<?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-3241865073463091145</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:10:52.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i see</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>707</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1173660411083086171</id><published>2009-06-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:28:38.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new home</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. I have shifted. Again.&lt;br /&gt;so say HI to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.gcatherinev.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1173660411083086171?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1173660411083086171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1173660411083086171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1173660411083086171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-home.html' title='new home'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1269490025166777399</id><published>2009-06-26T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:43:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFSI9X6R1sE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFSI9X6R1sE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@ i prefer this over Miley Cyrus. No offence to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1269490025166777399?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1269490025166777399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1269490025166777399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1269490025166777399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-bad.html' title='not bad'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4436188226335169917</id><published>2009-06-26T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:01:52.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinder - Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video/hinder-without-you/3055997"&gt;Hinder - Without You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Wae (Klutz :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4436188226335169917?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4436188226335169917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hinder-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4436188226335169917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4436188226335169917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/hinder-without-you.html' title='Hinder - Without You'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3229392761234616302</id><published>2009-06-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:57:56.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A great pop idol passed away yesterday. The day before,one of the original Charlie's Angels passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ RIP Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;days till trials: 50&lt;br /&gt;days till SPM: 144&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great isn't it? and I'm still here staring at the computer screen instead of my books. I'll be off to study in a while so don't worry. Trials is important for my future, for any Form 5's future. Our life hangs on that examination. Everything boils down to trials. IF  you do well in trials, you basically have a ticket to sail through SPM. Isn't that what we all want? Isn't it? School schmool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3229392761234616302?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3229392761234616302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-pop-idol-passed-away-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3229392761234616302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3229392761234616302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-pop-idol-passed-away-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1715862790697002521</id><published>2009-06-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:01:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>merder</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbBvQt9a0rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbBvQt9a0rs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that IS SO PERFECT. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1715862790697002521?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1715862790697002521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/merder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1715862790697002521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1715862790697002521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/merder.html' title='merder'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3210776228685532291</id><published>2009-06-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:14:19.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>na-na-na</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sj34tKh_ZsI/AAAAAAAAACk/8LvvagX-CTY/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sj34tKh_ZsI/AAAAAAAAACk/8LvvagX-CTY/s320/pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349705387190740674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a picture I did not take. The wonders of Flickr. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? I have a few "things". As in things which are 'my things'. You know, like I'm good at it [or at least kinda good at it]. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(warning.. pompous big headed Grace coming up. reader discretion advised.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre is my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Talking fast is my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Musical theatre is my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Crapping is my thing.&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I intend to make swimming my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like swimming. How can you not like swimming? Its such fun being 1/10th lighter in water. I love swimming. So now, swimming shall be my thing. okay? i don't care whether you agree with me or not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL again tomorrow. There's been a reported case of H1N1 in one of the primary schools in Petaling. SADLY, its not my school. or we'd have no school. i like NO school. NO school is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days to trial: 54 (give or take a day)&lt;br /&gt;STUDY people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3210776228685532291?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3210776228685532291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-na-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3210776228685532291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3210776228685532291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-na-na.html' title='na-na-na'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sj34tKh_ZsI/AAAAAAAAACk/8LvvagX-CTY/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3891214618012907070</id><published>2009-06-18T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:31:14.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I run this town :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0d/In_the_Heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 350px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/0d/In_the_Heights.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que carlor,que carlor,que carlor,que carlor,que carlor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Piragua. haha. :D I love that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's put some stuff into perspective&lt;br /&gt;1. SPM TRIALS IN 59 days. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;2. Results (mine) are almost the same/slightly worse than first term. I need to see improvement people. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tomorrow is the OFFICIAL stepping down day as exco. Unlike some people I can't wait. Well most of us can't wait. yay.&lt;br /&gt;4. Study people. no time for games. but there is time for piragua. :) :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. toodledoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;boricua bad boy. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3891214618012907070?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3891214618012907070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-i-run-this-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3891214618012907070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3891214618012907070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-told-you-i-run-this-town.html' title='I told you I run this town :)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1622319921891124921</id><published>2009-06-16T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:20:41.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>backstreet's back</title><content type='html'>90's music is nice. haha. Listening to Backstreet Boys. remember them? :) 90's had a lot of boy bands and bands in general right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school schmool.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1622319921891124921?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1622319921891124921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/backstreets-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1622319921891124921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1622319921891124921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/backstreets-back.html' title='backstreet&apos;s back'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3315529550884262136</id><published>2009-06-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:08:17.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>School on Monday. should I be happy or should I be blue? I honestly have no idea. What to do now that SPM is only 3/4 months away. Study and get myself properly organised of course. which is a wonder of what I'm doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI PI PI PI PI PI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEMMM CELLLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. -_- going nuts. I am nervous for exam results. waaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3315529550884262136?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3315529550884262136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3315529550884262136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3315529550884262136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_13.html' title='?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8181408019340442999</id><published>2009-06-12T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T07:20:59.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twitter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOSH I CANT BELIEVE HOW FUNNY "EDWARD CULLEN"'S TWITTER UPDATES ARE&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;# @darioboy089 [Staring you in the eyes coldly, in a low, warning voice wrapped in velvet] No. It won't.12:15 PM Jun 10th from Tweetie in reply to darioboy089&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;# @edwardsheroin [Cupping your face, thumbs running over your bottom lip, speaking softly] Are you about ready to go home, love?12:13 PM Jun 10th from Tweetie in reply to edwardsheroin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;they have the entire hale/cullen/werewolf gang on twitter!!!!! this is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;@EsmeACullen *low growl, whispering* I love when you speak to me in French, baby.12:52 PM Jun 11th from TwitterFon in reply to EsmeACullen&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :) :) :) true true. how sad are people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8181408019340442999?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8181408019340442999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8181408019340442999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8181408019340442999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/twitter.html' title='twitter?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6077065384116873217</id><published>2009-06-12T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T06:43:20.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paradigm shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjJbAtHLcuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vGQqHnAcu-8/s1600-h/Above_All-300dpi-3000.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjJbAtHLcuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vGQqHnAcu-8/s320/Above_All-300dpi-3000.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346435775310033634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a heart to heart talk with the most unlikely person in the world. I was shocked and glad that I was able to hear her out for the first time. Its surprising but sometimes the world breaks you (or people do) and you lean whoever is available. THIS is probably one of the memorable times in my whole high school life. in all honesty, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Miss Lee Jenn who's been such a dear person to me and to the rest of my circle of friends (harharhar). Congratulations on being 17. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Katrina, thank you for calling last night. sorry I turned my phone off on you.. i was half asleep since it was school today. SORRY and thanks. I'll live up to my word this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the more serious and thoughtful note, I think my life has sort of come full circle since Form 1. I'm kinda back where I started. Hm, maybe not full circle but a reasonable well shaped polygon. I'm not exactly where I started but somewhere along it with a better head on my shoulders and experiences backing me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this past few days have broken me down and helped me to see who is who in my life and how messed up my priorities have been lately. I've forgotten the importance of God in my life, I've forgotten who matters. I started my day differently today and it has been different for me. When you look through better lenses to the life you're living, everything is such a different place. Everything is much better and more beautiful that you've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there is joy in Him who leads us through pain,&lt;br /&gt;for all those who come to the table to be sustained,&lt;br /&gt;for there's joy; there is life here in my suffering'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is Life- Kelly Pease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6077065384116873217?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6077065384116873217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradigm-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6077065384116873217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6077065384116873217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/paradigm-shift.html' title='paradigm shift'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjJbAtHLcuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vGQqHnAcu-8/s72-c/Above_All-300dpi-3000.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1414431614075566813</id><published>2009-06-11T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:01:40.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEbcI_dmuI/AAAAAAAAABw/7zQ7tndgCS8/s1600-h/IMG_2986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEbcI_dmuI/AAAAAAAAABw/7zQ7tndgCS8/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084402929441506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess is the one on the right most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEbb13TdFI/AAAAAAAAABo/CzXHeWC6_bg/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEbb13TdFI/AAAAAAAAABo/CzXHeWC6_bg/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346084397794948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our recent 5A class party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEaf-8Qo7I/AAAAAAAAABg/fWiWX892AEY/s1600-h/Museum+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEaf-8Qo7I/AAAAAAAAABg/fWiWX892AEY/s320/Museum+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083369439503282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tying shoes at the museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEaf9VfznI/AAAAAAAAABY/bdP2chz7YnQ/s1600-h/Museum+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEaf9VfznI/AAAAAAAAABY/bdP2chz7YnQ/s320/Museum+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083369008483954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'perasan' shot of 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafktHxvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/91R6PLILeHU/s1600-h/Museum+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafktHxvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/91R6PLILeHU/s320/Museum+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083362396686066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gulp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafSz7P9I/AAAAAAAAABI/CElYa-KQEvI/s1600-h/j2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafSz7P9I/AAAAAAAAABI/CElYa-KQEvI/s320/j2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083357593386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"i want YOU for Jessica's army"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafQ3flKI/AAAAAAAAABA/-dQJZ81KkVc/s1600-h/j.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEafQ3flKI/AAAAAAAAABA/-dQJZ81KkVc/s320/j.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346083357071479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong uniform. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(pictures are in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miss Jessica Lee Jenn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I’m wishing you another year&lt;br /&gt;Of laughter, joy and fun,&lt;br /&gt;Surprises, love and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And when your birthday’s done,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope you feel deep in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;As your birthdays come and go,&lt;br /&gt;How very much you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;More than you can know.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday and I'm sorry that I messed it up. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1414431614075566813?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1414431614075566813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1414431614075566813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1414431614075566813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jess.html' title='happy birthday Jess'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/SjEbcI_dmuI/AAAAAAAAABw/7zQ7tndgCS8/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1400739047842088360</id><published>2009-06-10T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only hope</title><content type='html'>I'm watching A WALK TO REMEMBER and seeing the scene when Landon asks Jamie's father's permission to date his daughter makes me melt. That's so nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYY can't there be more Landons in this world for the rest of us?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because there aren't enough Jamies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"she makes me want to be different.. better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1400739047842088360?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1400739047842088360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1400739047842088360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1400739047842088360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-hope.html' title='only hope'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2821923739122693298</id><published>2009-06-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>internet..</title><content type='html'>Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;testing?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;HIIII?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;helloboom&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;this thing is CRAPPY&lt;br /&gt;rae sent 6/10/2009 9:54 PM:&lt;br /&gt;hello?&lt;br /&gt;rae sent 6/10/2009 9:54 PM:&lt;br /&gt;ola! bonsoir!&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HI&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;GRACE? ARE YOU GETTING THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLOOO?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;no my internet is crappy&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if you're reading this, though&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO LO LO LO LO?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HI?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HIHIHI? HUHU? HOHO?&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;HI HI I'M READING IT&lt;br /&gt;rae sent 6/10/2009 9:54 PM:&lt;br /&gt;are you getting this?&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;this is insane&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH LOL&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HI&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE BOTH GOING 'HELLOOO???'&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;this is mad&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;so funny!! hahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;so. its working right/&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;*right?&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;for now, yes&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD&lt;br /&gt;Grace* says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;rae says:&lt;br /&gt;HI! hahahahahahaahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2821923739122693298?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2821923739122693298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2821923739122693298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2821923739122693298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/internet.html' title='internet..'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6290751338821784579</id><published>2009-06-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bother</title><content type='html'>hrm. hrm. hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can bring Jess anywhere for her birthday. oh dear. AND I got her hopes up. :( I feel like a horrible friend you know. This sucks. grarr. OH WELL. WHAT TO DO. :/ :/ I'll have to settle for just a present. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bad friend right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6290751338821784579?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6290751338821784579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6290751338821784579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6290751338821784579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/bother.html' title='bother'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1202660662851291178</id><published>2009-06-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is this feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Si0e0TWsJEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/a1xVVpoQmWc/s1600-h/first.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Si0e0TWsJEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/a1xVVpoQmWc/s320/first.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344962216656118850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Si0egKWWunI/AAAAAAAAA0I/PrTiPCvhh1k/s1600-h/top+of+the+world.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Si0egKWWunI/AAAAAAAAA0I/PrTiPCvhh1k/s320/top+of+the+world.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344961870641412722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goal? obvious right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1202660662851291178?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1202660662851291178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1202660662851291178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1202660662851291178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-is-this-feeling.html' title='what is this feeling?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Si0e0TWsJEI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/a1xVVpoQmWc/s72-c/first.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4075779079091031473</id><published>2009-06-08T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3U565skJYFA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3U565skJYFA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4075779079091031473?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4075779079091031473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4075779079091031473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4075779079091031473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8860418580310986497</id><published>2009-06-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wae and Waise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sixrhf2hOLI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yP6zc5T5-tQ/s1600-h/bff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sixrhf2hOLI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yP6zc5T5-tQ/s320/bff.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344765081011959986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the record, the previous post wasn't for you. It was for someone else but I guess we haven't talked about us right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend. You're forever my twin sister. I'm you freaking maid of honor!! I insist on it. :) I know we're apart but we're forever right? We're going to have each other forever. I'm sorry I didn't go for your farewell dinner. I'm sorry I didn't meet up last time. Its my fault I admit. I wish I could change that but well, we did have our moment in the rain right? (sounds very wrong and soap opera-ish but that's us right?) I miss having you around. I miss fighting with you. I miss giggling about Matt Long with you. I miss imitating Jess with you. I miss listening to your voice. I miss you so much. Remember POTO? Remember the performance on stage? I couldn't have done it without you. Remember STB? Remember Penguin? Remember being the Wallaby? Remember being joined at the hip? Remember eating mint ice cream from Baskin Robbins and laughing at my 'dripping' hand? I do remember WWotW. I also remember Shuanne-anne-anne-anne-anne Li. Do you? Remember the time we had that fight in Form 2? Remember the Never Ending Story during English club? Remember the chickens with bird flu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much we share together and no one can replace you, nor do  I want anyone to. We don't have that much 'talk-time' but when we do we create memories. We come up with sillyness, we ask for advice, we listen to each other complain, we laugh about our celebrity crushes. I hate sharing you too which is why it hurt to see you with Michelle when we were in Form 2. I am selfish in that way so hey, we're a pretty good match right? We'll have best friends in the future, there's no way we won't. But we'll have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;. That &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us &lt;/span&gt;that no one can ever change. We have a superglue that does stick us together. I'm glad I've have you as my best friend, my sister. You've changed me in more ways than one. You've helped me grow and opened my eyes to how big the world is. I KNOW I'm not the best friend I should be. Circumstances don't allow us to talk as often as we can but we have ESPN no matter where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my best best best friend forever. Nothing can change that. No number of fights, no MILLIONS of miles or thousands of other friends can change/ will change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're related, remember? Even if we claim to be seperate in the future, we never will truly be. Let's face it, we're stuck together and I'd hate to have it any other way. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sixx6tMD4sI/AAAAAAAAA0A/IQE3taJrmds/s1600-h/bbff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sixx6tMD4sI/AAAAAAAAA0A/IQE3taJrmds/s320/bbff.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344772111158469314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A true Friend is the one who holds your hand and touches ur heart "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8860418580310986497?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8860418580310986497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/wae-and-waise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8860418580310986497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8860418580310986497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/wae-and-waise.html' title='Wae and Waise'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sixrhf2hOLI/AAAAAAAAAzw/yP6zc5T5-tQ/s72-c/bff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3233627516544777674</id><published>2009-06-07T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how can you not know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Siu3WP1EQJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/KGvO4k0V5mQ/s1600-h/dum.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Siu3WP1EQJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/KGvO4k0V5mQ/s320/dum.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344566975639339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Siu4RgraADI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KpSbbmkBxA4/s1600-h/la.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Siu4RgraADI/AAAAAAAAAzo/KpSbbmkBxA4/s320/la.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344567993774506034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss talking to u grace, some how i really do. hope ill get in contact with u soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm reading too much into that sentence but I ache to read it. Silly right? But tears did threaten to well up in my eyes. I'm over reacting right? Yeah, I probably am.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't want to. Its not that I don't consider you my friend but I'm afraid we don't have anything to talk about, you know. With you somewhere else there's a gap there. We don't talk about the same things anymore because what we had in common is hardly there. We talk whenever you come back but apart from that we don't communicate because we can't. I don't blame you for it, those are the circumstances. Each time we do talk, I hurt because I miss you. Remember how you call at midnight to make sure you have my full attention? I'd be half asleep when you'd say something stupid to wake me up. Now, I hate how it is. We've been so close since Form 1, you're my closest guy friend but now I'm scared of losing you. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too. I do. I remember how we act tough around other people but break down when its just us. I get to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; with you and I hope its the same with you. You're a great friend, I don't deny it. But I'm scared to pick up the phone because I don't want to have an awkward moment. I don't want to lose what we have, well.. had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3233627516544777674?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3233627516544777674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-you-not-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3233627516544777674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3233627516544777674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-can-you-not-know.html' title='how can you not know?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Siu3WP1EQJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/KGvO4k0V5mQ/s72-c/dum.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1715017333787298961</id><published>2009-06-06T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:21:35.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sip-piE7zQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YocUknweDU/s1600-h/cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sip-piE7zQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YocUknweDU/s320/cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344223159815752962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a round of applause for a realistic cast of high school students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HI to Glee, the new television show produced by FOX A.K.A. the television show I can't wait to watch. Glee is about high school students who are basically social outcasts, trying to find their niche. And they do in the Glee Club. Sadly their principal can't wait to scrape it off (seeing as the last director of the club was too busy flirting with the members than doing his actual job). Enter Will, the (CUTE) Spanish teacher, a former Glee Club member. He decides to take over Glee Club and regain their former glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.. there's a tough road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a talented cast (Lea Michele from Spring Awakening and Matthew Morrison from Hairspray) Glee is undoubtedly the most realistic portrayal of high school student on television. I am glad to see that the students are regular people (unlike the perfectly beautiful people on other shows *cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; * cough* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;* cough* AND don't walk around dropping brand names. Thank God someone sees sense in putting NORMAL people in NORMAL situations that the world can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glee&lt;/span&gt;ful to see stereotypes broken and honesty in fictional characters. Compared to Blair Waldorf or Naomi Clark, I can relate to these characters (and I'm not even American). Its nice to see characters that are searching for who they are because they don't fall into typical categories ie: jocks, cheerleaders, etc. I am happy to see a shows where the wheelchair ridden kid, Arty find somewhere to shine without watching a Hallmark production. (No offense to Hallmark, I love Hallmark). Its a different warmth you get watching Glee compared to the desperate need to buy hairbands after watching Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not really enjoy watching High School Musical so me saying that Glee is great is a good thing. We don't really have Gabriella Montez's or Troy Bolton's in this show. HSM was directed at preteens. Here, we have Rachel Berry, a girl who wants to be welcomed by her peers and to be special, and Finn, a jock who wants to be play his sport while enduring his friends teasing because he enjoys singing. High School Musical- cheesyness+ real life+ angst - unrealistic plans to save the day= Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright.. there is an essence of a cliche since Rachel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; going to fall for Finn (who's dating a cheerleader, Quinn. by the way, Quinn is the head of the Chastity club (you didn't see that coming right?)) but what is life without the little cliches? I think this show is going to be inspiration to teenagers and even teachers who have lost the love for what they do. Why?  It's honest. It is not extravagant or pure-fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's my verdict? WATCH IT. and tell me what you think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1715017333787298961?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1715017333787298961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1715017333787298961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1715017333787298961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/glee.html' title='glee'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X0sQRc6l1Bo/Sip-piE7zQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7YocUknweDU/s72-c/cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-801509117369667578</id><published>2009-06-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life worth living</title><content type='html'>Life is nothing without having that fire to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing without the passion of reaching and achieving those goals that you long for inside.&lt;br /&gt;I know people who live life without that passion.&lt;br /&gt;I know people who just go day to day without love for what they do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that for myself or for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;how can you live without that spark?&lt;br /&gt;how can you breathe when you regret the very breath you take?&lt;br /&gt;Life without that 'amour' for life?&lt;br /&gt;I never want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how hard it is, I'm determined to do what I love for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think you should be too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-801509117369667578?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/801509117369667578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-worth-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/801509117369667578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/801509117369667578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-worth-living.html' title='life worth living'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8886854756631991171</id><published>2009-06-03T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha thanks Steph</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lj-x9ygQEGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this from Steph's blog. Its HYSTERICAL. Its the version of Bonnie Tyler's classic based on the video. PLEASE WATCH. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8886854756631991171?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8886854756631991171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-thanks-steph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8886854756631991171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8886854756631991171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/haha-thanks-steph.html' title='haha thanks Steph'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-571085319804825990</id><published>2009-06-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please forgive me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiXyZLGBYiI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vvid56DghHg/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiXyZLGBYiI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vvid56DghHg/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342943047233659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise that I'm not the best friend you need. I'm sorry that I'm not the best daughter. I'm sorry I mess up a lot. I'm sorry that I apologise a lot to no avail. I'm sorry I judge before you are doing explaining. I'm sorry I sit on my high horse and claim to be moral axis of the world. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for not being who YOU needed at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I hope this time you can forgive me and let me be there for you when you need me from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-571085319804825990?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/571085319804825990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-forgive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/571085319804825990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/571085319804825990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-forgive-me.html' title='please forgive me'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiXyZLGBYiI/AAAAAAAAAzU/vvid56DghHg/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8153371156941357214</id><published>2009-06-02T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toy story 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXJEDUainX4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXJEDUainX4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the memories. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8153371156941357214?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8153371156941357214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/toy-story-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8153371156941357214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8153371156941357214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/06/toy-story-3.html' title='toy story 3'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3267324724097957721</id><published>2009-05-31T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a gleek (that is not a typo)</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of building myself around other people, you know. Its awfully tiring to keep up. AND its very silly. How can you build your life around someone who frankly, does not even know you exist. You're probably confused but I don't think I'm going to clear any of this up for you. Its fine that you don't understand and I hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to two things:&lt;br /&gt;1. RAT&lt;br /&gt;there was a rat in the kitchen which ate through the drawers and some of our 'black rubbish bin' plastics. dreadfully hideous and dirty rat from the sewers and beyond. probably from hell. but maybe hell is cleaner than that thing. yuck. I don't like rats. They are disgusting. sick. plain disgustingly sick. that does not make much sense but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Matthew Morrison&lt;br /&gt;He plays the teacher in GLEE. and he's cute. hahaha. as in well.. cute. -_- AND HE SINGS WELL. Alleluia for guys who sing well!! AND he was on Broadway. now where can I get someone who has those SAME credits to their name except 10-12 years younger than him? any takers? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Juy_IPaRhNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Juy_IPaRhNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ratatouille!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3267324724097957721?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3267324724097957721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-gleek-that-is-not-typo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3267324724097957721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3267324724097957721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-gleek-that-is-not-typo.html' title='i&amp;#39;m a gleek (that is not a typo)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6074635442284202787</id><published>2009-05-30T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHNRo7ZqSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xHa945Rn0JU/s1600-h/twilight.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHNRo7ZqSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xHa945Rn0JU/s320/twilight.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341776335966152994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHM7poIcII/AAAAAAAAAzE/nXkKtFcQWRM/s1600-h/true+blood.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHM7poIcII/AAAAAAAAAzE/nXkKtFcQWRM/s320/true+blood.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341775958196646018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHMlEUggHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7KKdtN53Peg/s1600-h/vd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHMlEUggHI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7KKdtN53Peg/s320/vd.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341775570225102962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEEEE those thingies up there? CLEARLY our culture is obsessed with vampires. -.- nothing wrong with writing stories/ producing shows with these blood-sucking creatures but True Blood, Twilight and The Vampire Diaries are all pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy vampire likes girl, girl likes vampire. she's willing to become a vampire.. bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on... is there no other idea to write about? True Blood is the matured version of Twilight whereas Vampire Diaries was written BEFORE Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please SOMEONE write some OTHER plot line. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note here's something I thought was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kelly Ripa: Adam Lambert fans are called Glamberts but Regis's fans are called REJECTS! &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha. lol. she's funny. IF you didn't know, Kelly Ripa is Regis's co host on 'Regis and Kelly'. Regis is the most popular show host in the world with the world record of most screen time. isn't that cool? He's really funny too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6074635442284202787?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6074635442284202787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6074635442284202787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6074635442284202787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/right.html' title='right..'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHNRo7ZqSI/AAAAAAAAAzM/xHa945Rn0JU/s72-c/twilight.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-678413218035496249</id><published>2009-05-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>took the midnight train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHJ5d6pbFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/SW_IUAd4c60/s1600-h/glee+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHJ5d6pbFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/SW_IUAd4c60/s320/glee+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341772622158457938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHI9u6XNEI/AAAAAAAAAys/q2X2Nfn5pOU/s1600-h/glee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHI9u6XNEI/AAAAAAAAAys/q2X2Nfn5pOU/s320/glee.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341771595928515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess I'm a sucker for MUSICALS however HSM-like. Glee is a new TV show that FOX is producing which looks cheesy but WHATEVER! I love cheesy stuff its always good to see something 'healthy' on TV. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, CONGRATULATIONS TO ALEX for getting confirmed. I wanted to be there but I couldn't dear. The traffic was killer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to a friend, how come you don't talk to me anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-678413218035496249?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/678413218035496249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-midnight-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/678413218035496249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/678413218035496249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/took-midnight-train.html' title='took the midnight train'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SiHJ5d6pbFI/AAAAAAAAAy0/SW_IUAd4c60/s72-c/glee+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6546732492502484560</id><published>2009-05-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoNnW2IpGUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FoNnW2IpGUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. agreed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6546732492502484560?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6546732492502484560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6546732492502484560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6546732492502484560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-210180191638070040</id><published>2009-05-28T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a noisy hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6CObBPL1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/56Gy4ZBZm98/s1600-h/announce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6CObBPL1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/56Gy4ZBZm98/s320/announce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340849392390713170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David Cryer as Monsieur Firmin and George Lee Andrews as Monsieur Andre in &lt;i&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firmin: Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Andre: What?&lt;br /&gt;Firmin: School's out for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that was pathetic. I'm in a cranky mood since I'm rather sleepy. two weeks of studying and other things. :) :) OH BOTHER. i love holidays, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfSObcR8lXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TfSObcR8lXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL. Susan Boyle's was good but still I adore Lea Salonga's version (above). If she can do it, well so can I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I got my first A in Add Maths: 74%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-210180191638070040?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/210180191638070040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-noisy-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/210180191638070040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/210180191638070040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-noisy-hall.html' title='just a noisy hall'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6CObBPL1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/56Gy4ZBZm98/s72-c/announce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4723085222957049379</id><published>2009-05-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh1Kzyc-k8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vPT1CLzg_ME/s1600-h/so+much+better.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh1Kzyc-k8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vPT1CLzg_ME/s320/so+much+better.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340506986708374466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4723085222957049379?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4723085222957049379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/lbb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4723085222957049379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4723085222957049379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/lbb.html' title='LBB'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh1Kzyc-k8I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vPT1CLzg_ME/s72-c/so+much+better.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7097322180187881061</id><published>2009-05-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Shj2Vk2a-1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/kMkRVBO5Ojw/s1600-h/elphaba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Shj2Vk2a-1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/kMkRVBO5Ojw/s320/elphaba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339288208777345874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:) I will watch Wicked one day. Oh how nice it would be to be on broadway!!! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was confirmation. Mel and Katrina came. :) :) it was okay but the homily was.. well. let's move on from that. BUT the down side.. the MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR downside was Schave was there. Well, he was but he didn't come in front to be with us. I sent him a message later and he was upset about something so he made it as though he wasn't there. He's a great teacher and should have/was meant to be there. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the reason I LOVEEEEE Adam Lambert and why I think he should have won.&lt;br /&gt;1. AH-MAZING resume&lt;a href="http://www.broadway.com/Adam-Lambert/broadway_stars/5023069"&gt; clicky (check the credits part)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He got a standing ovation from SMOKEY ROBINSON!!! (never been done before.. in ANY season of AI)&lt;br /&gt;3. He got a standing ovation from SIMON COWELL!! (NEVER EVER been done before in AI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ENOUGH!!!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.broadway.com/American-Idol-Runner-Up-Adam-Lambert-on-Making-It-Doing-Broadway-and-Being-Theatrical-/broadway_news/5028077"&gt;clicky: post Idol interview&lt;/a&gt; with Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O;FJEKUH;LZESJDFOF.TJ;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he should have won.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My tender heart tends to start to bleed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when someone needs a makeover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I simply have to take over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know, I know exactly what they need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glinda&lt;/span&gt; in 'POPULAR'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;OST of Wicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7097322180187881061?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7097322180187881061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7097322180187881061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7097322180187881061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-wicked.html' title='I feel Wicked'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Shj2Vk2a-1I/AAAAAAAAAyM/kMkRVBO5Ojw/s72-c/elphaba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7631022769495254733</id><published>2009-05-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:18.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever my idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6J7nC325I/AAAAAAAAAyk/RJ-QHLTouGE/s1600-h/adam99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6J7nC325I/AAAAAAAAAyk/RJ-QHLTouGE/s320/adam99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340857865294306194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well Kris Allen won. Americans are not that smart/ daring/ 'open to new ideas' as they claim to be. Or at least those who didn't vote for Adam were. He's my idol so I don't care. BOO Kris Allen fans. I reverted back to this blogskin because I'm feeling cranky today. I need a little bit of sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7631022769495254733?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7631022769495254733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever-my-idol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7631022769495254733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7631022769495254733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/forever-my-idol.html' title='forever my idol'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sh6J7nC325I/AAAAAAAAAyk/RJ-QHLTouGE/s72-c/adam99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3253045254557198703</id><published>2009-05-16T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over my head</title><content type='html'>Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt; You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt; Lyin' on the floor&lt;br /&gt; Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt; Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt; Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt; Just a little late&lt;br /&gt; You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Found Me, THE FRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva flies away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams the world far away&lt;br /&gt;In this cruel children's game&lt;br /&gt;There's no friend to call her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eva, NIGHTWISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad World, GARY JULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow ride, take it easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slow Ride, FOGHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every 99 times&lt;br /&gt;You looked me in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;You looked me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And swore you werent lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99 times, KATE VOEGELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll turn around&lt;br /&gt;I'll see your hand reach out&lt;br /&gt;I'm only fooling myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only Fooling Myself, KATE VOEGELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be&lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see&lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Over My Head, THE FRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many words to say, i'm unable to open my mouth. I'm tired. I really am. as long as I get what I want, I'm willing to be tired a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3253045254557198703?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3253045254557198703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3253045254557198703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3253045254557198703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/over-my-head.html' title='over my head'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8600306838310916905</id><published>2009-05-01T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing race</title><content type='html'>I think the Amazing Race today went well. It was fun seeing people get wet and have flour all over their faces. I know, I'm cruel in that way. But you must admit that it is funny. I think everyone had fun since it was entertaining at all points. Suan Li, Mel and Jess were at Sri Melur while I went to Giant with my mom. Tomorrow is my uncle's birthday and so my mom wants to make a nice lunch/dinner for him. Hence I missed the catching up with Suan. But that doesn't really matter since we talk to each other online on occasion. I'm sure the three of them had fun. SMK Seafield is where I'm headed at 4pm to help the exco decorate the hall. Its going to be an hour and a half of decorating. Tiring. BUT this is the last BIG event that the exco board is going to be in charge of until we step down so I'm alright with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams in a week's time. Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8600306838310916905?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8600306838310916905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8600306838310916905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8600306838310916905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-race.html' title='amazing race'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4326741524787240786</id><published>2009-05-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start</title><content type='html'>I have tweaked my blog page again. Yes, again people. I made the banner thing on top myself. :D Pretty proud of it. The pictures represent what life is to me; aspiration, inspirations and experience. That is meaningful compared to just a word right? Anyway, tomorrow is the Amazing Race in school so its busy busy busy. Suan Li is going to meet up with Melanie and Jessica but I can't make it since its all busy busy busy. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I watched you walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I never thought I'd say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4326741524787240786?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4326741524787240786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4326741524787240786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4326741524787240786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/05/start.html' title='start'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2410237301423282276</id><published>2009-04-30T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@_______@</title><content type='html'>WHHYYYYYY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THE WORLD DO THIS TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN ADAM LAMBERT BE IN THE BOTTOM TWO OF AMERICAN IDOL?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LOGIC WHATSOEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank GOD he's safe. he has to win this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid Americans!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2410237301423282276?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2410237301423282276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2410237301423282276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2410237301423282276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='@_______@'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6881328946148100395</id><published>2009-04-29T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxKjDUrmecA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxKjDUrmecA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUAN LI! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6881328946148100395?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6881328946148100395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6881328946148100395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6881328946148100395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_29.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5063492364993004026</id><published>2009-04-28T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon</title><content type='html'>I look at what I could have had and I wish I was different.&lt;br /&gt;I look at what I could have and I learn to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should never give up on my goals in life right? Nor should you (yes, YOU! -jabs finger at reader-). It is not good to give up. If you slip up in your efforts just forgive yourself and move on. Life will continue whether or not you want to wade in the pool of self pity. Don't even bother dipping your foot into it! Just get out and move on. I hate sitting in that pool of misery because it drains you of every bit of strength and hope you have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get over it and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5063492364993004026?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5063492364993004026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5063492364993004026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5063492364993004026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/c.html' title='c&amp;#39;mon'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4808061015803732872</id><published>2009-04-25T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>matter to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IAa3pekxJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2IAa3pekxJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I consider one of the 'last year of high school' songs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought some things don't change but they do. Isn't that sad? But I cannot stop anyone from embracing who they really are. Maybe in reality we're all too different and knowing each other was just a moment in time. We see things differently know and we both know it. We all know it. I thought I had you compared to the rest but I don't do I? You take things better than I do. Let's stop pretending. Clearly we don't have what we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4808061015803732872?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4808061015803732872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/matter-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4808061015803732872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4808061015803732872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/matter-to-me.html' title='matter to me'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4029877475140807800</id><published>2009-04-25T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>public speaking</title><content type='html'>I lost today but I didn't care. I had fun though. I saw David, Rue Anne and Janice (who I missed so much. It was fun seeing her again) I didn't mind losing. I never intended to win. Yeah yeah, bad attitude but it is the truth. my heart wasn't in it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god this week is over. I'm so glad it is. I feel better now that public speaking is out of the way. Its negative me again so yes, I'm glad the memorising of speeches is done with. WOOHOO. Now the focus on studies and future kicks in. :/ that's good actually. YAY! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm. now this post looks very pointless. =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4029877475140807800?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4029877475140807800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-speaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4029877475140807800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4029877475140807800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-speaking.html' title='public speaking'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-173426758496592345</id><published>2009-04-23T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smurfy jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SfBiMoHblrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dr5cyjxq5BE/s1600-h/Smurfette_then_and_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SfBiMoHblrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dr5cyjxq5BE/s320/Smurfette_then_and_now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327866328245835442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is Jessica. well. it looks like her. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRace says:&lt;br /&gt;you look like a smurf&lt;br /&gt;-jessica-- easier said than done, but, back to first base! ^^ says:&lt;br /&gt;what's a smurf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-173426758496592345?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/173426758496592345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/smurfy-jess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/173426758496592345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/173426758496592345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/smurfy-jess.html' title='smurfy jess'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SfBiMoHblrI/AAAAAAAAAxU/dr5cyjxq5BE/s72-c/Smurfette_then_and_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-3460120174249564191</id><published>2009-04-22T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;  It's never too late to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;What have you done today to make you feel proud?&lt;br /&gt;  You could be so many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you make that break for freedom&lt;br /&gt;  What have you done today to make you feel proud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud, Heather Small&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-3460120174249564191?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/3460120174249564191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3460120174249564191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/3460120174249564191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-963135694346170726</id><published>2009-04-22T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tweety bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Se7kPt6x4II/AAAAAAAAAxM/90H6dgdRVQM/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Se7kPt6x4II/AAAAAAAAAxM/90H6dgdRVQM/s320/Image045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327446367901180034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acopoco (pronounced.. A-KO-PO-KO). -_- i know.. but that's tiny. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-963135694346170726?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/963135694346170726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweety-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/963135694346170726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/963135694346170726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweety-bird.html' title='tweety bird'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Se7kPt6x4II/AAAAAAAAAxM/90H6dgdRVQM/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-864606024891705083</id><published>2009-04-12T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie Boheme</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;Bo⋅he⋅mi⋅an&lt;/h2&gt; a person, as an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;maybe that does not sound like me at all but in my opinion, I am bohemian. Sort of. You see, with the trends of the world pointing one way, the less traditional and less conservative way, I go in the opposite direction. The conservative and traditional methods appeal to me. Along time, the meaning and definition of bohemian has changed. People and the way we live change. No surprise then that the traditionalists are considered 'boho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-864606024891705083?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/864606024891705083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-vie-boheme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/864606024891705083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/864606024891705083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-vie-boheme.html' title='La Vie Boheme'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8167103088340678530</id><published>2009-04-11T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>type A</title><content type='html'>OH PLEASE forgive me if I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8167103088340678530?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8167103088340678530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/type.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8167103088340678530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8167103088340678530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/type.html' title='type A'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4166667760196806708</id><published>2009-04-09T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>is it easy to lose it all in a moment?&lt;br /&gt;Lose money, your home, your friends, your family, your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lose yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is possible. And it is also very real. Struggling in life with many different opposing forces does make you just want to GIVE UP and when you do, everything is a downward spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aeiou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naive. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. ~ Ralph Ellison, "Invisible Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4166667760196806708?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4166667760196806708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4166667760196806708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4166667760196806708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7531682011875360512</id><published>2009-04-04T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sdf4nsedZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Dll2GprNi_Y/s1600-h/star_leo_scope.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sdf4nsedZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Dll2GprNi_Y/s320/star_leo_scope.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320994845599032402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week will be full of inspiration and things to do, so keep your planner around. And don't forget to write down all the flashes of genius that will be coming your way. Even if some of these revelations will seem a little bit crazy, don't limit yourself. In time, you'll be able to pick out your very best ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) :0 :/ &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully that horoscope thing works out in my favour. I've got to go get ready for Cathecism class and Mass. Today's reading is going to be extremely long since its Palm Sunday. Easter's next week. :D YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Owner/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7531682011875360512?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7531682011875360512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/meow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7531682011875360512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7531682011875360512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/meow.html' title='meow?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sdf4nsedZFI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Dll2GprNi_Y/s72-c/star_leo_scope.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-252280469159134371</id><published>2009-04-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness is</title><content type='html'>Being happy is not hard really. I know, you're probably thinking "Right..." THIS coming from the girl who always complains about the little things that come her way. I know I do that. But honestly, I think happiness is not hard to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being happy about the normal things in life. Being able to spend time with your family, being able to go to school, being able to have homework to do, being able to have a future to look forward to. Just being alive is a blessing we should ALL be grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, being happy is not easy when things go wrong. But most of the time, when things do go wrong and we get mad, its usually because its our fault that things go wrong. WE cause things to mess up, WE are lazy to study, WE give up much too easily. It is basically our fault we mess up most of the time and make ourselves unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess up. Study, exercise, talk to that person you wish you could have, say NO when you don't want to do something. If you do mess up although you've tried your best, let it go. Who cares anymore right? You've done your best. You've done all you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guess what? I got number 2 in class. :D YAY! Gan Chien Yin got number 1 (surprise, surprise -.-). Next term I need to get straight A's!! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-252280469159134371?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/252280469159134371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/252280469159134371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/252280469159134371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-is.html' title='happiness is'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8027567503088650470</id><published>2009-03-31T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SdHs6suiheI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2bWvBco5O8Q/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SdHs6suiheI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2bWvBco5O8Q/s320/baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319293128084194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby picture is from&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ania_p/1433846907/"&gt; http://www.flickr.com/photos/ania_p/1433846907/&lt;/a&gt;. Looks like Tommy from Rugrats right? :D :D Cute and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better today and feel a little more hopeful about things. Don't you? I did up Fiona's page for her. Check it out (she's linked) if you'd like. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8027567503088650470?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8027567503088650470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8027567503088650470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8027567503088650470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=': )'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SdHs6suiheI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2bWvBco5O8Q/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8449837284539441320</id><published>2009-03-27T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hrm</title><content type='html'>I have not touched the computer in the past 4 days and so this is actually a record/ an achievement. My grades in total (for the eleven subjects I take in school, not counting Bible Knowledge taken out of school) is: 9A1s, 2B4s and 1C5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That isn’t so bad now is it? I think it’s quite good. Except for the C in Bio. Gosh I hate that one. I am determined to score straight A1s in Mid Terms. Don’t we all? That’s why I have refrained from using the computer/TV from Monday (I started on Tuesday this week) to Friday so I will have time to study and balance everything else. Its worked out well I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new Maths teacher is a Form 6 student.. EX form 6 student. He’s okay. I guess. Smart but slightly childish. He’s a boy (duh) so the maturity level at 20 is still rather low. The probates were introduced to the school this week and I’m having fun with them. They are the funniest people. I guess we have a ‘quite OK group’ this time round. So, generally this week has been alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling rather gloomy now. Gloomy for a lot of reasons. Ah well, life’s what you make it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8449837284539441320?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8449837284539441320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/hrm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8449837284539441320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8449837284539441320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/hrm.html' title='hrm'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-763210066590823520</id><published>2009-03-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scoreboard</title><content type='html'>Additional Maths: 59%&lt;br /&gt;English: 90%&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Malaysia: 80%&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah: 75%&lt;br /&gt;Accounts: 87%&lt;br /&gt;Physics: 85%&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 62%&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 58%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just shoot myself. Am I proud? Of course not. I feel like mud. or worse. oh well, suck it up and move on right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-763210066590823520?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/763210066590823520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/scoreboard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/763210066590823520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/763210066590823520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/scoreboard.html' title='scoreboard'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4744571550627820023</id><published>2009-03-21T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kau saudara ku, kau sahabat ku</title><content type='html'>Something that I learnt at camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;a friend is someone you can truly rely on. You tell your problems to them and they share theirs with you. You call them to talk about anything out of the blue and you know, they are there to listen. You don't mind when they call you to complain about the way their bad hair day. Its a sort of trust you have. Its telling them your secrets and knowing they would never tell anyone else. Its knowing that they know boundaries and you do too. its them being there for you and you for them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, do you have any friends? real ones? just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4744571550627820023?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4744571550627820023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/kau-saudara-ku-kau-sahabat-ku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4744571550627820023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4744571550627820023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/kau-saudara-ku-kau-sahabat-ku.html' title='kau saudara ku, kau sahabat ku'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2648418948459082302</id><published>2009-03-21T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singing rollybollyball a penny a pitch</title><content type='html'>Hrm.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Luvena,&lt;br /&gt;you look SO old.&lt;br /&gt;not in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;like a mature way.&lt;br /&gt;but just, i don't know. Its just that you look so. gosh. not in a bad way again. Its just that I am not used to having such a fabulous looking friend who looks wise beyond her years and has her life all sorted out. Get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm in a bitter mood. Why? because I realise now that I cannot do what I wanted to do tomorrow. It is just way out of my league right now. I'm really tight on my time and joining that, no matter how fun it is... its just a big no-no for me. I haven't even told my parents. I don't want to hear them tell me how my studies matter more. Or even support me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want. :s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2648418948459082302?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2648418948459082302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing-rollybollyball-penny-pitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2648418948459082302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2648418948459082302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/singing-rollybollyball-penny-pitch.html' title='singing rollybollyball a penny a pitch'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-362099679775356418</id><published>2009-03-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ra ra ra</title><content type='html'>oh dear. I signed up for it. But but but but.. I doubt I'd be able to make it. I hate not being able to do the things I want. So yes, I'm not going to go into detail about whatever it is. I would die of humiliation. THAT is the honest truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams, dreams. So hard to achieve no? I want this and that and everything in between. I have to put my life into perspective. I can't keep going and going until I find that everything that I did was a waste of time. When can I really come to terms that I mess up a lot because I don't bother to pick myself up after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priorities, priorities. Does anyone know where I put mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its me again. who else right? I own this blog. anyway, I just can't believe that I managed to get inspired by this random guy from Brazil. No, I don't know him personally. Probably never will. He was so honest and he gave me that boost that I truly truly needed. God is so good. A RANDOM Brazilian!! Can you believe that? I ... wow, I really am glad I clicked on that link. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-362099679775356418?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/362099679775356418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/ra-ra-ra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/362099679775356418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/362099679775356418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/ra-ra-ra.html' title='ra ra ra'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5311570717447423004</id><published>2009-03-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>off we go, into the blue wild yonder</title><content type='html'>Again I have changed the layout style. If you had dropped by in the past hour, this would be surprising result of what I have been playing with earlier. If you had stopped to look every few minutes, you would have seen so many other versions of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling mucho better. (does that make sense since 'better' is a comparitive and 'mucho' means much which is also comparitive?) Thank goodness that momentary spasm of the brain has passed. I feel better. I really do. Such a relief it is to be a little (a lot) better than I was an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. well. I have nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I'll talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's show was Country Music and sadly, Adam Lambert murdered Ring of Fire. He killed the song, as in brutally murdered it. Couldn't he have done something by well, frankly there is no country song that would have suited Adam. Anoop Desai has redeemed himself from his attempt at being M.Jackson last week. Danny did well, as always. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL. I wish Adam didn't murder that song. IF he does end up being the one with the lowest votes I do hope the judges use that save of theirs. He can win but gosh, KILLING that song was such a big mistake. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan Corkrey otherwise known now as Megan Joy was sick. but still, I never really liked her. :/ Sorry to those who do but not for me. Matt Giraud surprised me. I liked his rendition of So Small, which is one of my favourite Carrie Underwood songs. :) Lil' Rounds, her song didn't step up to the version Carrie Underwood. Sad to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver, I had no idea what he was saying. But he managed to say a WHOLE lot of words in one breath. Alison did great. as always. Kris Allen was good. But he won't get far in this competition. But clearly, country is the genre for him. Scott did a nice performance. I like it better than the one he did last week. Paula Abdul told him to perform without the piano sometimes but really, Scott dancing? how wrong would that be? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Grace may look like Dolly Parton but her voice needed to be a little huskier for that country tone. 'Jolene' is such a nice song but without Dolly's tone, it just does not work. I love Alexis though, Dirty Diana last week was realllllyyyy good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, bottom two this week is&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert (WHY??!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Sarver. (:/ love him but not THAT great tonight)&lt;br /&gt;adding to that...&lt;br /&gt;and maybe Megan OR Lil' Rounds for bottom 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! a nice post. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5311570717447423004?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5311570717447423004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-we-go-into-blue-wild-yonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5311570717447423004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5311570717447423004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-we-go-into-blue-wild-yonder.html' title='off we go, into the blue wild yonder'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-650125088034594396</id><published>2009-03-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO-ti-va-tion</title><content type='html'>MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;I really a need a shot of that. Its like a rollercoaster ride. ONE DAY, you're up in the sky. the next day, you're thinking 'i can't do this'. anyone know the secrets to stay motivated. permanently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having absolutely 0 motivation to do anything. Isn't that the worst part of reaching goals? see, i am rather annoyed now until I have no mood to write anything proper.&lt;br /&gt;(insert scream here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is going to be under renovation. temporarily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-650125088034594396?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/650125088034594396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-ti-va-tion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/650125088034594396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/650125088034594396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-ti-va-tion.html' title='NO-ti-va-tion'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2700451370743531152</id><published>2009-03-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sb0H3d-9YMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6UFxPSKXdek/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sb0H3d-9YMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6UFxPSKXdek/s320/12.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313411784889950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0827170/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0827170/"&gt;Orsino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Make no compare Between that love a woman can bear me And that I owe Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0835916/"&gt;Cesario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Ay, but I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0835916/"&gt;Orsino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What dost thou know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0835916/"&gt;Cesario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'd a man As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true true.&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand that? :/ an explanation:&lt;br /&gt;Brother and sister Viola and Sebastian, who are not only very close but look a great deal alike, are in a shipwreck, and both think the other dead. When she lands in a foreign country, Viola dresses as her brother and adopts the name Cesario, becoming a trusted friend and confidante to the Count Orsino. Orsino is madly in love with the lady Olivia, who is in mourning due to her brother's recent death, which she uses as an excuse to avoid seeing the count, whom she does not love. He sends Cesario to do his wooing, and Olivia falls in love with the disguised maiden. Things get more complicated in this bittersweet Shakespeare comedy when a moronic nobleman, Sir Andrew Aguecheek, and a self-important servant, Malvolio, get caught up in the schemes of Olivia's cousin, the obese, alcoholic Sir Toby, who leads each to believe Olivia loves him. Olivia, disguised as Cesario is in love with Count Orsino and has a hard time containing her feelings as she tries to help her master to woo Olivia. As well, Sebastian surfaces in the area, and of course there is Feste, the wise fool, around to keep everything in perspective and to marvel, like we the audience, at the amazing things happening all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMDB rocks. :D&lt;br /&gt;and so does Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2700451370743531152?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2700451370743531152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/orsino-make-no-compare-between-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2700451370743531152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2700451370743531152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/orsino-make-no-compare-between-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sb0H3d-9YMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6UFxPSKXdek/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1430769709719503549</id><published>2009-03-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>much ado about nothing? i hope not</title><content type='html'>I wish I could get it. I hope I do get it. :) I really really do. What, dear reader? I won't tell you. I will not speak of good news until it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:D :D exams are over! finally. holidays bring nothing much except for studying of course but it is much better to rest a little more. Amen to that! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't Shakespeare divine? Not him specifically! His works! HILARIOUS AND GENIUS! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1430769709719503549?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1430769709719503549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-ado-about-nothing-i-hope-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1430769709719503549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1430769709719503549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-ado-about-nothing-i-hope-not.html' title='much ado about nothing? i hope not'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7614873559435594735</id><published>2009-03-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oscar night</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvTZ_PVKNf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvTZ_PVKNf0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGH JACKMAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WvJa2ZxFco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WvJa2ZxFco&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7614873559435594735?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7614873559435594735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/oscar-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7614873559435594735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7614873559435594735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/oscar-night.html' title='oscar night'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2444097493331445383</id><published>2009-03-12T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just stop</title><content type='html'>did anyone read the article on cussing in the newspaper (the Star) yesterday? After reading it I guess we should all REALLY learn to use better and cleaner language. ANYWAY, here's the excerpt of this guy's website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I am 14 years old.  I'm just a regular kid.  I like to play soccer, play video games, hang out with my friends, etc.  I started the No Cussing Club at my junior high school in South Pasadena, California in 2007.  A lot of kids at my school, and some of my friends, would cuss and use dirty language all the time.  They did it so much, they didn't even realize they were doing it.  It bothered me so much that one day I challenged them to stop!  They were shocked.  They didn't know that it was bothering me.  They didn't even realize how much they were doing it until I said something.  I was actually surprised at how they reacted; they accepted my No Cussing Challenge.  But some of the kids said they didn't know how to stop.  That's when I started the No Cussing Club.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think that is pretty impressive. Standing up to your peers is not easy. I salute this guy for having the guts to do that. He has an amazing point. Cussing in any form be it sign language or through words, it is just plain rude. So I am taking the No Cussing Challenge. Anyone want to join me in not saying rude words or showing any kind of bad hand signal? Its a challenge that is worth taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info:&lt;a href="http://www.nocussing.com"&gt; http://www.nocussing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2444097493331445383?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2444097493331445383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2444097493331445383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2444097493331445383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-stop.html' title='just stop'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7367054455358213442</id><published>2009-03-08T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snap</title><content type='html'>Dear people,&lt;br /&gt;do you know how long it took to generate this post? You see, my attention span has been reduced to something so limited. In fact, I have absolutely nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having such a limited brain capacity. Wait, I don't. I just don't have the will/concentration to go through with my plans. Why can't I be perfectly, perfect? I know, perfection is something only associated with God. Believe me, no one is perfect. Yet, I would like to be more organised. That is my main downfall. I have been doing my best . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;, I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had been. Its not easy. I wish I didn't waste my time so much. I should put time limits and write down things I should be doing. Instead, I spend an hour thinking of what to write on my blog. Isn't that silly? When will I find balance!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get to studying now. Just after I finish copying a song online. and checking some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;edited&gt; IF you have not gotten your SPM exam timetable like me, here's a link to our fabulous future. &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.my/lpm/files/spm/JadualWaktuSPM2009Pin1-5Feb2009.pdf"&gt;http://www.moe.gov.my/lpm/files/spm/JadualWaktuSPM2009Pin1-5Feb2009.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7367054455358213442?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7367054455358213442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7367054455358213442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7367054455358213442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/snap.html' title='snap'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6238541352895441697</id><published>2009-03-06T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little by little</title><content type='html'>I have decided to give my blog a complete D.B.M. (done by me) look. All that you see... its 100% me. I designed the colours and the extras at the side. Alright, the whole programming is not by me (since when did I learn to create software?) but the concept is. So yes, this is all me. I got tired of blogskins that just don't fit. So I decided to come up with something I could live with. I do hope you like it. It was quite entertaining to piece them all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four papers we sat for in SMK USJ 13 were&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah&lt;br /&gt;Pendidikan Moral&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about all of them. I have a feeling my Moral marks this time would be higher than last year since I DID study for this exam. My Sejarah is on thin ice. Physics, hopefully an A. Bahasa Malaysia, same as Physics. Four days more to go for exams and freedom (for now) awaits. what a quaint prospect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6238541352895441697?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6238541352895441697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-by-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6238541352895441697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6238541352895441697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-by-little.html' title='little by little'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4650450762973994303</id><published>2009-03-05T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waheyhey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-y15ZOf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/n7vspKkNBQs/s1600-h/finals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-y15ZOf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/n7vspKkNBQs/s320/finals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309659124702543842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the scene of the crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yxvdMuSI/AAAAAAAAArg/xal6NYWKSo8/s1600-h/exams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yxvdMuSI/AAAAAAAAArg/xal6NYWKSo8/s320/exams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309659053315373346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the victims (look familiar? feels familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yl-FzfjI/AAAAAAAAArY/fr3chszIApo/s1600-h/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yl-FzfjI/AAAAAAAAArY/fr3chszIApo/s320/questions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309658851085352498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the murder weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yPEbnS3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8GqC-LyTKYg/s1600-h/exam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-yPEbnS3I/AAAAAAAAArQ/8GqC-LyTKYg/s320/exam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309658457650449266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why. =.= (note: the GRAMMAR error)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pictures are not my own. courtesy of GOOGLE search. :D :D Exams are upon us. woohoo. all the best to all. just think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-zobGoAfI/AAAAAAAAArw/SvKr-l3NZWA/s1600-h/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-zobGoAfI/AAAAAAAAArw/SvKr-l3NZWA/s320/woot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309659992744788466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;post exam celebrations. :D credits to: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/lagodigarda/1444324103/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4650450762973994303?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4650450762973994303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/waheyhey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4650450762973994303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4650450762973994303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/03/waheyhey.html' title='waheyhey'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/Sa-y15ZOf-I/AAAAAAAAAro/n7vspKkNBQs/s72-c/finals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1324177040601919716</id><published>2009-02-27T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ash wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You're not Catholic? Don't get why we have Ash Wednesday and put ashes on our foreheads? Here's answers to that question that I hope does help. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;There are those Catholics who check in for services on Christmas and Easter twice a year and pretend they’re visiting from out of town. Then there are those Catholics who choose to go the extra mile and attend Mass on Ash Wednesday, thus increasing their holiness by nearly 50%. It is a not-so-subtle way of proving you’ve been to Mass and works better than showing off a Sunday bulletin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright size-full wp-image-59" style="margin: 3px;" title="toast" src="http://stuffcatholicslike.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/toast.png" alt="toast" width="217" height="171" /&gt;The use of ash is a “delible” sign of our mortality and the dust that we shall return to. The tradition that man is dust stretches way back to Adam, who, like Flint Marko, was actually was made out of dust, and to Abraham who interceded for Sodom and prayed, “Behold, I have taken upon myself to speak to the Lord, I who am but dust and ashes.” Of course the joyful prophets and other fun Old Testament characters like Job and Mordecai used ashes and sackcloth in their daily devotions. While Jeremiah and Ezekiel were wallowing in ash, the even more penitential King David says in Psalm 102 that he ate ash like it was bread. No doubt he was using a Hamilton Beach toaster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The solemn use of ash was also popular in the early church and was used to mark those who had been temporarily excommunicated for committing serious sins. By the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century the practice had become associated with the first day of Lent. Sinners would confess their sins privately to a bishop and then be enrolled in the ranks of the penitents for public absolution. Wearing ash and sackcloth, these people would be expelled from the community like Adam and Eve from the garden, and their penance and abstinence would last the forty days of lent.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-60" style="margin: 3px;" title="sackcloth" src="http://stuffcatholicslike.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/sackcloth.png" alt="sackcloth" width="129" height="183" /&gt;Modern Catholics believe that cleanliness is next to godliness and that dressing well honors our bodies as temples of the Holy Spirit. Needless to say, wearing potato sacks and dumping ash on our heads at the doors of our parish for forty days is seldom seen these days. What we have retained is the practice of marking our foreheads with ash made from the burned palms of the previous Passion Sunday. Some delicate people prefer to receive the ash from a woman with small fingers while the more zealous beeline for the man with the giant thumb. At one local parish the priest beams when he gives ash to bald men. To him it means a bigger forehead and he uses the whole canvas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In Mexico City the Faithful are so enthusiastic (and numerous) that the inventive Franciscans had to develop a new way of distributing ashes to shorten the service. They mix the ash with a measure of holy oil to make it more paste-like and less dusty. Then they have 6-8 people stand side-by-side while they stamp their foreheads with a special tool. This stamp is not available from any church goods supplier and it is rumored that each Friar must build his own as a rite of passage, like a Jedi builds his lightsaber. An experienced priest can stamp up to 10 heads while saying the words from Genesis, “Recuerda, hombre, que eres ceniza y en ceniza te conv&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;ertir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;s”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The New Testament tells us to not to look dismal when we fast and to wash our faces so that our sacrifices are known by God and not by men. If it is hard to reconcile ash and sackcloth with Matthew 16 then perhaps it is time go shopping. You could always try Sak’s Fifth Ave where they specialize in the latest in Catholic penitential fashion, like this classy sack cloth halter top.&lt;img class="alignright size-full wp-image-61" style="margin: 3px;" title="woolhaltertop" src="http://stuffcatholicslike.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/woolhaltertop.png" alt="woolhaltertop" width="168" height="181" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;www.stuffcatholicslike.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblQuestion"&gt;Where in the Bible do we get the “ashes” thing from – like on Ash Wednesday? What does it have to do with Lent and why do we still do it? Is it just because of tradition? It seems kind of outdated to put dirt on our foreheads and walk around so I know there must be deeper reason. Can you help me Bible Geek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblAnswer"&gt;Great question.  The "ashes thing" meaning is twofold…&lt;p&gt;First, it reminds us that we were physically created from nothingness, from the ground (the dirt or the dust in some translations):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;…the LORD God formed man out of the clay of the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life, and so man became a living being&lt;/i&gt;.” - &lt;b&gt;Genesis 2:7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the ashes remind us that not only did we &lt;i&gt;begin&lt;/i&gt; as dirt, but that we’re pretty much gonna end up that way…again, physically:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;By the sweat of your face shall you get bread to eat, until you return to the ground, from which you were taken; for you are dirt, and to dirt you shall return&lt;/i&gt;.” - &lt;b&gt;Genesis 3:19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, it is a tradition. You revealed a good point, though, because if we don’t understand the significance of the tradition, it may just seem like a meaningless, outdated practice, which it really is not. It is a beautiful and humble action, that links us to our brothers and sisters in Christ who have gone before us in faith (died and risen with Christ in Heaven). One thing I always want to remind myself, however, and that I always try to caution others on is that just because &lt;b&gt;we&lt;/b&gt; don’t &lt;i&gt;understand&lt;/i&gt; something does not make it “meaningless” or “outdated” – like many people in modern culture sometimes make the mistake of believing. Ashes, fasting, self-sacrifice, repentance and penance are all actions that draw us to God, both spiritually &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; physically – (just like participation in the Sacraments). These kinds of activities are found in several places throughout the Sacred Scriptures. To name a few:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Is this the manner of fasting I wish, of keeping a day of penance: That a man bow his head like a reed, and lie in sackcloth and ashes? Do you call this a fast, a day acceptable to the LORD?&lt;/i&gt;” - &lt;b&gt;Isaiah 58:5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Taking off her splendid garments, she put on garments of distress and mourning. In place of her precious ointments she covered her head with dirt and ashes. She afflicted her body severely; all her festive adornments were put aside, and her hair was wholly disheveled.&lt;/i&gt;” - &lt;b&gt;Esther 4 C:13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the long tunic in which she was clothed. Then, putting her hands to her head, she went away crying loudly&lt;/i&gt;.” - &lt;b&gt;2 Samuel 13:19&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Judith threw herself down prostrate, with ashes strewn upon her head, and wearing nothing over her sackcloth. While the incense was being offered in the temple of God in Jerusalem that evening, Judith prayed to the Lord with a loud voice…&lt;/i&gt;” - &lt;b&gt; Judith 9:1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, the practice of using ashes within repentance is Biblical and dates back thousands of years.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put simply, in our modern context and within the Ash Wednesday liturgies, ashes still have a lot of meaning:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Ash Wednesday&lt;/b&gt; marks the beginning of the season of Lent, our preparation for Holy Week, most especially the Triduum, Good Friday, Holy Saturday and Easter Sunday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- We &lt;i&gt;receive&lt;/i&gt; ashes upon our foreheads (in the shape of a cross) to serve as a &lt;i&gt;visible&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;outward&lt;/i&gt; sign of our sinfulness and our need for repentance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- The ashes are a symbol of our physical mortality, reminding us that some day our bodies are going to die and return to dust – reminding us further that it is our souls that are eternal. That is why most parishes utter the prayer, “&lt;i&gt;Thou (you) art (are) dust, and to dust thou (you) shall return&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent kicks…ash.&lt;br /&gt;C’mon…that was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Bible Geek&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;www.lifeteen.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblAnswer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblAnswer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lent has started on Wednesday. That kind of brought up feelings of need to repair my relationships with people, myself and ultimately God. It is high time I do something about being a better Catholic and truly live out my faith.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Vegetarian Month to all Catholics. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblAnswer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl5_QADocumentPager1_lblAnswer"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1324177040601919716?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1324177040601919716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1324177040601919716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1324177040601919716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html' title='ash wednesday'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8063037011637098654</id><published>2009-02-25T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SaZKpe01wcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7eGC6KHxR2g/s1600-h/love+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SaZKpe01wcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7eGC6KHxR2g/s320/love+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307011287412490690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messing up here and there is okay. but messing up the whole time, is a big big big big problem. something we all deal with i guess. but remember the key thing about messing up and getting into a situation you hate. remember to always LOVE, LOVE, LOVE yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there; the whole 'ihatemyself' phase. its a painful place to be. You want out but inside, there is a comfort in hating who you are. but the thing is, we are who we are for a reason. we make mistakes, we screw up. Yet try seeing the positive side of things. Try to think of something else that makes you feel better. Get that Energizer bunny going. you can do it! You definitely can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Love your glitches.&lt;br /&gt;Love your quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8063037011637098654?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8063037011637098654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/sitting-tall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8063037011637098654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8063037011637098654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/sitting-tall.html' title='sitting tall'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SaZKpe01wcI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7eGC6KHxR2g/s72-c/love+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5698876443557266530</id><published>2009-02-25T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello goodbye?</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not updated anything since I came back from camp. It was great and that's all I'm at liberty to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a silly little announcement that will matter to only 2 people or so; I'm officially on hiatus from :cough:. I just need a little time without it. It may be permanent, or it may be temporarily. We'll see how it goes right? I love all of you dearly and yes, we are as always, friends. I need to re-sort my priorities and I need to be without :cough: i hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are next week!! It is so soon. I don't want to flunk anything again. Gosh. Priorities!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5698876443557266530?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5698876443557266530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5698876443557266530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5698876443557266530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-goodbye.html' title='hello goodbye?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-764631719962983439</id><published>2009-02-19T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZ1a1V0_mvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pitqImKQYRo/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZ1a1V0_mvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pitqImKQYRo/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304495808551295730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is camp. joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ i have no idea what to expect. i don't want to go really but i don't have a choice. gosh. 3 days with people that well, don't accept me. Lord have mercy. i won't be online till sunday night. so. erm. well. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-*-*-*-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is another day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that my camp time in IJ Convent, Cheras will be alright. I don't mind going for retreats. Its just that my classmates and I are not close. There is and probably always will be a gap between us. I'm new, I get that. But still, it sucks being the weird one out. I wonder what strange and inane activities we'll be doing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uncomfortable right now. I wish I didn't have camp. I can only hope hope hope hope hope hope hope hope for the best. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-764631719962983439?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/764631719962983439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/764631719962983439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/764631719962983439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-horror.html' title='camp horror'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZ1a1V0_mvI/AAAAAAAAAq0/pitqImKQYRo/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1950354048751468731</id><published>2009-02-14T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its only life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/02/14/sisterhood-traveling-pants-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 184px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/02/14/sisterhood-traveling-pants-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review for Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;point one: i loved the books so this may be a little biased. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, we have four best friends, a pair of pants and life. sound familiar? of course not. -_- no one in the WHOLE WORLD (i think) has shared pants with four friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked the movie better than the first because somehow this felt more real to me. I am at a point in my life where friends don't get along and we all simply fall apart sometimes. We fight, we don't share things with one another. Its not a surprise the story is much more matured than the first seeing as the girls are in college now. College... next year! see how much I can relate with this movie? Its about finding time for your friends although you're in different worlds. Its about being able to step up and step out when you are given a chance. Its about being brave enough to see someone or tell them the truth. Its about dealing with the consequences of your choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SotTP has been quite an influence (in a way) to the CoF. Its been an inspiration and sometimes a guide. Life as the movie shows us, isn't always perfect. People screw up, people make mistakes, people fall apart. Yet we can be there for those we love. We have to make time to balance our new lives and to make sure we are part of the other's life. We take things one step at a time. Fix things one at a time. Give every moment your undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a miserable ball of deception and bliss. But as the main theme song of this movie by Kate Voegele says "Its only life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QOUTE OF THE DAY: Not everyone you love is going to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1950354048751468731?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1950354048751468731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-only-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1950354048751468731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1950354048751468731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-only-life.html' title='its only life'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8486729282138169525</id><published>2009-02-13T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/6061/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.rumandmonkey.com/tests/1/6/6061/25041.jpg" title="I'm Cora." alt="I'm Cora." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Cora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/6061/"&gt;Take Which Lock and Key Character Are You? today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/"&gt;Personality Test Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've always had to be the responsible one. It wasn't like anyone else was stepping up, right? But those who have broken through to you know there's a lot more to you than your stiff upper lip. Like a warm heart, a beautiful voice, and someone we could all use in our corner, every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8486729282138169525?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8486729282138169525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8486729282138169525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8486729282138169525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8292839631232533294</id><published>2009-02-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the world needs now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;YELLOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZsY3U9bQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/p1Aid08tSyc/s1600-h/ra4292385277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZsY3U9bQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/p1Aid08tSyc/s320/ra4292385277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302544785699859714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Sam.&lt;br /&gt;she's a koala. obviously. she was saved from the Australian fires by that guy up there.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, she's holding his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZsMcX2TZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MBuiB-UM2Gw/s1600-h/r3683075960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZsMcX2TZI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MBuiB-UM2Gw/s320/r3683075960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302544572305788306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the koala (on the top) is Bob. He was also saved from the fire. He's now Sam's boyfriend. She's the one at the bottom of the picture with her paws bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even koalas find ♥♥♥♥♥. cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZrEbEvkJI/AAAAAAAAAps/BIXE5atvanQ/s1600-h/400,http+_d.yimg.com_a_p_ap_20090213_capt.a21f8d66e0a54663b83544c2286252b4.china_valentine_s_day_xay101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZrEbEvkJI/AAAAAAAAAps/BIXE5atvanQ/s320/400,http+_d.yimg.com_a_p_ap_20090213_capt.a21f8d66e0a54663b83544c2286252b4.china_valentine_s_day_xay101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302543335006638226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikan cium ikan. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZtN0MfS6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/P9QVVaSfCOg/s1600-h/pug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZtN0MfS6I/AAAAAAAAAqE/P9QVVaSfCOg/s320/pug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302545695392091042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my valentines. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZuKPOW5NI/AAAAAAAAAqM/qnihj9YErIw/s1600-h/capt.6be91c66ade84e318f19eeeaf8129208.dog_show_nyma107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZuKPOW5NI/AAAAAAAAAqM/qnihj9YErIw/s320/capt.6be91c66ade84e318f19eeeaf8129208.dog_show_nyma107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302546733439837394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZuiRNrCCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/FAS9lzDyiZs/s1600-h/r1570034832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZuiRNrCCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/FAS9lzDyiZs/s320/r1570034832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302547146290694178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHIHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUA!!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZu0zoIVcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DrrsYAuJxXY/s1600-h/r1369840495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZu0zoIVcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/DrrsYAuJxXY/s320/r1369840495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302547464766117314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHEEEEE. me ♥♥♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. clearly this post is more about my love for doggies than anything else. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;ta-ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8292839631232533294?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8292839631232533294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-world-needs-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8292839631232533294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8292839631232533294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-world-needs-now.html' title='what the world needs now..'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SZZsY3U9bQI/AAAAAAAAAp8/p1Aid08tSyc/s72-c/ra4292385277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7257840355395046357</id><published>2009-02-13T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>martyrdom of st. valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day — and its patron saint — is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;Valentine was a holy &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9622"&gt;priest&lt;/a&gt; in Rome, who, with &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=734"&gt;St. Marius&lt;/a&gt; and his family, assisted the martyrs in the &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9187"&gt;persecution&lt;/a&gt; under Claudius II. He was apprehended, and sent by the emperor to the prefect of Rome, who, on finding all his promises to make him renounce his &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=4554"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; in effectual, commended him to be beaten with clubs, and afterwards, to be beheaded, which was executed on February 14, about the year 270. Pope Julius I is said to have built a church near Ponte Mole to he memory, which for a long &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=11571"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; gave name to the gate now called Porta del Popolo, formerly, Porta Valetini. The greatest part of his &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9934"&gt;relics&lt;/a&gt; are now in the church of St. Praxedes. His name is celebrated as that of an illustrious &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=7650"&gt;martyr&lt;/a&gt; in the sacramentary of St. Gregory, the Roman &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=8028"&gt;Missal&lt;/a&gt; of Thomasius, in the calendar of F. Fronto and that of Allatius, in Bede, Usuard, Ado, &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=8552"&gt;Notker&lt;/a&gt; and all other martyrologies on this day. To abolish the heathens lewd superstitious custom of boys drawing the names of girls, in honor of their goddess Februata Juno, on the fifteenth of this month, several zealous pastors substituted the names of saints in billets given on this day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Origin of St. Valentine&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;The origin of St. Valentine, and how many St. Valentines there were, remains a mystery. One opinion is that he was a Roman martyred for refusing to give up his &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=2927"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; faith. Other historians hold that &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=159"&gt;St. Valentine&lt;/a&gt; was a &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=11357"&gt;temple&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9622"&gt;priest&lt;/a&gt; jailed for defiance during the reign of Claudius. Whoever he was, Valentine really existed because archaeologists have unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to Saint Valentine. In 496 AD Pope Gelasius marked February 14th as a celebration in honor of his martyrdom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;The first representation of Saint Valentine appeared in a The &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=8584"&gt;Nuremberg&lt;/a&gt; Chronicle, a great illustrated book printed in 1493. [Additional evidence that Valentine was a real person: archaeologists have unearthed a Roman catacomb and an ancient church dedicated to Saint Valentine.] Alongside a woodcut portrait of him, text states that Valentinus was a Roman &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9622"&gt;priest&lt;/a&gt; martyred during the reign of Claudius the Goth [Claudius II]. Since he was caught marrying &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=2927"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; couples and aiding any Christians who were being persecuted under Emperor Claudius in &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=10148"&gt;Rome&lt;/a&gt; [when helping them was considered a crime], Valentinus was arrested and imprisoned. Claudius took a liking to this prisoner -- until Valentinus made a strategic error: he tried to convert the Emperor -- whereupon this &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=9622"&gt;priest&lt;/a&gt; was condemned to death. He was beaten with clubs and stoned; when that didn't do it, he was beheaded outside the Flaminian Gate [circa 269].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;Saints are not supposed to rest in peace; they're expected to keep busy: to perform miracles, to intercede. Being in jail or dead is no excuse for non-performance of the supernatural. One legend says, while awaiting his execution, Valentinus restored the sight of his jailer's blind daughter. Another legend says, on the &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=4466"&gt;eve&lt;/a&gt; of his death, he penned a farewell note to the jailer's daughter, signing it, "From your Valentine."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;St. Valentine was a Priest, martyred in 269 at &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/encyclopedia/view.php?id=10148"&gt;Rome&lt;/a&gt; and was buried on the Flaminian Way. He is the Patron Saint of affianced couples, bee keepers, engaged couples, epilepsy, fainting, greetings, happy marriages, love, lovers, plague, travellers, young people. He is represented in pictures with birds and roses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="para"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;thanks to-&gt;http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=159&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course I had to do this, I love pouring a bucket of cold water on such a day. besides, it is really overrated. Hello? If you loved someone, you'd celebrate them every day. anyway, have a good day celebrating the feast day of the martyrdom of St. Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7257840355395046357?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7257840355395046357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/martyrdom-of-st-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7257840355395046357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7257840355395046357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/martyrdom-of-st-valentine.html' title='martyrdom of st. valentine'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7618609521549845491</id><published>2009-02-08T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to you and you and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SY7qKJ42fQI/AAAAAAAAApk/RV5eUwC17QY/s1600-h/juno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SY7qKJ42fQI/AAAAAAAAApk/RV5eUwC17QY/s320/juno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300431271635614978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'....'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be possible to start the day positively and lose it completely in the first two hours? indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you: thank you very much for the information that I did not care to hear. I don't blame you for talking like that. You are extremely naive and much too young to have enough brain cells to tell you what to say and what not to. By the way, what you thought was 'words of comfort' to try subdue the sting of your previous comment was much worse. I hope you know never to play with the big girls. I could squash you if I wanted to. don't push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you: from what your number one fan has told me, you can go to the core of the earth and sit there for eternity. I thought we were okay, clearly I was 100% wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you: so what? I came to help. You HAD to push me down. You never talk about what I do right. You always mention how I don't measure up. I need you to not air dirty laundry (in this case literally) to the world. there is such thing as TOO MUCH INFORMATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh today was, well, A DAY! I hated it. It got better towards the end. Wait. it didn't. I don't know what to make of this day. I know I should spend everyday to the full and feel a sense of accomplishment when the day is done but no, not today. Today was just another of THOSE days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7618609521549845491?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7618609521549845491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-you-and-you-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7618609521549845491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7618609521549845491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-you-and-you-and-you.html' title='to you and you and you'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SY7qKJ42fQI/AAAAAAAAApk/RV5eUwC17QY/s72-c/juno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1926823745955022282</id><published>2009-02-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYpXyxUBtvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/C6PWyQ5ydOc/s1600-h/reading-lines_521x785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYpXyxUBtvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/C6PWyQ5ydOc/s320/reading-lines_521x785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144441297221362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that what its all about? complications. no, my dear people, I am not having a complicated relationship or friendship or any ship for that matter. what would I do with a ship anyway, you tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is high time I embrace the one strategic and fail proof rule of the book (fine, parents and teachers)... the timetable! Maybe I should make one and stick with it. scratch that, I WILL make one and stick with it. I have to. I'm very messed up right now. study wise. I have so much going on its getting complicating. and I can't do complicated when NEXT YEAR I probably won't have nay parents or teachers (who care enough) to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my current priority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a friggin' timetable and to stick with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1926823745955022282?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1926823745955022282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1926823745955022282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1926823745955022282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/snap.html' title='snap!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYpXyxUBtvI/AAAAAAAAApQ/C6PWyQ5ydOc/s72-c/reading-lines_521x785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1419793773878634567</id><published>2009-02-03T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>I am so busy right now I could scream.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, if the pay off is good. why not right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spm is on the 19th of November. holy cow. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1419793773878634567?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1419793773878634567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1419793773878634567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1419793773878634567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-368742184258317372</id><published>2009-01-31T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we have spirit, yes we do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYUqFOt0AtI/AAAAAAAAApI/EoF9gZ43Jmg/s1600-h/shoe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYUqFOt0AtI/AAAAAAAAApI/EoF9gZ43Jmg/s320/shoe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297686806009217746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;determination is an important step to take right? taking everyday one step at a time, trying your hardest at all you do. Never giving up, being true to yourself. not easy but the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's gonna happen when it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supposed to happen and we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-368742184258317372?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/368742184258317372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-spirit-yes-we-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/368742184258317372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/368742184258317372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-spirit-yes-we-do.html' title='we have spirit, yes we do'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYUqFOt0AtI/AAAAAAAAApI/EoF9gZ43Jmg/s72-c/shoe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5682280890092323271</id><published>2009-01-31T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090130/ap_on_fe_st/odd_birthday_surprise"&gt;read this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes you appreciate having your parents around, you know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxKhd5O8d2Y"&gt;lololol&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-watch this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snort. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5682280890092323271?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5682280890092323271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5682280890092323271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5682280890092323271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-indeed.html' title='happy birthday indeed'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7816974833431228161</id><published>2009-01-31T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYSBSzYh5-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/WWZenXtPzbo/s1600-h/WYD+SYD+2008+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYSBSzYh5-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/WWZenXtPzbo/s320/WYD+SYD+2008+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297501221725267938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's name on a sign! woooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell the insanity has gotten to me? so, let me tell you about my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is three years older than me but none the wiser. :p he tries when he wants to, to be a good brother. usually he's not. but i'm not that good a sister either. I guess we've been friends since we were kids but since he's a boy and i'm a girl, we tend to fight.  a ... lot. i remember playing sword fighting with plastic swords when we were kids. I had a plastic dagger so I had the disadvantage. -_- those were fun times. I remember loving Power Rangers and Ultraman with him. :D didn't we all? He has been a good recommender of story books though. Animorphs, Haryr Potter, Terry Pratchett and all my favourite authors mostly come from him. I take after him (though that is technically not possible) in that sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate my brother for being messed up and for messing up. he has been through trials so I can't blame him. 'he ain't heavy he's my brother.. except when he's a prick'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7816974833431228161?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7816974833431228161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7816974833431228161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7816974833431228161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaron.html' title='aaron'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYSBSzYh5-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/WWZenXtPzbo/s72-c/WYD+SYD+2008+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-6499673769649572770</id><published>2009-01-31T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doggie doggie world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR9Q-T22qI/AAAAAAAAAow/lptYtmiwWsc/s1600-h/tiny+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR9Q-T22qI/AAAAAAAAAow/lptYtmiwWsc/s320/tiny+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496792252209826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR9GRWsb_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PXJLQBuGSzE/s1600-h/tiny+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR9GRWsb_I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PXJLQBuGSzE/s320/tiny+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496608385822706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR84nDhEXI/AAAAAAAAAog/IqT80Xq1nAk/s1600-h/tiny+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR84nDhEXI/AAAAAAAAAog/IqT80Xq1nAk/s320/tiny+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496373692797298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR8jf-meOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/bqbw5mP97iM/s1600-h/tiny+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR8jf-meOI/AAAAAAAAAoY/bqbw5mP97iM/s320/tiny+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297496011015878882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR8S-7BPKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sewhMLChHHs/s1600-h/tiny+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR8S-7BPKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/sewhMLChHHs/s320/tiny+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297495727264578722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world. those are my doggies. you have to like them because there is no other option. the black and white one is Tiny and the brown and white one is Maximus Claudius Aurelius (yes like the guy from Gladiator). so live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-6499673769649572770?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/6499673769649572770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/doggie-doggie-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6499673769649572770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/6499673769649572770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/doggie-doggie-world.html' title='doggie doggie world'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR9Q-T22qI/AAAAAAAAAow/lptYtmiwWsc/s72-c/tiny+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8137270952881557831</id><published>2009-01-31T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hrm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR52KhtCcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R-u6FdclGpU/s1600-h/reception-is-good_521x702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR52KhtCcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R-u6FdclGpU/s320/reception-is-good_521x702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297493033140160962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let's see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My day has been. . . . okay. nothing interesting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for BK at 3.30 to 5.30. TRIED my best to ignore Jonathan Choi's nonsensical talk that annoys everyone. and then I went for mass. I saw Justin after mass and the 'platypus' a.k.a. his younger sister who's name I forgot. She has taken a liking to me.. who knows why? @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeeeee... clearly my blog is going to be unproductive now. i'm writing this for R.O.S.L. so be GRATEFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8137270952881557831?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8137270952881557831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/hrm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8137270952881557831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8137270952881557831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/hrm.html' title='hrm'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYR52KhtCcI/AAAAAAAAAoI/R-u6FdclGpU/s72-c/reception-is-good_521x702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4515605808007519154</id><published>2009-01-30T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:S</title><content type='html'>I am so scared. really. SCARED out of my wits.&lt;br /&gt;growing up is so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4515605808007519154?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4515605808007519154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4515605808007519154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4515605808007519154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/s.html' title=':S'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4676294542223248327</id><published>2009-01-30T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shuan weee!!!</title><content type='html'>Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog or a note on Facebook with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog/note, so I can see your weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am not short. I AM NOT! -_-&lt;br /&gt;2. I have named a dog I don't have. (its Mr. Periwinkle and he's a PUG!)&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to take ballet&lt;br /&gt;4. I have performed in 4 concerts. =_= (SCHOOOOOLLL ones)&lt;br /&gt;5. I'd like to cut my hair short. =_=&lt;br /&gt;6. My dog doesn't like me much.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to organise people's lives. i like to organise okay?&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate porridge.&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not that interesting to write stuff about myself that could interest you. :p&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to learn tennis.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have never been to a beach.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have never went for a picnic by the river.&lt;br /&gt;13. I thought a cow was a pig when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am highly irritable.&lt;br /&gt;15. I like broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate knowing things about other people that I shouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG. .... KATRINA! =_= because you're a nice person who MIGHT do it :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4676294542223248327?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4676294542223248327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuan-weee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4676294542223248327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4676294542223248327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/shuan-weee.html' title='shuan weee!!!'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2469533397459140568</id><published>2009-01-28T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYEEanOdtoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6PTE0O65R8E/s1600-h/pinky-swear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYEEanOdtoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6PTE0O65R8E/s320/pinky-swear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296519492017174146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found the cure for my problem. Believe it or not sometimes these things do make sense. I guess I am more comfortable being in the comfort zone that I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step up or step out&lt;br /&gt;speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;speak honestly to any of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all the time. just when things matter. for example, when I could not go out to the musical Katrina invited me, I had to write an email explaining my problem because well, I couldn't tell her on the phone or via sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you ask me my honest opinion about something that matters to you, I simply butter you up and keep what I really think inside until I spill it over pages of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I decide to take up an important position or when I do take on a role I have been coveting, I do it with a twinge of apprehension. afraid that I would not be able to do it well, afraid of what other will think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that led to my problem. and now that I see it, maybe I can change this and that about myself. Maybe now I can open my mouth more, I can face up to my challenges better. and finally, the problem will go away. finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, I solemnly swear (in a promise kind of way) to start getting better. okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2469533397459140568?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2469533397459140568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2469533397459140568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2469533397459140568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/deal.html' title='deal?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SYEEanOdtoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6PTE0O65R8E/s72-c/pinky-swear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-701738495930091931</id><published>2009-01-27T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX8L2-xy_MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gU6YefVozCg/s1600-h/2005_the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX8L2-xy_MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gU6YefVozCg/s320/2005_the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964726003694786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can we bring that back, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's only life.&lt;br /&gt;you were always playing hard,&lt;br /&gt;never could let down your guard,&lt;br /&gt;you can't win, if you never give in,&lt;br /&gt;to that voice within, saying pick up your chin,&lt;br /&gt;baby let go of it , yeah,&lt;br /&gt;don't look away, don't run away ,&lt;br /&gt;baby, it's only life.&lt;br /&gt;don't lose your faith, don't run away,&lt;br /&gt;baby it's only life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kate Voegele  - It's Only Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- yes, I changed my blogskin again. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-701738495930091931?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/701738495930091931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/701738495930091931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/701738495930091931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever.html' title='forever?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX8L2-xy_MI/AAAAAAAAAn4/gU6YefVozCg/s72-c/2005_the_sisterhood_of_the_traveling_pants_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-2633448023177035849</id><published>2009-01-26T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carmabelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX3A4Wli_7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UUcW-lPurtg/s1600-h/Carmen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX3A4Wli_7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UUcW-lPurtg/s320/Carmen.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295600811225841586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have not been a good friend have I? I have not been reliable enough to stick through most of what I should have. Instead I just decide to explode without listening to you, through and through. I'm sorry. I just hope that I could understand you one day. I just wish that I could be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh its not easy especially when we are complete islands of each other. Can we not find a compromise? Can we not be best friends again? Just explain it to me and I'll do my best. Please, isn't that what we have stood for for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-2633448023177035849?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/2633448023177035849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/carmabelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2633448023177035849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/2633448023177035849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/carmabelle.html' title='carmabelle'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SX3A4Wli_7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/UUcW-lPurtg/s72-c/Carmen.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7211384037880867180</id><published>2009-01-25T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coco-NUTS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nf670orHKcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nf670orHKcA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="344" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best song in the world. :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7211384037880867180?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7211384037880867180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/coco-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7211384037880867180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7211384037880867180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/coco-nuts.html' title='coco-NUTS?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1475229429388486576</id><published>2009-01-24T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause something changed, you were acting so strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's taken its toll on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's safe to say that I'm ready to let you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without you, I live it up a little more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without you, I'm seein myself so differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didn't wanna believe it then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But it all worked out in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I watched you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well I never thought id say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna be alone tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just wanna take a little breather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Hinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1475229429388486576?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1475229429388486576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1475229429388486576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1475229429388486576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/without-you.html' title='without you'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5449178999017868905</id><published>2009-01-24T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't this enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXs4HeCDqUI/AAAAAAAAAno/xcFurPqTX0c/s1600-h/serena-online_369x545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXs4HeCDqUI/AAAAAAAAAno/xcFurPqTX0c/s320/serena-online_369x545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294887487876081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blames the other for losing her special someone. I don't blame the accused for retaliating. the accuser should get that the accused is mad because she was accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't we all get along? You complain about us. We complain that you complain. Your life sucked. You have crap going on. So does the whole world. We don't get you? Fine. We were WRONG. happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so childish and pathetic. this whole thing is. what can we do? what can we say? what can anyone do in this situation? I push, you push back. we apologise, we fight. over what? something so miserably pathetic its embarrassing. it is just ridiculous. the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its not ALL about him. i know everything is just like crap. everything is messed up.&lt;br /&gt;and now this is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are any of us suppose to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5449178999017868905?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5449178999017868905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/isn-this-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5449178999017868905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5449178999017868905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/isn-this-enough.html' title='isn&amp;#39;t this enough?'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXs4HeCDqUI/AAAAAAAAAno/xcFurPqTX0c/s72-c/serena-online_369x545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5001462299008212351</id><published>2009-01-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh bother</title><content type='html'>you know what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is HIGH TIME this stops. let everyone be what they want to be. Its so childish from a outsider's point of view. besides, there are MUCH better things to do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm searching for a graphic blogskin. I'm quite tired of the one I have right now. Something that SHOUTS at people. Shouting might help sometimes. Get stress over with and everything. SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel better, don't you? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, alright. i DIDN'T get the one that SCREAMED. But this is pretty. simple and 'school'-ish. quite suitable I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5001462299008212351?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5001462299008212351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5001462299008212351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5001462299008212351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-bother.html' title='oh bother'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5651616188590000276</id><published>2009-01-18T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="scopestitlegreen" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;leo    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="scopestextbold" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;     (&lt;script&gt;document.write(xrange);&lt;/script&gt;7/23-8/21)         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="scopestitlered" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     daily horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="scopestextbold" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;           &lt;script&gt;document.write(dailystring);&lt;/script&gt;Sunday, January 18         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to make sure you've got all the information you need. That might take all day, but you've got nothing going on more important than digging below the surface and getting the real story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5651616188590000276?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5651616188590000276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/yahoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5651616188590000276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5651616188590000276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/yahoo.html' title='yahoo'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7802354353319373610</id><published>2009-01-18T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tic a tac poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXMHgkx5KyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HiYr1Ykuv-0/s1600-h/WIN+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXMHgkx5KyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HiYr1Ykuv-0/s320/WIN+2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292582243300616994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd place. woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXMFRqLIAsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/hehYPEZlbhg/s1600-h/win.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXMFRqLIAsI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/hehYPEZlbhg/s320/win.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292579788027331266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won. lololol. i know i'm very the bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7802354353319373610?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7802354353319373610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/tic-tac-poker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7802354353319373610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7802354353319373610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/tic-tac-poker.html' title='tic a tac poker'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SXMHgkx5KyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HiYr1Ykuv-0/s72-c/WIN+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1573183956212182327</id><published>2009-01-18T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>227</title><content type='html'>study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days to SPM trials: 227.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1573183956212182327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/227.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1573183956212182327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1573183956212182327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/227.html' title='227'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-889930108758909753</id><published>2009-01-17T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>run run run run</title><content type='html'>I was suppose to go for Timothy's birthday party but I'm having a bad case of the runs. which is TMI. honestly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;think its TMI for telling you that. well, you read it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-889930108758909753?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/889930108758909753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-run-run-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/889930108758909753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/889930108758909753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/run-run-run-run.html' title='run run run run'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5719319894249308484</id><published>2009-01-14T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG</title><content type='html'>clearly with the old Gossip Girl lifestyle being was is most sought after, I know people who have that. The privileges, the cash (which is as cold and harsh in reality), the designer well, everything. there is some truth in GG I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean we all can or should be like that. right? If you can, go ahead. If its not you (if you have the money) or you simply can't afford to just chuck your designer shoes out of window (or can't due to the lack of them), being your simple good self is fine. You don't have to go out and bitch about someone or backstab them. You don't have to think other people aren't as glamorous as you are, even if they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be who you are. stop pretending. its pathetic. i'm speaking for myself. I know how pathetic it feels sometimes and how sad it is to be such a fake. again this is another melodramatic 'phase' that usually teenagers go through, more girls than guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all make a deal. we'll be who we are. people can take it or leave it. agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woohoo for me. I got 42/58 during our Chemistry test (tuition). yayayayayayay! =.= highest in class, okay? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make a wish&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I loved&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Make a change&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5719319894249308484?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5719319894249308484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/gg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5719319894249308484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5719319894249308484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/gg.html' title='GG'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1209347511858048334</id><published>2009-01-11T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mama</title><content type='html'>dear mama,&lt;br /&gt;i love you for being my best friend. i love you for being a pain at times. i love you for being patient when i'm a pain. happy birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:),&lt;br /&gt;Gracie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1209347511858048334?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1209347511858048334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1209347511858048334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1209347511858048334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/mama.html' title='mama'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-8533966480605147330</id><published>2009-01-11T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up shut up shut up</title><content type='html'>i am sick of this you know. I'm sick of being sick of myself. It is rather tiring honestly. Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares if you're not pretty enough?&lt;br /&gt;who cares if people like someone else over you?&lt;br /&gt;who cares if no one gives a damn about how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;you just bolt it up, smile, be patient and scream your brains out in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not hard when you're used to it.&lt;br /&gt;don't act like you care, Mr/Ms Reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="scopessignl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="scopestitlegreen" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;leo    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="scopestextbold" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;     (&lt;script&gt;document.write(xrange);&lt;/script&gt;7/23-8/21)         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="scopestitlered" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     daily horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="scopestextbold" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;           &lt;script&gt;document.write(dailystring);&lt;/script&gt;Sunday, January 11         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to let your family know that you're doing things your way -- it's easy, and you can keep it civil without losing any ground. It's a good time to express your individuality because people want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I don't care if you buy that or not. Right now, i don't care about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-8533966480605147330?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/8533966480605147330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/shut-up-shut-up-shut-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8533966480605147330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/8533966480605147330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/shut-up-shut-up-shut-up.html' title='shut up shut up shut up'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-4301270379836577277</id><published>2009-01-09T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SWg-jgL1KMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/f72tLWWc92I/s1600-h/lichtenstein-dep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SWg-jgL1KMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/f72tLWWc92I/s320/lichtenstein-dep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289546542002546882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the anger&lt;br /&gt;enough of the pain&lt;br /&gt;enough of the annoyance i always feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the irritation&lt;br /&gt;enough of the hurt&lt;br /&gt;enough of the pretense of being something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, I pretend to be that&lt;br /&gt;yes, I should be more&lt;br /&gt;yes, it should stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i beg you&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;this is just too much for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like screaming out loud. I thought I did something right. But right now it turned out all wrong. Why? Why did I think it was ALRIGHT to pretend that I was doing a good deed? Why was I acting all 'superior'? I'm nothing. He's the talented one and I, well, I'm the one who jsut thinks she's right half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. a major ego booster that was. I hate the way I feel. I hate the way I must have things going my way. Drama, drama, drama. I'm no go getter really. Or maybe I try to act like I'm nto because I know how much go getters annoy everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh stuff it. I feel like a complete ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-4301270379836577277?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/4301270379836577277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4301270379836577277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/4301270379836577277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/enough.html' title='enough'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SWg-jgL1KMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/f72tLWWc92I/s72-c/lichtenstein-dep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-1832649648646022502</id><published>2009-01-09T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>235 and counting</title><content type='html'>BULLDOG BULLDOG RA RA RA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i had to say that. you didn't see that coming right? well, school is school. i have a class/tuition every day of the week. trials are in september. hence we need to be ready for SPM in 235DAYS. holy cow. everything is moving so fast. isn't that exciting? scary and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i can't type more. the aforesaid number has freaked me out. yay 2009!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-1832649648646022502?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/1832649648646022502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/235-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1832649648646022502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/1832649648646022502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/235-and-counting.html' title='235 and counting'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-7554939658423619386</id><published>2009-01-02T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>explode</title><content type='html'>when you look back at things you wish you did everything differently. no, this is not the sort of thing where you say 'i wouldn't change' a thing. this is the one where you wish you didn't get the post, where you wish you didn't have the responsibility, where you wish you got out of it when you could. i could have been very different back then. i could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't. i let myself be taken in by the greed inside of me. that greed that only brought me what i did not need. i got the stuff i thought was important but not doing that could have been just as good, maybe even better. i took what i thought was the best. clearly i was wrong. too much work. too much responsibility. i hate it all most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steps that you have to take to get what you want. or at least what you think you want. need some advice? start cracking that skull of yours to see what it is you actually want. what will not burden you in the future. something that will instead propel you to look forward in life. don't buy into what your teachers say or who you want to 'beat'. do what you can cope with or you'll end up hating everything till you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-7554939658423619386?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/7554939658423619386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/explode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7554939658423619386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/7554939658423619386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/explode.html' title='explode'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13091407273694413692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3241865073463091145.post-5150280443839310409</id><published>2009-01-01T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:16:19.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>equations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SVyle9Y1MEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/T-v37ZEkI5Q/s1600-h/exam+stress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SVyle9Y1MEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/T-v37ZEkI5Q/s320/exam+stress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286282013919490114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30+28+31+30+31+30+31+31+30+31 = 303&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what equation is that?&lt;br /&gt;the estimation of days we have until SPM should the exam start on November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3241865073463091145-5150280443839310409?l=urbanedrabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/feeds/5150280443839310409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urbanedrabble.blogspot.com/2009/01/equations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5150280443839310409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3241865073463091145/posts/default/5150280443839310409'/><link 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SVszdax7ydI/AAAAAAAAAmo/q37bpilvDGc/s1600-h/2155825176_c00b7d446a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZM9sl4quMx4/SVszdax7ydI/AAAAAAAAAmo/q37bpilvDGc/s320/2155825176_c00b7d446a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285875168147392978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to the year that has been UP &amp;amp; down. experiences gained, moments of regrets... it's all a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;key moments&lt;/span&gt;: (not in order :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD YOUTH DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rae moving down south&lt;br /&gt;Godspell the Musical&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from Assumption Church to Divine Mercy Church&lt;br /&gt;YE Managing Director&lt;br /&gt;all the COF reunions (the incomplete reunions that is)&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Head Prefect post&lt;br /&gt;Quit an eating disorder&lt;br /&gt;moving on from certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hopes for 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get straight As for my whole Form 5 record&lt;br /&gt;to get fit&lt;br /&gt;to get a distinction in my Grade 7 piano exam&lt;br /&gt;to be active in the club activities I'll sign up for&lt;br /&gt;to do all my homework ON TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye 2008. and thank you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" name="flashplayer" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/countdown/swf/newyear11.swf?then_year=2009&amp;then_month=0&amp;then_day=1&amp;eventt=a+wicked+2009" quality="high" width="260" height="210" swliveconnect="true" 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