utmost horror that my school did not moderate my grades.ARGH.It said"you are eligible for a centralised institute."And i am like wtf is that ite?phew it wasnt lah.So i guess maybe i'll just attend the ci for like three months so i dont have much to catch up when i attend a jc (thats if i get in with my o level grades).This will teach me to study hard-ER.Why am i so ill disciplined?*smacks forehead with palm(and im still pissed over my eng grades cos the teacher obviously did not correct the calculation error but i dont care).I am sinking into the intervening abyss of ehh...nonchalence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to work for the first time in my life.Though i dont know what kind.I mean im quite hopeless when it comes to serving people because people serve me?lol.And i have a short fuse.If there is a rude customer who is unreasonable or something i'll probably pour drinks all over him or her.Then i'll be sacked.But its ok as long as i get the experience. Work experience i mean.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to melissa's hse and played with chipee-chan and her baby hammies.They are so cute!!!She's gonna give me two so that i can look after them.yay.I watched smallville and shrek 2 and ate a lot of chocolate.Looks like my work out yesterday was redundant.Which means...i have to go swimming again tmr.But im too lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy!!It is 7.44 and my brother is not at home.He is out with his friends which is a good sign.Nowunder i feel so free..and nowunder i can use the com without having to scream.&lt;br /&gt;I even fixed the toiletbowl flush.I mean it was running just now and i switched off the tap and it stopped!!Then i turned the tap again and it started running again.But who careS?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what the singpass letter looks like?I dont remember recieving it last year..i'm dead if i dont find it or find out the password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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started'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110117953646681900</id><published>2004-11-23T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:12:16.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet</title><content type='html'>yay!!!I have lost like 2kg!!weee!!FRom 44kg to 42kg!Isn't that great?Now i need to lose another 2kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going swimming today and im waiting for my brother to get out of the shower so that we can go together.ARGH he takes soooo looongggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh so much things i wanna do during the holidays.But i don't know which one to do first.Then i must pick the right people to go out with for the right activity and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i wanna do:&lt;br /&gt;-watch most of the movies&lt;br /&gt;-go to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;-go to sentosa&lt;br /&gt;-visit kranji war memorial(don't ask me why)&lt;br /&gt;-go to the science centre&lt;br /&gt;-ice skating!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok there is more but i just cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110117953646681900?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110117953646681900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110117953646681900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110117953646681900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110117953646681900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/diet.html' title='The Diet'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110109530061100530</id><published>2004-11-22T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:48:20.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mooning</title><content type='html'>Everytime i feel like writing the server is either out of service or there is some error with the blogspot thingy.argh.Actually my blog is off-limits for reading cos really my life is boring and what i type is boring.I'm gonna keep mooning(whatever that means) and brooding over somewhat trivial matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start so yeah..I'm just a kid and my life is a nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up it was 7. I waited till11 .Just to figure out that no one would call .I think I've got alot of friends But I don't hear from them. What's another night all alone? When you're spending every day on your own...&lt;br /&gt;     And here it goes I'm just a kid And life is a nightmare .I'm just a kid .I know that it's not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me .And maybe when the night is dead I'll crawl into my bed staring at these 4 walls again. I'll try to think about the last time I had a good time. Everyone's got somewhere to go &amp; they're gonna leave me here on my own. And here it goes I'm just a kid And life is a nightmare .I'm just a kid .I know that it's not fair Nobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than me What the fuck is wrong with me ?Don't fit in with anybody. How did this happen to me? Wide awake I'm bored &amp;amp; I can't fall asleep And every night is the worst night ever .. most of all noone ever listens to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make the best of my life .To stay at home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110109530061100530?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110109530061100530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110109530061100530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110109530061100530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110109530061100530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/mooning.html' title='mooning'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110083875368271761</id><published>2004-11-19T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:32:33.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>YES!ITS OVER!woohoo!The only problem now is that.......i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;sob.Not fair!I must stay at home and do nothing.So boring.Then esther is going to taiwan.So theres noone here to play with.BORING BORING BORING BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110083875368271761?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110083875368271761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110083875368271761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110083875368271761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110083875368271761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110067080407549093</id><published>2004-11-17T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:53:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wohoo!!</title><content type='html'>YES!one more paper ok maybe just two more!!!Then im finished!!I mean its finished.eheh..I hate geog eew...Hopefully i get at least B3 for humanities or im dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,melissa came to my house and we started eating and eating and eating.Then i found my bro's njc bear on the floor and there were white coloured plastic balls falling out from in between it's legs.HAHA it was damn funny and both of us were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"It's balls are falling out!"hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go shopping after the os  then im gonna go on some super diet to prepare me for the mission trip.I want my stomach to shrink so that i can tolerate hours of starvation.yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110067080407549093?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110067080407549093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110067080407549093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110067080407549093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110067080407549093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/wohoo.html' title='wohoo!!'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110057869273589011</id><published>2004-11-16T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:18:12.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no</title><content type='html'>ok im starting to freak out..i cant remember a thing.Ok maybe i can remember A THING but not everything.crap what to do waht to do *bites nails&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo dead!!!!!How am i gonna get like a distinction for my humans.My ss already very screwed then now..my geog..im so dead.why must i learn human geog..WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be common sense but i lack that six sense.sniff...If only i had more time.If only if only if only................................&lt;br /&gt;EVeryone is like going on a holiday while the sec fours are busy mugging.NOT FAIR!boohooo hooo..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110057869273589011?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110057869273589011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110057869273589011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110057869273589011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110057869273589011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-no.html' title='oh no'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-110043014178529289</id><published>2004-11-14T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T03:02:21.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloop</title><content type='html'>ok my brother is in the shower as i type..ok he spotted me ok im dead.He's starting to nag like my mother.*rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem..i went to sleep for like three hours cos im so tired and i dont know why.Drank some tea and started to write notes for geog.I intended to study four chapters but at this rate,i think ill have to take the risk(like what i did for bio)and just study two.*fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till the exams are over!!!Then i can like sleep and sleep and sleeeeppppppppppp!I love sleeping.It used to be my hobbie for like the past three years .I never get sick of it.Besides sleeping theres eating.Everybody thinks i got gastric becos i dont eat or i starve myself or whatever.But just becos im a health freak when it comes to fatty food doesnt mean i dont pig out ok.Those stupid typhoid pills were supposed to be swiss made and the label said mild gastritis or whatever.But three jabs to even have a peaceful 6 hr sleep is so not mild.On top of that i had to beg my parents to send me to the hospital but they refused.I still have flatulence and its so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the first two months i can do volunteer work for the SPCA.I dont wanna go cjc.NEVER!EVER!I mean it took me quite some time to come up with the right decision.The next step would be to buy an aquarium for my goldfish and then some friends to accompany him.Cos he really does look lonely and sad.Oh well ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna go stone again.I have been stoning for a very long time.Which means my brain has been inactive for like 48 hours.Man i love stoning!!I was doing it the whole day yesterday and today.But of course not now lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-110043014178529289?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/110043014178529289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=110043014178529289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110043014178529289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/110043014178529289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/bloop.html' title='bloop'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109988463340663309</id><published>2004-11-07T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:30:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shane rocks</title><content type='html'>SHANE.... why oh why must u refuse to act in another movie?sniff.U look so cool in ur medic outfit and u didnt even need a weapon to run away without being hit by a kraut.When i get rich i promise to buy the bob dvd and re-watch it a million times until u come out with a new movie.yay.Because if i get  blind from watching too much i'll fly to england and kill u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.I am happy to announce that i am not longer depressed.Piss me off and u die.However i dunno what is wrong with me but i didnt do a three mark qn and now i wont be able to get 100% so i have to stick with 97% and i better get an A for e maths or ill fly to england to kill the marker.even when its clearly not their fault but mine.But i know that during that period of time i won't be in the right state of mind to determine who's fault it is cos ill be so freggin angry.oh well what to do?Life goes on and shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109988463340663309?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109988463340663309/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>shit</title><content type='html'>ok shit.im dead.Totally screwed up all my papers.Don't know whether i am fit to judge my performance because of my emotional instability.lol.or rather,inferiority complex.sigh.&lt;br /&gt;My face is like totally disfigured by pimples.Its all becos of this stupid exam.urgh.If i get horrid grades its like a waste of my effort and...sniff my poor face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109953660342835490?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109953660342835490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109953660342835490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109953660342835490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109953660342835490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/shit.html' title='shit'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109936687418844115</id><published>2004-11-02T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:41:14.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucks</title><content type='html'>one word.screwed.I didn't even finish the paper and all that i wrote was like rubbish.WHY?&lt;br /&gt;WHY...oh why is my life so screwed.I studied so hard for ss.....sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:life sucks then u die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109936687418844115?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109936687418844115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109936687418844115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109936687418844115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109936687418844115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/11/sucks.html' title='sucks'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109927718350601655</id><published>2004-11-01T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:46:23.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello grace u rule</title><content type='html'>It is a lovely monday morning and i choose to spend my time on the computer to ruin my already ruined eyesight.I am proud to say that I have such determination and perseverence because i mugged from like 11 until 2+am.woah.LIke including toilet break and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,When i woke up on this fine morning,at like 9.30am,I realised that I do not remember most of my work.So,I make my way towards the kitchen to douse a glass of water with a few vitamins and Ginkgo Biloba capsules down my throat.And I can remember!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that joce can meet me on this fine day so that we can mug together till the sun goes down.Oh!!!How lovely ..Today's weather report confirms that there won't be any showers.But at the same time it cannot be confirmed,afterall,my eyes have developed a form of visual impairment..sniff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho first day of the month!!A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month.(heh we used to carry out the literal meaning in pri school.ahh those were the days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109927718350601655?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109927718350601655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>ahhh..i admired him from afar...so so so..impeccable,immaculate.Sucha nice hairdo.ahhh...lol jk.haha i sound like im some stalker.Maybe im just bored.Yeah i am.Wait no im not.ok i am.no im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap i dont know why but yesterday my brain kept repeating 'relative velocity " when i was wondering whether i should skip tuition or not.But i skipped it anyway.yay!lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap ss is like on tuesday!!!ahhh!!!!and im afraid i wont be able to remember or all the stuff i studied so hard for wont come out or something.*bites nails anxiously&lt;br /&gt;And my method of answering is like weird?ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and all the best to those who are taking the Os on tuesday!!God bless and remember he is in control.lol im like so contradicting.My attitude so does not reflect complete trust.*breathes in breathes out&lt;br /&gt;But its alright to be abit nervous right?eheh.well heres a quote i took of from the bible for encouragement."I have fought the good fight,I have finished the race,i have kept the faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!last day of the month!!!wooohooo!!!eh why am i so happy?oh yes tmr is the start of the 22 day count down!yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109923011662179170?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109923011662179170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109923011662179170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109923011662179170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109923011662179170'/><link 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people are just jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;that it takes years to build up trust,and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.&lt;br /&gt;that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.&lt;br /&gt;that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off.&lt;br /&gt;that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;that we are responsible for what we do,unless we are celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;that there is a fine line between genius and insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109901986978984610?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109897565733702324</id><published>2004-10-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T08:00:57.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lololo</title><content type='html'>YES!FINALLY!It's over!!!Bio prac is OVER!!!wooohooo!!!It was alright i could actually do it.But we had to draw a PRAWN?!So gross ok.They gave us gloves but forgot the nosepeg?It STANK.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to observe every detail to be able to draw a DETAILED drawing of the stupid prawn.It had some kind of black liquid coming out of somewhere of it's body.EEEW..*shivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109897565733702324?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109871908585644346</id><published>2004-10-25T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T02:26:46.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho</title><content type='html'>Life has been abysmal so far.My face has erupted with pimples,i am deemed an ignoramus by my crass brother and im starting to wonder whether i am suffering from any kind of mental illness like dementia or Alzheimer's disease cos my memory is deteriorating and I am beginning to master the arts of talkingtooneself. My social studies exam falls on a tuesday which happens to be my favourite day of the week because i happen to be available as in there-is-time-to-waste that kind of available.Then my bio prac is like on this thursday and im afraid cos im just afraid as in that panicky but not panicky kind of afraid.So i just went to watch a movie and i sorta watched nickelodean(is that how u spell it?i have mild dyslexia.i mean is that even english?)and national geographic.AHHH!!! i love NG.Its sooo cool and it was abt whether the story of troy was real or bluff.Fortunately ,Troy actually exists and it isnt a lost city anymore.Turns out that the city of troy is like underneath 6 layers of bedrock.So in all there are actually nine or something.So cool!!!STacked on top of each other.Then there were lots of inscriptions in some kind of language intermmediate between turkish and greek or something on some ancient seal which some german dude found.This dude is psycho.He like used a trench and dug some hole in between the layered sediments and now archeologists are like freggin pissed cos ur like supposed to be careful when excavating stuff.Apparently Mr S found some jewellery which came before the bronze age and he sorta forced his wife to wear them and took some picture of her.Oh and some turkish archeologist who has white hair has this cool drill which derives some parts of the earth and found out that there are marine deposits in them.So the people in troy actually dug some 100m long channel in which water flowed through so that the people can collect water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah went to melissa's hse and played with chippee-chan and she is so cuuuuteee!!!so fat and chubby and i fed it seafood.ok thats all.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109871908585644346?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109824646076022405</id><published>2004-10-20T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T21:27:40.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kappesh</title><content type='html'>hahaha!My brother is so spastic but quite innovative.He has this green card thingy whereby he has to get people to donate and he has to return it to school by today.So since he didnt get anyone to donate he decided to donate the money himself.The good thing is that u can donate any amount.haha then he started coming up with names and writing them down on the slots and forging all their signatures with $0.10 written next to the scribbles.haha my goldfish ended up donating too.I helped him come up with pammy and shane taylor.hahaha..He doesnt know how to forge signatures properly cos the whole row of signatures look exactly the same;lmao!Oh and my mum also helped him come up with names.All those people who are of great importance to him ended up having $0.5 or $1 written next to their phony signatures.Then he calculated the total amount $2.hahahaahaha.DAmn funny then we read out what the back said.."any amount will be greatly appreciated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im getting sick again.It must be becos of the aircon.After it got repaired i started sneezing and my nose started running. well whatever.I just hope i'll be cured by the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109824646076022405?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109824646076022405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109824646076022405' title='0 Comments'/><link 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today.Dunno what i was doing.Tripped on the step before entering the bathroom in the morning.I mean doesnt everyone say that being blind sorta increases ur sensitivity and awareness?Anyway ive been pigging out again.Just bought a huge packet of chips plus coke and biscuits and those sour sweets.So nice and i just shoved them in my mouth and started laughing like some hyena cos they were all spewing out of my mouth in chunks.Most of it fell on my calculator cos i was doing maths.I can't believe i fell asleep while doing my maths.Im so bored.Really bored.And boredom doesnt make u study.But incomplete work makes u feel abysmal.Like all the time.lalala...went to school today to go thru my bio paper.haha i got like 55%.heck man.I'm still having this idealistic dream of getting 8 pts.yay.Makes me so happy when i think abt my aims.Then comes the real results..so yeah.My teacher used to say that people study to prove to others that they are not stupid while others study cos of peer pressure,or their parents force them to or studying is just their life.So why do i study?Because im bored and my o levels are coming and i don't want to end up getting shit results which will give my brother a chance to slander me.Damnit i hate his guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant my life be more exciting?Everything is just so boringgggggggggg.I'd rather have a short ,exciting life rather than a long,dreary and boring life.Theres no river or nice cool breeze pollution-free outside my window.and i wish that computers were never invented cos writing letters are so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109817577396949274?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109817577396949274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109817577396949274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109817577396949274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109817577396949274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/toot_19.html' title='toot'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109809827001253036</id><published>2004-10-18T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T07:22:15.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poof</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I wanna kill my brother.I can't believe him.Now i hate him more than ever.I was so nice to lend him my ezi link card cos he lost his card or misplaced it.WTF.It's like in a boys school now.Cos he LOST it!!how the toot am i gonna get it back now?!!?!!?!?!!I whacked the shit out of him.I hope he gets nightmares and it bugs him for the rest of his life if he actually has a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!ok i have no idea why i am so happy today.Maybe becos i have just pigged out again.I went shopping with meli and bought limited addition jap erasers plus some facial scrub and bath foam.I went to the ntuc and bought canned alphabet vegetable soup.yipee!My brother is demanding me to turn on the fan when just five secs ago he accused me of taking his money.What does he take me for?! his slave?I can't wait to get out of my hse and live on my own with baby.Thats if,he lives that long.sniff.Death is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,i went to sch and prac was alright i think and i kinda swore when my test tube fell(it didnt break) and the contents spilled on my bench-top.I have been very vulgar recently.I don't know why.I'm becoming worse cos i havent sworn once in a day for like a year.haha not like its any big deal or anything but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see a freggin shrink!I memorised like most of the physics definition after i got yelled at by u know who u are.Well he sounded like he was screaming but i guess he was more shocked.After that i was so freaked out cos yeah even my mother doesnt yell at me for this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109809827001253036?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109794015063209725</id><published>2004-10-16T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T08:22:30.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck u and fuck off</title><content type='html'>I hate him.To the core.I hope he dies and rots in hell for all eternity.I want to de-gut him and impale him straight thru the heart where it hurts most.Unfortunately,he does not have a heart so  i cant do that.I want to rip out all his entrails until they are lying in a bloody heap in front of him.Thats when blood starts percolating and gurgling out of his mouth.His knees go weak and he falls to the ground face first and a sickening crack can be heard as his skull hits the ground.Crimson red Blood seeps in between the cracks on the ground forming a shallow pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last words that escaped his lips were,"please don't do this...im sorry...i wont ever do what i did to u ever again."The first time he apologised(and the last)&lt;br /&gt;He was ignored.His bloody trembling hands were shaking vigorously and uncontrollably.Such pain coursed through him.Such pain he had never endured or felt before.A strong surge of ennui overwhelmed him...Did it take physical pain to make him feel emotional pain?&lt;br /&gt;What was so human about him?He fueled his ego by cursing others and making them feel useless,hopeless and incapable of anything.He was empowered by insecurity.It controlled him.It provoked,pierced and finally destroyed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he deserve all this?YES.He did.He provoked and insulted the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109794015063209725?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109773988549871880</id><published>2004-10-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:44:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha Ha Ha!I can't believe i fell asleep while studying chemistry.My lids were getting heavier and heavier ; the music from the radio sounded soo distant; and slowly, my eyelids just closed.Woke up to the sounds of my phone beeping with the stupid yellow light blinking.I looked down at my crumpled ex bk and saw a colourless pool of slimy liquid ...haha nah jk lah.I don't drool in my sleep.Then i got up and im like "oh no!" how could i?!But i think i studied a lot today.So far i just touched organic chem.haha 'touched'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.I realised after doing my e maths i cant do a lot of qns.boo hoo hoo.There are ppl who get like 100% for o level e maths.So to get an  A u have to like score 90%?!If i scored 90% for any paper id probably die of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my brother.He keeps tempting me to go out and watch a movie with him.ARGH!Ha ha yesterday was pretty funny.My mum bought him this cake and for some reason the candles were lousy.Cos she lighted the candles and then she started running arnd looking for the camera.After she found it and after taking two shots,she realised that no photo was taken.So she started freaking out and going hysterical.She was like "the candles are melting!!!!" and i was like "duh..aren't candles supposed to be burnt?" She refused to blow out the candles and then relighting them again.So in the end we used the camera in the phone and the candles were all shrivelled up at the end of the photo taking session.It was hilarious.Cos all the yellow wax started flowing down onto the cake with only the black wick remaining.wahahaha.She got pissed when we laughed so much cos we cudnt keep still while looking at the phone camera thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109773988549871880?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109773988549871880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109773988549871880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do?!Anyway,i have been eating too much i think.I don't know im just sooo sooo tremendously hungry!!!!!I just ate my dinner and im still hungry.Plus lunch breakfast and dinner was totally saturated in saturated fat content.If ya get what i mean.I am utterly disgusted with myself.abjectly mortified. is there such a word?eh whatever.heck.My eng like shit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Today,was the last day of school.My teacher ordered pizza and cake for us all to feast on.Then it's my brother's birthday today so my mother bought a cake so ill be eating more fattening food.CRap...i had like two starch-filled potato balls.so filling.*burp&lt;br /&gt;I was eating like a pig and abit of my pork ribs fell into my glass of water.Then i saw all the fat floating on the surface of the water.After that i stopped eating altogether.lalalalalala..YES! no sch tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109766800031921857?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109766800031921857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109766800031921857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109766800031921857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109766800031921857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/grace-grace-grace.html' title='grace grace grace'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109755623850552653</id><published>2004-10-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:43:58.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>ARgh!!!my brother is a horrible boy.He keeps stuffing his disgusting filthy pink bolster in my face as i type this.What is his problem?!And he keeps singing the lifehouse-Everything song.Now he is lying on my parents bed with one sock left dangling on his  right foot,staring at me with those squinty eyes of his.He keeps fantasizing about lauren.Yesterday through dinner,he told me about lauren asking him out to play basketball or something.Then she will be passing him his birthday present.He keeps bugging me to lend him my calculator.HE even used my mathematical instruments without asking.Then when it was my math exam i couldnt find it.I just smacked him real hard on his butt.So now its pretty quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,woke up at like 9am when i was supposed to wake up at like 7am.Did some e math.So much hw ok.Physics chem bio math.*faints ok gtg mug for bio now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109755623850552653?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109755623850552653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109755623850552653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109755623850552653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109755623850552653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109749129608829531</id><published>2004-10-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T03:41:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dadadee</title><content type='html'>Today was an alright day.YEst i tried to sleep early for once in my entire life.9pm!!!And i couldnt sleep.Woke up at five and started mugging for bio.Then fell asleep almost instantaneously.Woke up again at arnd 6.50am.Super late.haha.But Grace doesn't care.Went to school and my teacher started crying.I think my principal is like pressurizing her cos my class is the slackiest class in the whole level.Justin offered her a tissue and promised her he'd be good or something.For the first time in like never,my class became so quiet.Poor mrs lin.I mean i felt as though it was partially my fault that she got into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i was pretty good today.Smiling that sickly-sweet smile that can make people freak out.I didn't have a BF so i was wondering why on earth i was in sucha good mood.I even helped give out ss worksheets today.I didn't even cringe when my chairman told me he got like 74.5% for bio and &lt;strong&gt;CLAIMED &lt;/strong&gt;that he didn't study.When i mugged like shit and got 61%.Then he was beginning to whine about u know,0.5 marks to get an A.But miss lim told him it isn't the mark that matters or something.I did rvh's bio paper.And there was this sick qn about how scientists were transferring a cock's male organs to its neck for better circulation or whatever.BTw whats seminal fluid?I think i laughed for three mins because miss lim reminded us that we had 3mins till recess.I also recieved my bio test paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bk with melissa and tze ching.It was some sec one reunion cos we were in the same sec one class.We went to toys r us and admired the barbie dolls.Then we went to popular to buy pens.haha.Can't wait to use it to stab someone!We looked thru f maths tys and freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.Shane taylor is so kewl.I mean medics are cool.Esp combat medics.They have the gun and the medical tools.haha.So u can like shoot ur enemy and then apologise profusely before bandaging him/her so it appears like its some accident.Anyway as i was saying...his cajun accent..the brown hair and eyes..ok crap my mother is forcing me to eat dinner.I have been pigging out lately.All the fattening food.Ice cream for lunch.I mean i had ice cream today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109749129608829531?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109749129608829531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109749129608829531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109749129608829531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109749129608829531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/dadadee.html' title='dadadee'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109740066207539666</id><published>2004-10-10T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:31:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh</title><content type='html'>*inhales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....just took a shower on a hot sunny day.I noticed something about my facial soap.It tastes sweet.YES very sweet.So i started licking it(ok im disgusting) and the soap really is sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean which soap have u ever tasted that tastes sweet?!Close to none right?I mean the other soaps ive tasted taste like normal soaps.Bitter,sloshy and soapy.OK why am i talking about soap?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yesterday i talked to my friend for like four hours.This is the first time in this whole entire year that ive chatted on the phone for sooo long.But it was pretty kewl.From 10+ to like 2 plus am.and her mobile phone kept going out of batt.MY mother will get a heart attack when the hp bill comes.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i think im too happy.Lets wait till tmr cos im gonna go to school.When i go to school,I'll probably get a BF.haha..what i mean is a bitch fit.LOL.Like what u see in the movies,girls screaming their heads off,throwing chairs and yelling vulgarities at everyone.Something like a super pms session except the part where we are actually having a conversation with someone.Cos when pms happens u totally ignore everyone.Then,u threaten to complain to ur mother so that she'll call the moe or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.people are prob mugging like mad now.And im still procrastinating and busy typing all this shit.sigh.I am so ill-disciplined.I can't wait till saturday!!!Cos i get a free crash course on all my sciences(excluding bio) and my maths!!yay.Thanks MIng chuan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,i went to the airport like super early and the bk manager was telling me to get lost rudely when i actually bought food there.He saw my chem file and u could see his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.But whatever.I was super polite and gave him a sickly-sweet smile which got him nervous.So he said i could stay longer until more customers came.haha loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109740066207539666?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109740066207539666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109740066207539666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109740066207539666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109740066207539666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/ahh.html' title='ahh'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109715977967237768</id><published>2004-10-07T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T07:36:19.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u shut up</title><content type='html'>ARgh!!!My brother is so damn disgusting!!He's still lying around the house unwashed,unsanitized and unchanged.Then today we wrestled cos i wiped purple ink all over his face in the hope of getting him to wash his face.But no,instead he tried to force my thumb ;that still had purple ink on it, on my cheek.In the process of wrestling,He tried to  repulse me with his rancid breath.He kept exhaling with his putrid mouth wide open,long enough for me to see all the plaque in between his teeth.So gross!!!I was like cringing and binging.I whacked his crotch and bolted for the door,leaving him writhing  and screaming in agony.wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES finally!!!I achieved 75% for my bio!!woohooo!!!LOL.My teacher lied to me ok.&lt;br /&gt;"oh grace ,u know u didnt do very well for ur bio test so i dont think u should be doing ur own revision."&lt;br /&gt;hahaa in your face!!!lol.first time in my life i scored so well for bio.But then,i mugged like shit and i thought i would fail.URgh.However,i dont think ill ace the test i sat for on tuesday.A lot of stuff came out about the eye.20 marks ok!!So much.i could only answer like one function or something.crap.and i couldnt remember what the third function of insulin was.Funny thing was that i remembered it at home but at school..BLANK.I tried to rack my brains but nada.zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i'll be reliving my prom nite in the philippines.I've thought about my prom gown.kinda primitive.The dress made of twings and leaves.lol.And i'll be dancing to some tribal music around some fire.The food would be a wild boar on a spit.OOH who will be my date?!The chief?haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.Its three weeks to the o levels. two weeks to my pracs.And my brain is still not channeled to the exam-mode.I hope my school is just playing an evil and cruel game by not moderating.Then in the last minute..poom!!! They moderate i get fifteen bloody pts and i get to go to acjc!!hahah.lol.art stream.Then aft three agonizing months  ill switch to science.woohoo!!LOL.i'm getting delusional.This is what stress does to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY dad just went to the airport.He's on his way to Auckland,Nz.Before he bid my mother farewell,he called me RACHEL?!WTF?!!!!!!i mean seriously.Is that all he has in his mind?He has neglected his other children and focused his attention on his spoilt little,good-for-nothing,petulant daughter.Then he spent like ten mins in the bathroom (which i always use) to shave.I wanted to like shower and because of him i had to sacrifice my hygiene to let him use.I needed to accompany my mother to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day doing maths until my brain could just balloon and explode to smithereens.I'm hearing ringing sounds frm the speaker here.ok whatever.well thats about it.The story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109715977967237768?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109715977967237768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109715977967237768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109715977967237768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109715977967237768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/u-shut-up.html' title='u shut up'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109695461383356223</id><published>2004-10-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:36:53.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toot</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!!!My teacher just called me?!Turns out that the bitch(my principal) wants me to go to school tmr.Or else they're gonna bar me from the exam.wtf.She already screwed up my prelims by not moderating.Whats her freggin problem.My mother already wrote a bloody letter.Aint that good enuff?!what more does she fucking want?!&lt;br /&gt;URgh.And my sister keeps playing her retarded recorder.So bloody irritating.so whiny and high pitched.I told her a million times to stop it before my eardrums get violated.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes my brother,the heinous prick who keeps chucking his soiled tissue papers with green goo everywhere.So filthy.He has been in his sch uni for like dunno how long and i had to beg him to take a shower and all he did was wash his face.EEW!!!Why are guys so filthy?Nowunder he has like so many pimples protruding like little dormant volcanos waiting to erupt all the infected pus out.Oh sick i cant believe i typed that.But ive had ENOUGH!Thank God my parents are gonna come home.My little heart can be at peace again...&lt;br /&gt;and he is like so obscene.keeps talking about ***.What is wrong with him?!Is he like so sexually deprived?helppppp!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My maid keeps talking about the telephone and how she can get thru and sometimes cannot get thru or something.My sister starts blowing away  on her recorder the 'ode to joy'.What kind of joy is this man!?My brother starts talking about stuff i dont wanna hear.Why does everyone elses problem become my problem?!Amidst the commotion,I  started eating my chocolate ice cream.I am starting to freak out.I think i needa see a shrink.SOON.Cos everyone is driving me crazy!Can't i just lead a normal life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109695461383356223?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109695461383356223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109695461383356223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109695461383356223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109695461383356223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/toot.html' title='toot'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109687463862444618</id><published>2004-10-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T03:51:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my life part 2</title><content type='html'>Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more,&lt;br /&gt;before your life is over?&lt;br /&gt;Are u stuck inside a world u hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are u sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside you're bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No u dont know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright,&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what it's like to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt ,to feel lost,to be left out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when ur down.To feel like uve been pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,when noone's there to save u.&lt;br /&gt;No, u dont know what it's like..&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my shitty-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109687463862444618?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109687463862444618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109687463862444618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109687463862444618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109687463862444618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/10/welcome-to-my-life-part-2.html' title='welcome to my life part 2'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109687351488791634</id><published>2004-10-04T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T00:05:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my life</title><content type='html'>Just mugged for bio.God really works in miracles when u ask him to help u remember.Hopefully,i'll be able to score well for my bio test.Then miss lim cant get me to come for her remedial.muahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i wanna laugh my ass off now.Chelsea won against liverpool.Muahahahaha!!!In your face Alvin Foo!Too bad u just supported the wrong soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109687351488791634?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109687351488791634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109687351488791634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109687351488791634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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this make me sick.I want to puke in their faces.seriously.WTF do i care?!why?!!!!WHY!?!!!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!cough* im sick not supposed to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucha sucka..loner..pathetic loser.!!!I wanna go to the beach right now~~~SCREAM my bloody head off,jump into the river i mean sea and drown and die!!!&lt;br /&gt;Crap so much hw.Im gonna chuck the shit into my teachers faces if i dotn complete it.theres like so much shit to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109664623685610015?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109664623685610015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109664623685610015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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doing?!what is wrong with everyone!?&lt;br /&gt;damn i needa get better grades for bio.My teacher just complained again.what is wrong with me?!why cant i just get a decent grade!!!!?!?!!?!?!!!DECENT...The way im saying it is as though that word doesnt exist.&lt;br /&gt;CRap i dotn even know whats gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109655789628859888?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109655789628859888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109655789628859888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109655789628859888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do u ever want to run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do u lock yourself in ur room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;With the radio turned up so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That noone hears u screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No u dont know what its like ,when nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;U dont know what its like to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To be hurt ,to feel lost to be left out in the dark.To be kicked,when ur down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To feel like uve been pushed around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down,when theres noone there to save u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;No u dont know what its like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Welcome to my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109655928739531454?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109655928739531454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109655928739531454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109655928739531454'/><link rel='self' 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freedom is weird.Ok anyway,today my teacher noticed me and she kinda remembered that i never came to school on monday!!ARGH.WHY MUST SHE REMEMBER ME?!Helooo its not like im the only one skipping ok.ARGh.&lt;br /&gt; Today,she forced me to go and write my stupid journal.In the end,we didnt need to hand up cos the other classes werent writing our journal.Haha..of course i know that the journals will go to our principal for reading.So , since we cud write whatever we wanted,my topic was "study leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It started out as.."Students should be permitted to go on a study leave  at least a month before the official o level examinations.Especially,if their parents wrote a letter to the principal."&lt;br /&gt;haha...indirect suaning.But did my teacher collect the journals in the end?!NO!! she did not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a sucky day.Cos i realised that u go nowhere without the results.I mean i want to go to nz instead of entering a jc.I can't take the stress.So anyway i heard the university admits u based on ur prelim results becos u only get ur o level results in late feb.And their foundation courses start in like early feb.SHIT! Why is my bloody life so screwed?!My bloody average is like 61.4%.WTF?!who would want me..&lt;br /&gt;People in my school are getting 85%.ESp those idiotic,moronic muggers who are so irritating.Flaunting their stupid textbooks around when mine is either lost or at home.I mean do textbooks represent some kind of academic status or something?ok dumb qn.&lt;br /&gt;But i mean those books are heavy.IS that how they get like their muscle bulk to punch the walls if they get too stressed?lol jk.i dont know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109646593213242798?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109646593213242798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109646593213242798' 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fervently the night before that she wouldn't notice that i was absent yesterday.heh cos i have no mc.&lt;br /&gt;2)I actually found my bio textbook at like 8pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;3)what i studied came out for the bio test today.&lt;br /&gt;4)I was too tired (cos i couldn't sleep the night before) to argue with my irritating physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;5)I managed to find a meg-cabot-written book.&lt;br /&gt;6)My school prom is restricted to students in our school only.So I don't have to bug Eileen to attend my prom anymore.haha.Oh and it falls during my mission trip so i was contemplating flying back.Looks like i don't have to go..sniff even if its at C.H.I.J.M.E.S!!!Are the acronyms correct?&lt;br /&gt;7)My principal didn't catch me sleeping during one of those retarded vocab quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;8)I managed to weave a cool ,though spastic story which seemed to impress my English teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me it's very spastic.Cos she wanted a dilemma then a climax then finally,a twist.&lt;br /&gt;9)My physics teacher didn't manage to kick me out of the physics lab cos when he said he'd give me a choice on whether i want to do the practical or not, i said no.Then he told me to get out.Then i told him calmly that i was observing not doing.So seeing me keenly observing,(cos u see we were doing a practical on light) he didn't ask me to get out.yay.&lt;br /&gt;10)Today i did some bio practical and burnt a peanut.Now i know how to be a professional arsonist without resorting to chemical means to burn a house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109636215084043113?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109636215084043113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>@#$@##%%^$#$#^$#%&amp;**$$#$$#@###$&amp;amp;!!argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..dunman isn't in the top tier schools!wahahahaha!lol!!I just saw it on teletext.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha..of course lah.DUH.never moderate prelim so msg will definately be shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.stupid principal never gimme study leave.b*tch.haha.ok im so bad.but whatever.REally ok.But i dont give a toot cos im at home slacking away..but i have to mug for my stupid bio test.i hate bio!!!argh.Must prove my principal wrong.That b*tch is never gonna put me in another bio remedial class ever again!!!muahaha!*snicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109625178419088573?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109625178419088573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>One word.SHIT.@#$@$#@!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.crap lah.Stupid school.Never moderate.YAY!!I finally got above average in class!!!woohoo!!!18/41!!ok very bad lah but whatever.Sucks man.fail humanities.Then the science Hod thinks ive got some problem cos i didnt turn up for stupid miss lim's bio lesson.ARGH!!6.45pm to 9pm!It's like pass my bedtime.lol.ok fine i sleep at like 1am.But definately not mugging..grrr...nothing is going right.Now i only get one cca deduction.shit.CAn't they see how impt my points are?!i totally deserve an A2 for it ok.Assholes gave me a B3.My results so bad already like 24/25 pts.Bloody toot!&lt;br /&gt;damnit ! My english results.Dunno what da hell those idiotic teachers were doing.The weightage is like so different from what i calculated.So inaccurate!!!Some people's grades increased while mine decreased by like 1.99(reaccuring decimal).Can't they see that i need the proper rounding off!?I mean hello..my oral got 29/40 then my compre 35/50 then 39/60 for compo(damn screwed).Isn't it like so obvious they have a calculation error?!Can't they round up and give me A2!ok fine maybe its 69% such an odd number.LOL ODD definately.hohoho.&lt;br /&gt; Just handed in my self-declared study leave.I want to stay at home ok.Home sweet home where i hibernate.Im tired man.yawn* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,there was chem practical.And there was a suck back.then my boiling tube exploded and i was just staring at the splattered contents all over the table with my jaw wide open.Crap.MY chem teacher likes me a lot and i didnt want to disappoint her becos i have been doing that recently.First by getting  73.5% for my chem and didnt get top in class like last time.She thinks im slacking and not mugging.Then she spoke to my bio teacher who complains about me like for the one millionth time."Grace ALWAYS skips my biology lessons when i *sniff* try to make time to teach her,i mean it has always been my passion to teach but look at what she does?Sleep during my lessons.Just look at her grades and u know!"ok i didnt exactly hear her but i can roughly tell what she said to my chem teacher.and i dont have my bio grades to prove her wrong.50.999%hahaha.I just missed her compulsory remedial by o.9%.hahaha.yay.Plus i hope she doesnt notice that theres one boiling tube missing cos eheh i broke it.I was supposed to report but i forgot i guess.crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My principal better allow me to take my study leave before i go mad.I cant mug in school.Somemore so stressful and the atmosphere is not ideal.&lt;br /&gt; Actually come to think of it,maybe during the first three months ill go to a pre-U.Sniff* cant make it into a jc.Its all the principal's fault.And mrs toh's fault.ARGH.nevermind at least i can go slack around.I mean so far thats the only thing i do best right now.&lt;br /&gt; ok i should stop looking at how well ppl are doing cos it;ll make me feel guilty.I mean i appear hardworking and studious but eheh.Don;t be fooled people i aint as guai as u think.When im at home,the tv will be on and so will the computer.If not the com,then ill be sleeping or eating.Or reading lame story books like ,"Boy meets Girl" and "tuesdays with morrie" aiyah all that.I like to waste time also.My mother forces me to go read the newspaper and i say fine.Then i pick up the life section and only use the straits times as reference for the top headlines which are supposed to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway,whatever it is, i have to mug like super hard now.9am-9pm. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109600532659826530?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109600532659826530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109600532659826530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109600532659826530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109600532659826530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/09/bloody-toot.html' title='bloody toot'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109582864020625402</id><published>2004-09-22T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T07:21:07.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sux</title><content type='html'>hahaha...so happy.Skipped school today deliberately.No mc,no reason,no ulterior motive.Shit.What if my teacher notices?Wait actually they take attendence then they know im not there.I mean i was crying last night and talking to God in the dark.But i felt soo much better.Thank God i skipped school today.Cos i hate school and theres gonna be biology practical today(which i hate wholeheartedly)and my teacher is gonna rip me off my money.She got my classmates to specifically tell me to bring $3 for something i dont even know what im paying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleaseee God!!!! Let there be moderation!!!!!I dont care whether i go cjc or what.I just need to get in for three months then i can take four subs.I am desperate u know.So unfair ok.My teacher didnt give me the points for being EL rep.Then we're not affiliated to whatever jc.So all the more must moderate.boo-hoo hoo hoo.Thanks!-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem..yesterday i went to cafe cartel to eat my dinner which was a banana split.I realise that everytime i felt like shit or when i was depressed,my parents would bring me to eat ice cream.Of course i'll still feel depressed but ill get over it once the ice cream is chucked in my mouth.Thats when my brother told me to get depressed all the time so that we could go to cafe cartel more often.ARGH!Oh did anyone know that desserts can be spelled backwards to form  a well-recognised word in the whole of Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so STRESSED!!First we get stressed over studies.Then the pimples appear creating more stress because we dont want our face to be disfigured.Then with the hot climate and humidity,more pimples blemish either in sprinkles or in huge lumps which can be an eyesore.So we spend some money to stop the proliferation of pimples.While the rest of our savings go to 'trying to make ourselves happy' by stuffing our mouths with more desserts.But the cycle carries on over and over again because eating unhealthy food causes acne.-__-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109582864020625402?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109582864020625402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109582864020625402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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all links back to u.So its my fault for making life suck for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shall start with 'When'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought the worst was over,i thought wrong.I have recieved my results and looks like im not going anywhere.Where can u go with 20+ points?i dont want to go to the poly.Why dont i get anything i want?Just a simple request.Just once...i dont even want to join any courses there.Theres nothing im interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt anyone know?I feel like dying everyday.But i know that when i am really going to die,i wouldnt want to die.Thats when i start regret not doing things i wanted to do,wanted to change but never found the courage to.Or just never saw the necessity to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109575438876573302?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109560577969449252</id><published>2004-09-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T07:56:19.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck</title><content type='html'>yuck.I have school tmr and my heart is going lub-dub  lub-dub at a frequency of 200Hz.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my prelim results tmr!!!ahhh!!!!*screams.I hope i dont get a heart problem or something aft i see my papers..or i'll just faint and die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the besT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109560577969449252?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109560577969449252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>ahem.Sniff....Poor grassroots...probably in some rubbish dump by now..suffering a terrible death.With no water,no sunshine and no me!After youth service, we went to bedok to eat.And while i was away ordering my food,Grassroots got kidnapped by the dustbin man!!*sob*&lt;br /&gt;I mean Grassroots didn't get a proper burial neither did it get a proper funeral service.It's so saddd....GRASSROOTS..............I didnt even get to take a picture of grassroots ok.How can i write it's epitaph or paste it's face on the obituary?!boohoo hoo hoo...I refuse to get another grassroots..no other grass monster can replace it.I mean i didnt even get to style it's hair!!waAAaaHhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I need to set time aside to mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!my mother got me a cool thermometer.I mean there are like these bubbles with little golden circle-like thingies dangling from them.Engraved on them are these numbers.These bubbles contain different colour liquids.I think its gotta do with the different density or whatever.hehe soo cuuteee.lalalala...ZZz ok im tired.i better go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i injured my brother's toe and i sorta celebrated.Is it like bad?I mean i pushed the chair and it fell on his toe and now theres this blood clot at the base of his toenail.muahahhaha!!Serves him right for laughing at me when he called me a fat ass  or something close to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109552149651993668?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109552149651993668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109552149651993668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109552149651993668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109552149651993668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahem.html' title='ahem'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096915.post-109543869987613669</id><published>2004-09-17T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T09:31:39.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heh</title><content type='html'>Today was an alright day.The sun was out,which burnt Grassroot's  hair.lol.nah kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor sucker fish.It suffered from some bacterial infection.It's eyes are like popping out or something.Theres this transparent jelly-coating around it's eyes.Yesterday it's eyes were popping out like 1mm but today it seems to be 3mm!!!Poor fishy....its  all my fault...my ignorance of cleaning the fish's tank,changing the water;resulting in the dead aquatic plants decomposing which took up all the oxygen in the water which gave rise to anaerobic respiratoral(is there such a word?!) bacteria to remain prevalent and thus allowing infections to spread rampantly across the multicoloured pebbles.Being a responsible aqua vacuum cleaner,Sucker(it's name) must have obliviously sucked up all the bacteria merrily.sniff* sob...this is so sad.I mean which vet would want to cure it?!Why are fishes like sooo vulnerable to all sorts of buggies?!I mean im in like no mood to organise a funeral!!It'll prolly be flushed down the loo and then other microorganisms will feed on it's flesh and skeleton if God permits them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah tuition today was kinda funny actually.Xuewei was telling me about how almond boy did not fit her high calibre of refined manhood.lol.She was like i need a guy with riches;a hot bod;a dashing smile;a considerable amount of kindness and niceness; oh yeah and he must be good looking;charming and have good complexion!!The height also matters and ehhh must have six pack.lmao!The last part are the brains.The best deal is that he must be old,rich and dumb.Why u ask?so that u can cheat the old fogey of his money!!like duh.Then he cant sign the pre-nuptial agreement.wahahaha.ok im evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw..i remember this thing that happened like not too long ago.maybe last week or soemthing.I was at the mrt station waiting for my brother to get out of the toilet.Then there was this old man.He walked into the girl's toilet then he came out looking all traumatised and stuff.I had  a peep in the loo at noticed that the tiles were pink.So i think pink is like sorta dangerous or something.hah.well gtg kinda late.ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096915-109543869987613669?l=gracee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/feeds/109543869987613669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096915&amp;postID=109543869987613669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109543869987613669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096915/posts/default/109543869987613669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracee.blogspot.com/2004/09/heh.html' title='heh'/><author><name>gracee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07324489718145310871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
