<?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-4034117756822387520</id><updated>2011-10-29T01:31:31.467-07:00</updated><category term='Flowers'/><category term='personal'/><category term='love vs. SeX'/><category term='comPutERS'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='moraL values/ realiTy check'/><category term='joke'/><category term='LINK'/><category term='friendship/lyrics'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='healthy living'/><category term='PoLitics'/><category term='cakes'/><category term='horoscOpe'/><category term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>"_My liFe_"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-3051628212867301017</id><published>2011-09-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:43:59.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t-r-i-p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:350px;padding:0;margin:0;border:none;background:#000 url(http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-0297-1e38-d96a/eb/a4e721c84e/bg)0 0 no-repeat"&gt;&lt;embed width="350" height="250" src="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/badge.swf" flashvars="xmlPath=http%3A%2F%2Ftripwow.tripadvisor.com%2Ftripwow%2Fta-0297-1e38-d96a%2Fbadgexml%3Feb%3Da4e721c84e%26ref%3D" base="http://images.travelpod.com/bin/tripwow/flash/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="TripWow" wmode="opaque" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;!-- Use of this widget is subject to the terms stated here: http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/widget_terms.html --&gt;&lt;div style="width:350px;padding:0;margin:0;border:none;background:#fff;font-family:verdana,sans-serif;color:#999;text-align:justify;font-size:9px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-0297-1e38-d96a" style="color:#c60"&gt;My Journey Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;: Grace&amp;rsquo;s trip from &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g295424-Dubai-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Dubai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g294012-United_Arab_Emirates-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;United Arab Emirates&lt;/a&gt; to 4 cities &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g294217-Hong_Kong_Hong_Kong_Region-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g298460-Cebu_City_Cebu_Visayas-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Cebu City&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g298459-Davao_Mindanao-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Davao&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Tourism-g644373-Kish_Island-Vacations.html" style="color:#c60"&gt;Kish Island&lt;/a&gt; was created by &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com" style="color:#c60"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt;. 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Take your travel photos and &lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/" style="color:#c60"&gt;make a slideshow&lt;/a&gt; for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-3051628212867301017?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/3051628212867301017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=3051628212867301017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3051628212867301017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3051628212867301017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-r-i-p.html' title='t-r-i-p'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-5400285035901192317</id><published>2011-09-15T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:32:59.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new life</title><content type='html'>how does it feel to be far from your parents,from your brothers and sister?to all of your friends? even far from the city you used to. I know exactly how it feels, it sucks!.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-5400285035901192317?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/5400285035901192317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=5400285035901192317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5400285035901192317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5400285035901192317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-life.html' title='new life'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-4836407022293931095</id><published>2011-09-14T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:38:29.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy living'/><title type='text'>Must try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/health/6-easy-ways-to-extend-your-life-in-one-minute-or-less-2543283/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who doesn't want to die early these are the best thing to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Get up every hour &lt;br /&gt;   -esp. to those people who work office a minute walk every hour will waken your cells.&lt;a br/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eat egg &lt;a br/"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  - really love eggs!!! It provides protein plus lutein to protect your eyes from UV rays&lt;br /&gt;*Take Chromium&lt;br /&gt;    - it helps maintain the proper blood sugar level ( ma try nga hahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;* Don't Forget to Floss  &lt;br /&gt;  -bacteria hiding in your teeth will infect your gums. Plus the major major pain you will feel.( ouch) it will cause inflammation in your arteries and contribute to plaque buildup on blood vessel walls...so visit your dentist :)&lt;br /&gt; * Check Your Pulse &lt;br /&gt;  - before getting up in the morning check your heart beat. Normal resting rate is 60 beats per minute... ( That if you only have time.. nAAaaa you will be late!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Do self massage  &lt;br /&gt; -take note SELF MASSAGE meaning you don't have to massage parlor!! massage helps your organ function properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-4836407022293931095?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/4836407022293931095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=4836407022293931095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/4836407022293931095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/4836407022293931095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2011/09/must-try.html' title='Must try'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-521989345999144938</id><published>2011-09-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:25:19.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cakes'/><title type='text'>cakes cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQfDXaTlJi0/TmcqZTToeBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RMYp1BFVKzw/s1600/cake1726.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQfDXaTlJi0/TmcqZTToeBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RMYp1BFVKzw/s400/cake1726.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi i browse the net and I found this site.They have the best design cake ever!!! check the site www.pinkcakebox.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-521989345999144938?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/521989345999144938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=521989345999144938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/521989345999144938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/521989345999144938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2011/09/cakes-cakes.html' title='cakes cakes'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQfDXaTlJi0/TmcqZTToeBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RMYp1BFVKzw/s72-c/cake1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>20th St - Dubai - United Arab Emirates</georss:featurename><georss:point>25.2731224 55.3046728</georss:point><georss:box>25.2587634 55.284931799999995 25.287481399999997 55.3244138</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1523860183733541845</id><published>2011-09-06T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:28:37.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My huGgy bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXfdN08sHMM/TmcrMWsbdnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ddLb30FnJA/s1600/be.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXfdN08sHMM/TmcrMWsbdnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ddLb30FnJA/s400/be.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it's nice to be back!!! Im not updating my blog for 2 years or more I think... Anyway I miss this!!! Want to share my bear... He its the only thing I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1523860183733541845?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150273488449685.348583.787229684' title='My huGgy bear'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/1523860183733541845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=1523860183733541845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1523860183733541845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1523860183733541845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-huggy-bear.html' title='My huGgy bear'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MXfdN08sHMM/TmcrMWsbdnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8ddLb30FnJA/s72-c/be.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2221456645533564319</id><published>2008-11-12T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:50:03.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LINK'/><title type='text'>C#</title><content type='html'>PRELIM bhq&lt;br /&gt;www.icontrol.net84.net&lt;br /&gt;www.icontrol.net84.net/CSharp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2221456645533564319?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/2221456645533564319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=2221456645533564319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2221456645533564319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2221456645533564319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/11/c.html' title='C#'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-9216277234861633884</id><published>2008-09-22T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:50:48.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><title type='text'>Meanings Of Most Flowers</title><content type='html'>As every flower lover knows, flowers have a language of their own. Every sentiment is expressed in one form or another by these delicate blooms. Of course, even the experts disagree on the "true meaning" of many flowers and most have different meanings to different people. So, while all flowers convey thoughtfulness and love, here are some of the more traditional flower meanings, according to one source. See, if you agree. And, remember, a gift of flowers for a special someone will always create its own personal meaning, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRYSANTHEMUM (GENERAL) -   You're a Wonderful Friend, Cheerfulness and Rest.&lt;br /&gt;CHRYSANTHEMUM (WHITE) -  Truth&lt;br /&gt;CHRYSANTHEMUM (YELLOW) -  Slighted Love&lt;br /&gt;DAISY -   Innocence, Loyal Love, I'll Never Tell, Purity&lt;br /&gt;FERN -   Magic, Fascination, Confidence and Shelter&lt;br /&gt;FORGET-ME-NOT -   True Love, Memories&lt;br /&gt;LILY (WHITE) -   Virginity, Purity, Majesty, It's Heavenly to be with You&lt;br /&gt;LILY (YELLOW) -  I'm Walking on Air, False and Gay&lt;br /&gt;LILY (CALLA) -  Beauty&lt;br /&gt;LILY (DAY) -  Coquetry, Chinese Emblem for Mother&lt;br /&gt;LILY (EUCHARIS) -  Maiden Charms&lt;br /&gt;LILY (TIGER) -  Wealth, Pride&lt;br /&gt;ORCHID -   Love, Beauty, Refinement, Beautiful Lady, Chinese Symbol for Many Children&lt;br /&gt;ORCHID (CATTLEYA) -  Mature Charm&lt;br /&gt;PRIMROSE -   I Can't Live Without You&lt;br /&gt;PRIMROSE (EVENING) -  Inconstancy&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (BRIDAL) -  Happy Love&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (DARK CRIMSON) -  Mourning&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (HIBISCUS) -  Delicate Beauty&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (LEAF) -  You May Hope&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (PINK) -  Perfect Happiness, Please Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (RED) -  Love, I Love You&lt;br /&gt;OSE (THORNLESS) -   Love at First Sight&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (WHITE) -  Innocence and Purity, I am Worthy of You, You're Heavenly, Secrecy and Silence&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (WHITE AND RED MIXED) -  Unity, Flower Emblem of England&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (WHITE-DRIED) -  Death is Preferable to Loss of Virtue&lt;br /&gt;ROSE (YELLOW) -  Decrease of Love, Jealousy, Try to Care&lt;br /&gt;ROSEBUD -  Beauty and Youth, A Heart Innocent of Love&lt;br /&gt;ROSEBUD (RED) -  Pure and Lovely&lt;br /&gt;ROSEBUD (WHITE) -  Girlhood&lt;br /&gt;ROSEBUD (MOSS) -  Confessions of Love&lt;br /&gt;ROSES (Bouquet of Mature Blooms) -  Gratitude&lt;br /&gt;ROSES (Single Full Bloom) -   I Love You, I Still Love You&lt;br /&gt;SPIDER FLOWER -   Elope with Me&lt;br /&gt;ULIP (GENERAL) -   Perfect Lover, Frame, Flower Emblem of Holland&lt;br /&gt;TULIP (RED) -  Believe Me, Declaration of Love&lt;br /&gt;TULIP (VARIEGATED) -  Beautiful Eyes&lt;br /&gt;TULIP (YELLOW) -  There's Sunshine in Your Smile&lt;br /&gt;VIOLET -  Modesty&lt;br /&gt;VIOLET (BLUE) -  Watchfulness, Faithfulness, I'll Always Be True&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-9216277234861633884?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/9216277234861633884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=9216277234861633884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/9216277234861633884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/9216277234861633884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/09/meanings-of-most-flowers.html' title='Meanings Of Most Flowers'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1782530025537877797</id><published>2008-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:42:38.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PoLitics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had read this article two weeks ago.That was the time when our history teacher give us a term paper about a politics issue. I browse on the net and try to find an article about politics. Unfortunately, I could not remember the author. I just copy it and send to my email.Anyway,whoever you are,I just want to say "Congrats!You have a logical insight about the politics issue!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, “What is politics?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, “Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I’m the&lt;br /&gt;breadwinner of the family, so let’s call me capitalism. Your Mom,&lt;br /&gt;she’s the administrator of the money, so we’ll call her the&lt;br /&gt;Government.&lt;br /&gt;We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll call you the people.&lt;br /&gt;The nanny, we’ll consider her the Working Class. And your baby&lt;br /&gt;brother,&lt;br /&gt;we’ll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that&lt;br /&gt;makes sense,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to&lt;br /&gt;check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes to his parents’ room and finds his mother&lt;br /&gt;sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room.&lt;br /&gt;Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father&lt;br /&gt;in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next&lt;br /&gt;morning, the little boy says to his father, “Dad, I think I&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;the concept of politics now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says, “Good son, tell me in your own words what you think&lt;br /&gt;politics is all about.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replies, “Well, while Capitalism is screwing the&lt;br /&gt;Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being&lt;br /&gt;ignored and the Future is in deep poo.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1782530025537877797?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/1782530025537877797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=1782530025537877797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1782530025537877797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1782530025537877797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-read-this-article-two-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-3758356884985903903</id><published>2008-09-17T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:10:36.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>woMan wanted to be....</title><content type='html'>When she walks away from you mad===[ Follow her] When she stares at your lips===[&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her ] When she pushes you or hits you===[ Grab her and do not let go ] When &lt;br /&gt;she starts cursing at you===[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ] When she is quiet===[ Ask her what is wrong] When she ignores you===[ Give her your attention ] When she pulls away==[ Pull her back ] When you see her at her worst===[ Tell her she is beautiful ] When you see her start crying==[Just hold her and do not say a word ] When you see her walking==[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ] When she is scared===[ Protect her ] When she lays her head on your shoulder===[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ] When she steals your favorite hat==[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night] When she teases you===[ Tease her back and make her laugh ] When she does not answer for a long time===[ reassure her that everything is okay ] When she looks at you with doubt==[ Back yourself up with the TRUTH ] When she says that she likes you==[ she really does more than you could understand ] When she grabs at your hands===[ Hold hers and play with her fingers ] When she bumps into you===[ bump into her back and make her laugh ] When she tells you a secret===[ keep it safe and untold ] When she looks at you in your eyes===[ don’t look away until she does ] WHEN SHE MISSES YOU===[ SHES HURTING INSIDE] When you break her heart===[ the pain NEVER really goes away ] When she says its over===[ she STILL wants you to be hers ] Stay on the phone with her even if she is not saying anything - DON'T let her have the last word -always call her when you know somethings wrong -Pretty and beautiful is so much better than calling her hot. - Say you love her more than she could ever love you - Argue that she is the best girl ever - When she's mad hug her tight and do not let go - When she says she is okay do not believe it, talk with her - because 10 yrs later she will remember you - Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her - Call her before you sleep and after you wake up - Treat her like she is all that matters to you - Tease her and let her tease you back -Stay up all night with her when she's sick - Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid - Give her the world - Let her wear your clothes - When she's bored and sad, hang out with her - Let her know she is important - Kiss her in the pouring rain - When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;"Who is ass am I kicking today baby?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-3758356884985903903?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/3758356884985903903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=3758356884985903903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3758356884985903903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3758356884985903903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/09/woman-wanted-to-be.html' title='woMan wanted to be....'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-4816115048486124803</id><published>2008-09-05T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:55:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Ultimate Turn-Off for women</title><content type='html'>women would be:&lt;br /&gt;body odor&lt;br /&gt;hairy arms,legs,pits&lt;br /&gt;too long and too colorful a nail/ specially fake ones&lt;br /&gt;snob&lt;br /&gt;smoker&lt;br /&gt;feeling or trying hard to be "social"&lt;br /&gt;demanding/nagger&lt;br /&gt;low IQ/no sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;too vulgar/mouthy&lt;br /&gt;feeling " God's gift to all men"&lt;br /&gt;user, ask ur wheels before she ask ur name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-4816115048486124803?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/4816115048486124803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=4816115048486124803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/4816115048486124803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/4816115048486124803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/09/ultimate-turn-off-for-women.html' title='the Ultimate Turn-Off for women'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-8257076416443702410</id><published>2008-08-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:50:52.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>brokEn pieCE</title><content type='html'>1 Heartbreak. 2 Eyes crying. 3 Words never said again. 4 Hands that won't be held. 5 Mornings I'll pass him in the halls. 6 Love notes ripped and torn. 7 Days a week you'll think of him. 8 Sad songs at night before you go to sleep. 9 Wishes that never came true. 10 Years before he realizes that it has always been you.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematically loving someone is not as easy as simple algebra. You have to love infinitely without limits. But learning to let go someone you love is harder. Because the cure cannot be derived and simply does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes you've been doing everything to get out of one place and When you've found the time to leave, it's when you've also found a reason to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Love and friendship met one day. love asked, "why do you exist?" friendship answered, "to put a smile where you leave tears." Then love asked again, "Well, if that's what you do, how come there are still many people crying?" friendship said, "it''s my fault. Instead of doing my job, i sometimes end up doing yours."&lt;br /&gt;Never say that someone completes you. We have to feel whole even when we are by ourselves, for needing a certain someone is not love but dependency. Wanting a person to become part of your life is the best reason for having them. And you can only want when you know you have enough. So rather than search for someone who will complete you, wait for the person who will complement your completeness.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite ironic that in life, the person that brings out the best in you and the one that makes you strong is actually your weakness..&lt;br /&gt;When something is over, it's over. It can never start again. When it's broken you can never put back the pieces. Life is not the way you want it to be. When you that some one's hurting you so much, just stop. We know that it hurts a lot, but you must learn to let go things. Don't push yourself too hard. Because we all know, that in every ending, there's such a thing that we call the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, fate has a cruel way of putting things together. Maybe it's better if people just give up when there's no point in fighting for something anymore. When the ship has finally sailed, only a fool would go after when it's already miles away.But sometimes, it's a lot better to be a fool to go after what we want and need, rather than to regret everything in the end because we never even tried..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-8257076416443702410?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/8257076416443702410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=8257076416443702410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8257076416443702410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8257076416443702410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/broken-piece.html' title='brokEn pieCE'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-8300257369212431041</id><published>2008-08-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:22:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am confuse</title><content type='html'>f GH can stand for P as in Hiccough&lt;br /&gt;If OUGH stands for O as in Dough&lt;br /&gt;If PHTH stands for T as in Phthisis&lt;br /&gt;If EIGH stands for A as in Neighbour&lt;br /&gt;If TTE stands for T as in Gazette&lt;br /&gt;If EAU stands for O as in Plateau&lt;br /&gt;Then the right way to spell POTATO should be: GHOUGHPHTHEIGHTTEEAU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-8300257369212431041?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/8300257369212431041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=8300257369212431041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8300257369212431041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8300257369212431041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-confuse.html' title='I am confuse'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-488586779890967297</id><published>2008-08-12T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:23:16.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Property laws of a toddler</title><content type='html'>1. If I like it, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;2. If it's in my hand, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I can take it from you, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;4. If I had it a little while ago, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;5. If it is mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.&lt;br /&gt;6. If I am doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.&lt;br /&gt;7. If it looks like mine, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;8. If I saw it first, it is mine.&lt;br /&gt;9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it&lt;br /&gt;Automatically becomes mine.&lt;br /&gt;10. If it is broken, it is yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-488586779890967297?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/488586779890967297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=488586779890967297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/488586779890967297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/488586779890967297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/property-laws-of-toddler.html' title='Property laws of a toddler'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-3468496896770197709</id><published>2008-08-11T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:02:24.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Misunderstanding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Misunderstanding is the very common problem. It happens every single day of our life, in business, relationships with the family either in the friendship! Dictionary defines it “lack of comprehension: a failure to understand or interpret something correctly”. I might say, if the two party is encountered this misunderstanding thing he/she will do their part to fix their problem. But, what if the two believed that, they are right? What will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends are having this problem. It’s hard on my part because I know them all. They are my friends. Not just friends but they are true friends to me; I know the feel the same. Back to the issue…Well I am trying to help them. I am giving my opinion about the scenario. But then it seems they have their different views of reactions. Talking about the issue again and again! Only problem there is, they do not have open-communication. Communication is very important for them to understand their sides, Right? How will they know whose side is right if they will not speak up? Common guys stand on your feet! Do not be afraid to speak what is on your heart! Do not talk back stub, you are not fair with the other part! Moral lesson I got with this problem is, if they really treat friends with one another. They will fix this mess for the sake of the friendship! This is just a simple case. Yet, their making this complicated. To all my friends you know who you are guys! Please do not be childlike! You are old enough to act this way! Fix the problem if you still care about the friendship we have. You all knew me; I value our friendship so much. Every moment I spent with the group is very precious. I treasured them much! I do expect that you guy will realizes that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-3468496896770197709?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/3468496896770197709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=3468496896770197709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3468496896770197709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3468496896770197709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding!'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2726093357103040133</id><published>2008-08-11T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:34:27.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship/lyrics'/><title type='text'>count on Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAAY3K_MmI/AAAAAAAAACg/vZJLrHcm33g/s1600-h/1_173446913m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAAY3K_MmI/AAAAAAAAACg/vZJLrHcm33g/s200/1_173446913m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233183194131411554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls I dedicate this song to our group. These lyrics entitled “count of me” by Whitney is intentionally made just for our friendship. Hope you appreciate it as much as I do…enjoy every lines of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that will never end&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak, I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Helping you to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Call on me, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Count on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it's hurting you&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the sunshine through the rain oh&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes it seems as if it’s never gonna end&lt;br /&gt;But you'll get through it&lt;br /&gt;just don't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on me through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that will never enn&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak I will be strong&lt;br /&gt;Helping you to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Call on me I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when I say (Please believe me when I say)&lt;br /&gt;Count on....&lt;br /&gt;(You can count on me, oh yes you can, ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes it seems as if&lt;br /&gt;we're standing all alone&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get through cause love wouldnt let us fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on me through thick and thin (...count on me...I’ll be there)&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that would never end (Friendship that... will never end)&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak (You are weak)I will be strong (I’ll be strong)&lt;br /&gt;Helping you to carry on (Helping you...carry on)&lt;br /&gt;Call on me I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when I say count on&lt;br /&gt;(Please believe me when I say)&lt;br /&gt;(Count on )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place inside of all of us&lt;br /&gt;Where our faith in love begins&lt;br /&gt;You should reach to find the truth in love&lt;br /&gt;The answers there within, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;I know that life can make you feel&lt;br /&gt;It's much harder than it really is&lt;br /&gt;But we'll get through it (we’ll get through it)&lt;br /&gt;Just (just) don't (don’t) give in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on me through thick and thin (count on me)&lt;br /&gt;A friendship that would never end (It will never end)&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak (You)&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong (I’ll be strong...)&lt;br /&gt;Helping you to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Call on me I will be there (call on me...i’ll be there)&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid (Don't... be afraid now)&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on&lt;br /&gt;Count on me...&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yes you can, I know I can, sure I can, so glad I can, so glad I can, Count on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2726093357103040133?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/2726093357103040133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=2726093357103040133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2726093357103040133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2726093357103040133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/count-on-me.html' title='count on Me'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAAY3K_MmI/AAAAAAAAACg/vZJLrHcm33g/s72-c/1_173446913m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-390595967935691666</id><published>2008-08-11T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:01:52.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A very Special love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKACrKa7qvI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdum82wTOR8/s1600-h/a744879a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKACrKa7qvI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdum82wTOR8/s200/a744879a9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233185707559463666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see the movie, a very Special love. I am a loyal fun of John Lloyd, I found him very cute. There is a lot of good feedback I heard about the movie. Although this is the first movie of Sarah, but then she act good! She proved that she can also act aside from singing.&lt;br /&gt;Actually last week I and my two gals planned to watch the movie. But then it was postpone because of some important matters. We still don not know if our plans will turn as it can be. Or maybe there is no such way to watch the movie with them.&lt;br /&gt;Sad because one of my friends "Jeane Lyn" already watched the movie. She did not bother to tell us that she is going to watched it. According to her she always wanted to watch movie by herself rather than to be with us. There was no hassle, no one to explain things to. Just by her! This is very synonymous with me. I had issues about watching movies alone in fact I cannot watch films by myself. I had rather ask a friend and treat her rather than watching it by myself! Or the best way to watch the film is waiting at next year. It will be play on TV I am sure. So sad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-390595967935691666?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/390595967935691666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=390595967935691666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/390595967935691666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/390595967935691666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-special-love.html' title='A very Special love'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKACrKa7qvI/AAAAAAAAACo/kdum82wTOR8/s72-c/a744879a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2787604309768997961</id><published>2008-08-08T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T03:06:47.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>beTTer in tiMe Lyrics</title><content type='html'>It's been the longest winter without you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know where to turn to &lt;br /&gt;See somehow I can't forget you&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going coming thought I heard a knock&lt;br /&gt;Who's there no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that I deserve it &lt;br /&gt;Now I realise that I really didn't know&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice you mean everything &lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'ma be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't turn on the TV&lt;br /&gt;Without something there to remind me &lt;br /&gt;Was it all that easy&lt;br /&gt;To just put aside your feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dreaming don't wanna laugh&lt;br /&gt;Hurt my feelings but that's the path&lt;br /&gt;I believe in &lt;br /&gt;And I know that time will heal it&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't notice boy you meant everything&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I'm learning to love again&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'ma be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's no more you and me&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go &lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;And live my life how it should be &lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is I'll be fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaLly love this song...&lt;br /&gt;Especially the lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thought I couldn't live without you&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna hurt when it heals too&lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time&lt;br /&gt;And even though I really love you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to &lt;br /&gt;It'll all get better in time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow says what i feLt before...&lt;br /&gt;i thought that I couldn't live w/o HIM, But noW?&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to say i"m tOtaLLy fiNe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2787604309768997961?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/2787604309768997961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=2787604309768997961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2787604309768997961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2787604309768997961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-in-time-lyrics.html' title='beTTer in tiMe Lyrics'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-3469454005376591777</id><published>2008-07-31T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:08:57.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Bad daY!</title><content type='html'>ArticLe VII-Section 3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mobile phones,beepers and pagers are to be turn off or put into the silent mode inside the classroom,conference halls and libraries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a heck I will recite this ArticLe 50 times!gRRRRR worse is what iF ouR deAn wiLL get mad @ me. Knowing that i'm a senior sTudent, I still doing the crIme.Hahahaha its not criMe okay!!i just check mY cp,the right then and then blaaaah i was caught!!!I'm going to have my suspension next week.2 or 3 days? I still don't know!huhuhu I can't attend my class for suRe!............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-3469454005376591777?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/3469454005376591777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=3469454005376591777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3469454005376591777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/3469454005376591777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad daY!'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-5241515584292667286</id><published>2008-07-28T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:24:35.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>I Tried to Tell You by By Patrick W. Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAD3P98LlI/AAAAAAAAACw/aHSgFlQ2V_A/s1600-h/060214_animal_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAD3P98LlI/AAAAAAAAACw/aHSgFlQ2V_A/s200/060214_animal_love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233187014718533202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;but the words were hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why do I act so shy forever hiding my face&lt;br /&gt;I should learn to laugh and not to cry put yourself in my place.&lt;br /&gt;There were times I tried to kiss you but something told me no.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted me to hold you but I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I am not the one &lt;br /&gt;you've searched for all these years.&lt;br /&gt;I will kindly leave now don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to hold back your tears.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long I haven't seen you&lt;br /&gt;for quite awhile&lt;br /&gt;When I think of how we me met it only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brings back your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I held you then and&lt;br /&gt;told you we'd never part&lt;br /&gt;I loved you then I love you now and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-5241515584292667286?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5241515584292667286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5241515584292667286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-tried-to-tell-you.html' title='I Tried to Tell You by By Patrick W. Deck'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAD3P98LlI/AAAAAAAAACw/aHSgFlQ2V_A/s72-c/060214_animal_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-62132183804373528</id><published>2008-07-26T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:06:00.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Why can't iT be lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAEiWvvqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nGdHVjDOJVk/s1600-h/friends_cartoon_boys_forever.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAEiWvvqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nGdHVjDOJVk/s200/friends_cartoon_boys_forever.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233187755272415442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came along, unexpectedly &lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine in my little world &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please don't get me wrong &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not complaining &lt;br /&gt;But you see, you got my mind spinning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be &lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be the two of us &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be lovers &lt;br /&gt;Only friends &lt;br /&gt;You came along &lt;br /&gt;At a wrong place, at a wrong time &lt;br /&gt;Or was it me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I dream of you every minute &lt;br /&gt;You're in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;You're always in it &lt;br /&gt;That's the only place I know &lt;br /&gt;Where you could be mine &lt;br /&gt;And I'm yours but only &lt;br /&gt;Till I wake up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be &lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be the two of us &lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be lovers &lt;br /&gt;Only friends &lt;br /&gt;You came along &lt;br /&gt;At a wrong place, at a wrong time &lt;br /&gt;You came along &lt;br /&gt;At a wrong place, at a wrong time &lt;br /&gt;Or was it me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every friend who's close to me ..I got easily fall...&lt;br /&gt;Especially if His showing extra sweet &lt;br /&gt;and kindness to me..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why...It's my weakness,&lt;br /&gt;or Maybe because I'm &lt;br /&gt;a type of person who wants to be pamper always... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend now, He is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He is not making hug to me or Holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;We do not  talk personally neither.&lt;br /&gt;but, there is something on Him,that really makes me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confuse with this feeling towards him...&lt;br /&gt;My friends expecting too much from us...&lt;br /&gt;Were just friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-62132183804373528?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/62132183804373528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/62132183804373528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-you.html' title='Why can&apos;t iT be lyrics'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAEiWvvqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nGdHVjDOJVk/s72-c/friends_cartoon_boys_forever.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1882789212935901053</id><published>2008-07-24T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:41:08.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For bRoken-heaRTEd person onLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SIhKmzJblEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhhyCPLnOKU/s1600-h/Q.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SIhKmzJblEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhhyCPLnOKU/s200/Q.jpg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226509397988709442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get over a heart ache? I know they say time heals all wounds but who needs time when you're heart broken? How do you get over an ex- boyfriend when you have to face him practically everyday? It just hurts to see a love that was once there but is not there now. We used to  be so close and now we're practically like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SIhKyyrDNII/AAAAAAAAACA/5IYITRw0AJU/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SIhKyyrDNII/AAAAAAAAACA/5IYITRw0AJU/s200/A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226509604019713154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How long were you and this guy going together? It is important to know that you are in a grieving process. Some people make closer attachments than others and these are harder to break off. It is also true that the more physically familiar you are to another, the harder it is to break off. I'm pretty sure that is the main reason why the Bible says not to have intercourse or heavy petting until you are married. I don't know how close the two of you got, but it sounds as though you are now going through a difficult time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1882789212935901053?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1882789212935901053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1882789212935901053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-broken-hearted-person-only.html' title='For bRoken-heaRTEd person onLY!'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SIhKmzJblEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WhhyCPLnOKU/s72-c/Q.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-5546589873227540782</id><published>2008-07-23T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:50:58.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love vs. SeX'/><title type='text'>Love vs. sEX(yES to LOVE!!!)</title><content type='html'>A teenage girl about 17 hadgone tovisitsome friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared theirvarious experiences of the past year.She ended up staying longer than planned,and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.As she walked along under the tall elm trees,Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became uneasy and began to pray,asking for God's protection.Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.When she reached the end of the alley,she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, she read in the newspaperm that  young girl had been raped in the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and &lt;br /&gt;the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.&lt;br /&gt;She felt she could recognize the man,so she told them her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the man was told he had beenidentified,he immediately broke down and confessed.The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do,for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if they would ask the man one question.Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone.She had two tall men walking on either side of her."Amazingly, whether you believe or not,you're never alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: God is always there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and loves you no matter what.....and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you stand up 4 him he will stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-5546589873227540782?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5546589873227540782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5546589873227540782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-vs-sexyes-to-love.html' title='Love vs. sEX(yES to LOVE!!!)'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-6137668220555584776</id><published>2008-07-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:58:02.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>fine w/ me</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, around 8:45 p.m. he, text me asking how was my day? I quickly reply “its okay, how about you?” I miss him. I do, not saw him the whole day in school; no matter how I tried still I cannot find him anywhere. My friends starting to got vexed w/ me because my mouth keeps on uttering his name. I have the nothing to do w/ that because no matter how I tried I cannot help but telling what I’ve fell. He is so special to me! Back on the text.&lt;br /&gt;He replied “I’m not okay grace. Someone screw me up! I wish I would vanished right now!” I was shock w/ the reply. I asked him “why? Who?” then he told me the whole thing. He was in the net, playing games. Then he opened his "friendster" account, for old time sick He visited the account of his ex-girlfriend. Right then he saw something that make him jealous and remember her again! You know reading this baggage of his past really makes me envious! I wish I was the girl he loved! I really think that envy thing right there and then! I LIKE HIM! I taught he was got over his past. But I was wrong. All this time he still cared for that bullshit girl! It really hurts a lot! I wanted to cry. I comfort him through text telling him that he doesn’t deserve her, sooner or later you will find a girl that will love you and vice versa etc.&lt;br /&gt;It’s clear as crystal clear that he doesn’t feel something special in me, like what I feel towards in him. Wish he knows what I feel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-6137668220555584776?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6137668220555584776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6137668220555584776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/fine-w-me.html' title='fine w/ me'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-6802160877301371409</id><published>2008-07-13T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:26:58.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'M tired!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am with mat today(mat, is our leader in thesis)he seems angry w/ me.  Hello I am trying to help him, do the best I can. But still I cannot! I do my research the other day, He tells me and jean to research the specific topic he gave. But I saved it on my flash drive! Stupid! I always got pressure w/ Him. I wanted to cry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-6802160877301371409?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6802160877301371409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6802160877301371409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired.html' title='i&apos;M tired!!!!!!!'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1417462125183667117</id><published>2008-07-10T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:51:46.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>He is always on my mind</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon everyone. Well I am here in front of the computer typing what is working on my mind now. Okay I just want to confess these thinking that bothering me often. It is really kind an annoying. How would I say this? I have a friend; no he is not really a friend because we do not talk in person. But we have a communication. We rarely see each other somewhere (I would not give you a hint guys I am pretty sure you know him.)I am kind a started to like him. Guys, I do like him. I do not know what is on him. But I think him every minute it's weird. Stop me! I still love my ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we are text mates. I just want somebody to get my attention that time. I wanted to get over my ex-boyfriend. My friend Sheena gave me His number since I told her I want a text mate. She told me also her guy friend is looking also for a text mate. According to her we have the same problem that is “wanted to get over our past Right there and then we text each other. Share problems and giving ideas how to move on. Funny we are solving our own problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1417462125183667117?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1417462125183667117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1417462125183667117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/confused.html' title='He is always on my mind'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2285327533394728848</id><published>2008-07-09T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:57:28.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moraL values/ realiTy check'/><title type='text'>besT quote</title><content type='html'>Below is a simple quote, yet struck me most.Come to think of it we had our own face, own family, own style of living, own relationship.We all have our own life.Yet, we still asking for more. People are people, we must admit that we are all envious  ".&lt;br /&gt;That is a reality. And I am not ashamed to admit that I do in someways, not all the time feel the JEALOUSY thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2285327533394728848?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2285327533394728848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2285327533394728848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-quote.html' title='besT quote'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2005364737968266074</id><published>2008-07-09T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:08:52.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>do I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAIoNDeKpI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wp2_CfYPlu8/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAIoNDeKpI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wp2_CfYPlu8/s200/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233192253796526738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAIhTfkSqI/AAAAAAAAADA/aBC2j0zInnU/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAIhTfkSqI/AAAAAAAAADA/aBC2j0zInnU/s200/u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233192135265897122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I? Let me share to you the whole story about the “looking” a like thing. Priscilla Navidad is a 17-year-old beauty queen from Davao. She is a hearing-impaired person who communicates through lip reading. I do not know here since then. But she is known for a reason that, she reign a crown for a Ms. Teen Davao. Luckily, she joined the PBB Teen Edition plus of ABS-CBN’s reality show. Right then, my friend Jean said I really look like Priscilla. My reaction for that comment is “shut up jean!? Who’s Priscilla, anyway? Oh I see, one contestant of PBB right? I do not think so. I do not look like her. Although she, is deaf but she is sexy and pretty. Unlike me!” Weeks past I already forgot that issue thing. But while waiting near a road for a tricycle the man said “OH I thought you are Priscilla! I am watching you behind.” I do have this manner that every time I am compared to other I get mad. So I said to that guy, “Do you want me to slap you? If you do, not then stop comparing me to that Priscilla!” The third time I heard about this stuff is when we ride a jeep. It happens that the driver of the jeep is really a cool man. My two gals, changing a joke to the driver. Although I did not join the conversation but, I laughed with them. Then the driver said, look the girl in apple green shirt looks like Priscilla. My friends laugh; I do not know. I did not feel any hatred to the driver. Instead I said “Thank you.” And give him a sweet smile. Maybe I found sincerity in his words. Last week the designer of our uniform, I do not know his maybe her name.He is a gay anyway. He said “oh girl, you are like Priscilla”Again I taught I am over this issue. But I am wrong. The gay is friendly to me. So I do not have guts to shut up his mouth. In fact I know he just want to say what is in his mind. “Do I? If that so, then thanks!” Then we laughed. I am now thinking who will be the next person who would say I look like a celebrity? What if Priscilla knows that I look like her, would she be happy or mad? Me? I just do not know what to feel every time I am compared to her. &lt;br /&gt;Guys do, I look like her? Please leave a comment....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2005364737968266074?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2005364737968266074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2005364737968266074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-i-let-me-share-to-you-whole-story.html' title='do I?'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SKAIoNDeKpI/AAAAAAAAADI/Wp2_CfYPlu8/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-770460852301050964</id><published>2008-07-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:20:48.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscOpe'/><title type='text'>The meaning of mY sign SAGITTARIUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhbOqm8LxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gDZM9W46Big/s1600-h/Sagittarius.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhbOqm8LxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gDZM9W46Big/s200/Sagittarius.1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222024075450003218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth sign of the zodiac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your element: Fire&lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet: Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;Tarot card corresponding to your sign: Temperance&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky color: Cobalt Blue&lt;br /&gt;Your stone: Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the other signs of Fire, your sign attracts others. If everything is going well in your life, and sometimes even in spite of problems, you have a gift for smiling, for gaiety, and for conviviality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your ruling planet Jupiter you have inherited a great potential for luck. Your intuition is very strong; you get this from the animal portion of your emblem: the centaur. The centaur has the body of an animal and the head of a man. Symbolically, the animal aspect represents intuition. This intuition should lead you towards good fortune, guide you in your choices, and bring you to people who are positive influences on you. It should give you the skill of rapid and fair decision-making, a flair for that which can do you good, and an almost animal-like suspicion of that which can do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the head represented by the human part of the centaur too often gets the upper hand over intuition. You hesitate, you doubt, you think too much. Sometimes you even fear getting too involved, and you become distrustful for no reason. Therefore you let a great deal of good fortune pass you by, whether it be in the emotional or material realm. You know that when a chance comes by it's absolutely necessary to seize it immediately. You often regret your hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relations to the other signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to get along well with Capricorns. There is sexual attraction with Scorpios but these relationships may be risky. It is difficult for you to understand Geminis, and passion or rejection are the two forms of romantic relations between your two signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can relate well to Tauruses as long as your intuition is active and brings gaiety to the relationship. Contact with Pisces is difficult. You can live happy moments with Leos, but be careful of superficial friendships and of disenchantment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short, unassuming analysis can help you to better conduct your existence. To learn to know yourself better allows you to maximize your strengths and minimize your weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who succeed in life are often those who know consciously or unconsciously to make the most of their talents, their advantages, and their strengths, while understanding how to maintain control over their weaknesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-770460852301050964?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/770460852301050964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/770460852301050964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/meaning-of-my-sign-sagittarius.html' title='The meaning of mY sign SAGITTARIUS'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhbOqm8LxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gDZM9W46Big/s72-c/Sagittarius.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-2297179335508234985</id><published>2008-07-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:26:40.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I want him back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhYiq-dUbI/AAAAAAAAABg/7N4wVFT8H28/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhYiq-dUbI/AAAAAAAAABg/7N4wVFT8H28/s200/v.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222021120611144114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months past when we had our breakup. Do I have to tell this? Okay I was the one who started the idea. Anyway it happened and I do not have an anything to do with that thing. “So what is the issue her grace?” Always ask myself. I think I am a lunatic person now. Cry, laugh and smile to ease the pain. What? Yes I did and do that every time I remember my stupidity of letting go. Okay, I missed him! I wish I still have my boyfriend until now. So what if I do not have him? Really is that a big deal? Yes, of course, it is! Oh my! Cannot help thinking him! What I supposed to do? “Well find someone to replace him that is a very brilliant idea to forget him” My brain said. But my heart answer, laughing, “If only that is easy to do” Yeah it’s the sad thing. So what I am supposed to do? “Nothing, just wait the right time, everything will be okay grace. Everything will turn to be okay”. As what myself telling me. But, but it’s not easy to sit, forget and wait at the right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-2297179335508234985?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2297179335508234985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/2297179335508234985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-want-him-back.html' title='I want him back'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_chopR2J8K58/SHhYiq-dUbI/AAAAAAAAABg/7N4wVFT8H28/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-7124359607712701693</id><published>2008-07-02T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:10:55.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>A Way To Get A Man's Attention   FAST</title><content type='html'>If you REALLY want to impress a man who is flirting with you... instead of basking in his flirtatious attention, ask him - in an equally flirtatious way this simple question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So tell me... what kind of woman do you respect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Adding a flirtatious element to a serious question is fun and inviting way of building SEXUAL TENSION that will instantly separate you from every other woman he's ever met. It lets him know that you're sassy, smart, and selective - an IRRESISTIBLE combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-7124359607712701693?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/7124359607712701693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/7124359607712701693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/way-to-get-mans-attention-fast.html' title='A Way To Get A Man&apos;s Attention   FAST'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-7449935494327971098</id><published>2008-07-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:49:44.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>"Why A Man Gets 'Scared Away'</title><content type='html'>"Why A Man Gets 'Scared Away' When You Try To Get Him To Commit For The Long-Term- And What To Do About It”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would like to ask you a few questions. Be open and honest with yourself as you answer them... Have you ever met a guy who seemed to be "Mr. Right", but after getting to know him better you could tell that he just did not think that same level of "connection" you felt? You were attracted to him, but he just was not into you the same way you were into him? In your mind, you could sense what a great guy he was, and that, somewhere deep inside; you both shared this strong "chemistry" that made you feel close and comfortable. But for some reason he did not want to connect truly with you. Another one... Have you ever slept with a guy very quickly after meeting him, but as it started to happen you got that sinking feeling in your stomach? You knew it was a mistake, but you did it anyway. And then the thing you KNEW would happen actually happened: He unexplainable disappeared from your life. Honestly, have you ever had this happen? Of coarse, the worst part was not that it happened, but that you KNEW you should not have done it in the first place... but you did it anyway. And finally: Have you ever dated a great guy for a long time... I am talking about six months, 12 months, or even longer... and it was getting to the point where you needed to have "the talk" with him. But when you tried to bring up the topic of having a relationship and making a bigger commitment, his eyes just glazed over... and then he became distant from you... and the relationship ended soon after? You were trying to get CLOSER to him, and somehow he kept moving further AWAY from you. I am guessing that when one of these things happened, your girlfriends said things like: "He's just a jerk, forget about him". Or they said: "He doesn't see the mistake he is making or what he will be missing". But he never seemed to see these mistakes... or even miss you. And the worst part of all: You kept thinking about it. In fact, it really GOT TO YOU. And I will bet the REASON why it got to you is because you worried that it might have been something to do with YOU (and not just because he was a total jerk). In fact, TO THIS DAY you still have the thinking that YOU may have done something wrong, and that you may have CAUSED some of the problems in the first place... and if you would have known the RIGHT thing to do, things would have turned out differently... Unfortunately, the bad news is that you are probably right. Chances are you DID have something to do with it, and things probably WOULD have turned out differently if you would have known how you are the situation. You COULD have done something about it... if only you had known WHAT to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-7449935494327971098?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/7449935494327971098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/7449935494327971098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-man-gets-scared-away.html' title='&quot;Why A Man Gets &apos;Scared Away&apos;'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1721549939929918367</id><published>2008-07-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:38:43.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>can we stiLL be friends lyrics</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this song to my ex-boyfriend. Who happens to be my friend now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t play this game anymore but&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Things just can’t go on like before but&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had something to learn&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time for the wheel to turn&lt;br /&gt;Grains of sand, one by one&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s admit we made a mistake but&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak’s never easy to take but&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a strange, sad affair&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes seems like we just don’t care&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste time feeling hurt&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been through hell together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still get together sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;You know that life will still go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke from our dream&lt;br /&gt;Things are not always what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Memories linger on&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a sweet, sad, old song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still get together sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;you know that life will still go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still get together sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Can we still be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that life will still go on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1721549939929918367?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1721549939929918367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1721549939929918367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dedicate-this-song-to-my-ex-boyfriend.html' title='can we stiLL be friends lyrics'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-6562638788582131378</id><published>2008-07-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:44:01.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>mY oJT</title><content type='html'>It is was months ago, when I finished my oJT @NCCC-ICT main office together w/ my two friends.Yet, it always coming back to my mind what happened.It’s really fun and memorable for me.Yes, it is not to mention the staff who was very kind to me.ummm also with my two buddies&gt;Let me, introduce them, Sir Allain, the supervisor, very cool guy who keeps on smiling whenever he is in good mood!.Sir jimboy, the man who’ve i do not understand.i do not know w? him but he is cool, hehehe.Sir ritChie, this guy was my crush, heheheh.You know what before  time ago, ummm the time when we are not yet in the office.Sir ritchie, is called the neird,yah yah because  he have his own world.The people seldom see Him smilling.But, when we become friends, he keep on talking na.Hehehe I assure you, guys if you meet him, you would like him.Sir jev, the harsh guy!.I do not know with Him.But His sweet and sincere to His words.Sir Bryan,I love this man.oooopPPs he is married already.He really love His wife.there are many reasons why I love sir bryan, so much.Not to mention he likes me.yah he does hahaha&gt;last but not the least Sir Jojo, the very cute guy especially when smiling on me.my heart keep on beating just kidding! Well really this man is such a generous and a very practical person.he is admitting his mistake.that’s why i do like Him as a Man.Enough with those guy around me, during my on-job training.But really I learned a lot.Those happy moments with them are really precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking foreword to see those guy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-6562638788582131378?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/6562638788582131378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=6562638788582131378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6562638788582131378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/6562638788582131378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-ojt.html' title='mY oJT'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-5180295213802254526</id><published>2008-06-28T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:32:12.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>Can boys get pregnat if two boys have sex?</title><content type='html'>Boys don’t have the right ’sex organ’ things to make babies&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, how would you like, choose which boy would have the baby ?, lol&lt;br /&gt;and, how would they give birth ?!&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway so here’s someone else’s answer ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;=No. Boys do not have a uterus or ovaries and do not produce eggs. Therefore they cannot get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;=No, No way&lt;br /&gt;=okay like whoever did this question is retarded?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-5180295213802254526?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/5180295213802254526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=5180295213802254526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5180295213802254526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/5180295213802254526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-boys-get-pregnat-if-two-boys-have.html' title='Can boys get pregnat if two boys have sex?'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-200270016786918751</id><published>2008-06-28T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:53:12.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comPutERS'/><title type='text'>NEW COMPUTER ACRONYMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="ln0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PCMCIA -People Can't Memorize Computer Industry Acronyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ln2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ISDN -It Still Does Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ln4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;APPLE -Arrogance Produces Profit Losing Entity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ln6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SCSI -System Can't See It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ln6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SCSI -System Can't See It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="ln10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BASIC -Bill's Attempt to Seize Industry Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IBM -I Blame Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEC -Do Expect Cuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD-ROM -Consumer Device, Rendered Obsolete in Months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS/2- Obsolete Soon, Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWW -World Wide Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENTIUM -Produces Erroneous Numbers Thru Incorrect Understanding of Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COBOL -Completely Obsolete Business Oriented Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIGA -A Merely Insignificant Game Addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISP- Lots of Infuriating &amp;amp; Silly Parenthesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIPS -Meaningless Indication of Processor Speed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS -Will Install Needless Data On Whole System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICROSOFT -Most Intelligent Customers Realize Our Software Only Fools Teenagers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISC -Reduced Into Silly Code&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-200270016786918751?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/200270016786918751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=200270016786918751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/200270016786918751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/200270016786918751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-computer-acronyms.html' title='NEW COMPUTER ACRONYMS'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-8257219759410254117</id><published>2008-06-28T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:30:31.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Set him free</title><content type='html'>Last April 4, I decided to break up with my boyfriend. After our one year anniversary last March 25 I decided to quit. The love is still their but; the commitment is not in the relationship anymore. I go out with another man. I do not know with my ex-boyfriend since we are in a long distance relationship. But I have women instinct that he never go out with other girls because I know how much he loves me. That is made my ego boast! I go out with someone, for just a friendly date? Okay I admit at first, of coarse I like the guy! My ex-boyfriend keeps on courting me, asking me to fix our ended affair. I just set Him aside because somehow I know he is still there for me whatever happens. Days, weeks and months past my date and I decided to be friends, since we have different views in life. I cannot breathe whenever He is around. I always got pressure whenever He asked me, what to eat, where to go? Every time I am with Him, I just cannot be me. I do not know. I cannot express what I wanted to say every time I am vexed with him. I always feel discontentment, I am not happy at all. I tried to be happy whenever His is around. .He do not know all this kind a hiding myself. Anyway he is a good person. It is just that only KELVIN REY PALMYRA makes me feel happy! He always makes me as the real GRACE all the time. With my boyfriend I easily express whatever in my minds. If I am angry I can shout at him. I can say my no and Yes! See the difference when I am with my date and with my boyfriend? So after the realization and all the craziness I had been. I text my boyfriend, ops I forgot my ex-boyfriend! What a sad love life I had a now. I asked his forgiveness and I confessed my sins and lies. I told Him what happened about me and my date. Of coarse he is really mad at me! I remember He cried that time he call me on the phone. Asking why I did that bullshit thing! Yes that bullshit! That was my entire fault. I am so stupid to let the man who I know, from the very start is the one who makes me HAPPY! I courted Him; yes I am the one who courted Him this time. Anyway courting a guy, whom you know deserve to be courted, is not a big deal. I just did what I think was right. I gave Him time to think. But He chooses to leave me now. I respect the decisions even though my happiness relies on that. I cry, cry and cry that night. Setting him free means I do not owe Him no more. He deserves someone else. How pathetic my life is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-8257219759410254117?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/8257219759410254117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=8257219759410254117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8257219759410254117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/8257219759410254117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/06/set-him-free.html' title='Set him free'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034117756822387520.post-1293849545243350589</id><published>2008-06-26T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T02:11:33.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><title type='text'>jusT for Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do boys avoid girls when the boys like them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The girl may not like the boy or know how to respond to the boy or even she is shy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my own opinion I think the boy avoiding the girls, simply because she is rejected by the girl. He can admit it on his self!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4034117756822387520-1293849545243350589?l=gracey25.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/feeds/1293849545243350589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4034117756822387520&amp;postID=1293849545243350589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1293849545243350589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4034117756822387520/posts/default/1293849545243350589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracey25.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-for-fun.html' title='jusT for Fun'/><author><name>gRaceAnn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09336369474548496760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_chopR2J8K58/SRlSJz0CTdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PKcy5T-eYsQ/S220/1_217153121l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
