<?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-7001056956536160932</id><updated>2012-02-14T23:23:23.096+08:00</updated><category term='smc'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='entrynumber'/><category term='today-entries'/><category term='JAO Movie Night'/><category term='Deborah Kerr'/><category term='Ava Gardner'/><category term='monococo effect'/><category term='Classics'/><category term='Julie Andrews'/><category term='Cary Grant'/><category term='Novels'/><category term='Celebs'/><category term='Rosy Business'/><category term='scolarité'/><category term='40s'/><category term='Classic Motion Picture Stars'/><category term='Classic Motion Picture'/><category term='Angela Lansbury'/><category term='TCM'/><category term='friends'/><category term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Bounded With Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes one just needs a place to think and write. 
To be the author of the story itself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3614682454103147361</id><published>2012-02-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:23:23.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ADELE - I'll Be Waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7001056956536160932-3614682454103147361?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3614682454103147361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3614682454103147361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3614682454103147361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3614682454103147361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2012/02/listen-to.html' title='Listen to...'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2196301912746350618</id><published>2012-01-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:32:04.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to just go through life, instead I want to live my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-2196301912746350618?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2196301912746350618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2196301912746350618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2196301912746350618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2196301912746350618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-want-to-just-go-through-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1717749228373900825</id><published>2012-01-13T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:31:38.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a taadaa day?</title><content type='html'>And so, here we are - Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a 8 o'clock class to attend, more of like a trial attend class for a subject I am intending to enroll for if I decided to drop accounting today. I hope I will know what I will be doing later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be sleeping soundly now, but I am not, eventhough I am terribly sleepy and my head and neck hurts so very very much. I am worried that if I sleep at this late hour of 0130, I might not be able to wake up at 0600 as I have planned. Because I do not want to be late. I hate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that alarm clock will successfully wake me up. Because it is my last resort of waking up early. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1717749228373900825?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1717749228373900825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1717749228373900825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1717749228373900825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1717749228373900825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2012/01/taadaa-day.html' title='a taadaa day?'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8908699706180519711</id><published>2012-01-11T08:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:28:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disconcerted view</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! How was Christmas? I hope the new year is going well for everyone. =]&lt;br /&gt;I have been away, again, I know. Believe me, it's so hard to start writing (or in this case typing) sentences that forms so rapidly and goes away in the same manner. I think I am slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to try to post consistently now since I am in the middle of trying out some new habits that I can develop to lead me to becoming a better me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new semester had just started. I am again feeling paranoid about the subjects I am enrolling myself in. Because I still have a very large part of my old self with me; although I have come to terms with myself that I have finally succeeded partly in defining me. This old part seems to be a very indecisive, very worrisome and also a very selfish part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new term starting, I have to decide whether or not I would want to transfer to the States this fall or wait until next fall or spring. Applications for most of the universities are already closed, but the ones that I have my mind on are still open for application for another 2-3 weeks more. With that in mind, here also comes the time for me to declare my major. I have narrowed my options to a few; Business - Accounting / Management , Liberal Arts - Anthropology, History, Linguistic and Fine Arts - Illustration , Film/Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having done that, I guess the things that I want to do are mostly inclined to the liberal arts side. Going the traditional way of getting a business degree in accounting or management makes me feel like I will definitely have a safety net underneath the tightrope I am and will be walking. A sort of one way street in my own definition. Let's face the fact that the other fields that I would like to pursue have a very high level of competition and to be successful and making it to the top ten would have to take perhaps an undefinite time period and a lot of luck. I wish I was a character in the online game Ragnarok. Of course there is a safety net for these field, teaching. I am not so sure I would want to do that. I am personally not a fan of teaching because most of the time I am worried that the people I explain things to, do not understand me or get me. Humans do not work or understand the same things in a same way as others. DNA and psychology proves we are not all the same aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the thing with me is I am very much undecided and very, very scared of the unknown and the risks that comes with my future. Other than that, it would be the tuition fees and the cost of funding. Though I would very much loved to leave that aside and not bother about it, it is hard. I will try nonetheless. I guess I will be pondering and making that decision in these few days. I will try to keep this place updated. In a way it will become a reminder for myself to move on and do it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams are not easy to achieve. Nobody said it was easy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8908699706180519711?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8908699706180519711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8908699706180519711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8908699706180519711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8908699706180519711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2012/01/disconcerted-view.html' title='disconcerted view'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-437929151675077982</id><published>2011-12-23T03:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T03:32:05.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to snow patrol; my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am so scared of running forward because ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it might not work out right, then it will all be wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-437929151675077982?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/437929151675077982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=437929151675077982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/437929151675077982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/437929151675077982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/12/listening-to-snow-patrol-my-thoughts.html' title='listening to snow patrol; my thoughts'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3746615188775105699</id><published>2011-10-27T03:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T03:19:06.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;All that you need to do is just be content.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3746615188775105699?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3746615188775105699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3746615188775105699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3746615188775105699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3746615188775105699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-that-you-need-to-do-is-just-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5117155155013255006</id><published>2011-10-24T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T00:00:32.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have a Little Faith. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5117155155013255006?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5117155155013255006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5117155155013255006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5117155155013255006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5117155155013255006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-little-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2280255343500567950</id><published>2011-10-07T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:35:15.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Can you create a world that only exists between these four walls?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-2280255343500567950?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2280255343500567950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2280255343500567950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2280255343500567950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2280255343500567950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-you-create-world-that-only-exists.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3793330566808332282</id><published>2011-10-01T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T03:29:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not an island in sight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not guessing, but I'm thinking that it would, afterall, be another quiet weekend. I've decided last minute to not head back north this weekend. It's been quite a hectic week to be honest. And I am not really up to going out for the dinner tonight. Although truthfully I've been quite looking forward to it since last few weeks. I can't help but be a little disappointed that I won't make it this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9m8ExdypVI/TobkIVauBaI/AAAAAAAABGY/zR7GAmnT4nQ/s400/crossingroad.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 204px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658460813676905890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what is going on with me and my emotions lately. Well for starters, I've never really blogged about them like this before. (teehee, you may say that I'm quite upfront with some things here before.) I am feeling like a lost boat in the middle of the vast blue ocean. Sometimes when I'm near the shore, the ground is in sight and the seabed can be seen clearly too. But right now I can't seem to find any ground or island to land for just a minute. Not one. I wonder what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, I'm feeling really down. I doubt the cover ups are going to last any longer. Perhaps the chase is ending soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3793330566808332282?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3793330566808332282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3793330566808332282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3793330566808332282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3793330566808332282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-island-in-sight.html' title='not an island in sight.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a9m8ExdypVI/TobkIVauBaI/AAAAAAAABGY/zR7GAmnT4nQ/s72-c/crossingroad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4528845332214152468</id><published>2011-09-29T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:45:38.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESSSS! RETURN SEASON FOR HARRY'S LAW!!! ;DD&lt;br /&gt;SMILESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-4528845332214152468?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4528845332214152468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4528845332214152468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4528845332214152468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4528845332214152468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/yessss-return-season-for-harrys-law-dd.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7303616576246825100</id><published>2011-09-21T14:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:43:39.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrynumber'/><title type='text'>today -entrynumberthree-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- What happened to the earphones I ordered a week ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I wish Calculus class wounldn't end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- It's raining so heavily, I can't possibly walk to the station to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- I'm stuck in inti for the day (again.) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- My earphonesss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The pc lab is getting noisier and noisier. Shut the crap up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Thundering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Clouded vision of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Where are my friends? Oh history tests, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Should have followed JW back, but I was still in class. Sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- This desktop's keyboard is nice to type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- A little gastricity going on in the digestive system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- The rain's from another alien country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7303616576246825100?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7303616576246825100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7303616576246825100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7303616576246825100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7303616576246825100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-entrynumberthree.html' title='today -entrynumberthree-'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4099005901816976601</id><published>2011-09-19T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:08:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apparently its not all of it at 11:52am. Stress level continued to maintain its pressure until 4 in the evening. Right now, I guess it has gone down 50% from its initial level.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I urgently need some tea and proper boost of energy from a sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7001056956536160932-4099005901816976601?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4099005901816976601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4099005901816976601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4099005901816976601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4099005901816976601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/apparently-its-not-all-of-it-at-1152am.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5594652839456814588</id><published>2011-09-19T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:06:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stress level up to the top of my head. But then again, I guess that's all for the day. Huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5594652839456814588?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5594652839456814588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5594652839456814588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5594652839456814588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5594652839456814588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/stress-level-up-to-top-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6855238042389781868</id><published>2011-09-16T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T21:10:10.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today-entries'/><title type='text'>today -entrynumbertwo-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAYING OVER WITH THE CECELIA TEY AT THE WEI XUAN'S CRIB!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..having fun but we are so tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7001056956536160932-6855238042389781868?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6855238042389781868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6855238042389781868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6855238042389781868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6855238042389781868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-entrynumbertwo.html' title='today -entrynumbertwo-'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7704649696894794274</id><published>2011-09-12T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T23:53:47.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today I felt like a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7704649696894794274?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7704649696894794274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7704649696894794274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7704649696894794274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7704649696894794274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/today-i-felt-like-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5382911928338859849</id><published>2011-09-07T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:56:00.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Learn To</title><content type='html'>I have learnt something that will reprimand my thinking for as long as I can remember what it has affected upon me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have learnt to learn to grow up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5382911928338859849?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5382911928338859849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5382911928338859849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5382911928338859849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5382911928338859849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-learn-to.html' title='To Learn To'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7629205510039619362</id><published>2011-08-26T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:55:24.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Own Mind Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so annoyed by myself that I do not feel like going anymore or thinking about any other stuffs anymore. Question to be reflected upon thyself (me) : Why are you so restless and why can't you keep your thoughts to yourself once in a while eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chaosinthekosmos.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/mouth-covered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/chaosinthekosmos.com"&gt;chaosinthekosmos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Going to have the whole day to myself today. Wonder what I am going to do. Have to get to gardens by 3:50pm to catch the last bus back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao everyone, enjoy your Friday and the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7629205510039619362?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7629205510039619362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7629205510039619362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7629205510039619362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7629205510039619362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-so-annoyed-by-myself-that-i-do-not.html' title='Own Mind Chaos'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-588396468208421048</id><published>2011-08-17T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T23:30:07.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough the start of the day was quite blur and I had some sick and uneasy feeling. Overall my day had fair pretty well, dare I say, since the beginning of the week had already been filled with decisions making and some chaos here and there; God knows how long it will continue on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, because today is one of those rare mid-week break for me during my college week, I have planned to stay dormant for the day. Hopefully it will wrap up my dormant dash hibernating dash peaceful holiday mood for the last three weeks in a roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what have I done today? Let's see. I managed to finally finished up the remaining of the 213 chapters of HoLiC and am still not over it yet. Then early this noon I had received a message from my friends that says, "Ashley say you fong fei kei us." Which I had a good laugh at. Although I must honestly say, I do feel a little bit bad and regret that I have not woken up early to join them, but I guess there will be a next time and perhaps a wee bit later outing I hope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I said I stayed in the whole day, I mean it. I did not even bother going out for lunch or breakfast because firstly, I was too hooked up in the manga. Secondly, I was too dormant to go out. And finally, it was raining cats and dogs. Though I did went out for dinner nearby walking distance. Oh well, that was during the evening slash night. So yeah. I had a few (or rather a lot of) good servings of sushi's and they were deliiiicious! Satisfied my Japanese food-crazed-day. Which I think was great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had a five minutes phone call with my long distance bestie in Melbourne. So glad she called me again after I missed her call earlier. Seriously in the IMY mood right now. Hope she's all fine and I cannot wait to meet her in a few weeks time!! Talk about excitement! I was super excited when she told me that, and now, I have something to look forward to. In which I think is also super important to have to help make my days go faster. Though part of me hope that the day would come soon, another part of me is dreading it because I do not want that day to end so soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright for now, I will add in some photos tomorrow. My internet is cracking up on me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night lovers of the cities and the countrysides! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-588396468208421048?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/588396468208421048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=588396468208421048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/588396468208421048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/588396468208421048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1695814674618210092</id><published>2011-08-14T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T11:32:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaaaahhhh</title><content type='html'>Today's whining-session: facebook is a loser app and I wish college semester wouldn't start again and I can just get a degree and go to work in a year later or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1695814674618210092?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1695814674618210092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1695814674618210092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1695814674618210092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1695814674618210092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/blaaaaahhhh.html' title='Blaaaaahhhh'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2079653617620583216</id><published>2011-08-12T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T02:40:46.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worthy or unworthy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I really wish I was in a different place and time. Why is life made to not be able to turn back? Yet that can only be done by thoughts and memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been having doubts about where I am heading to again. I am effing undecided all the time. I hate it. The fact that I am undecided and doubtful. It is bullshitting my life at this moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, it does not help with my sleeping either. You know Mr Stress, I have been sleeping peacefully and having pleasant dreams until you came back to haunt me. Overthinking is another fault of mine if you do not already realize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/5694435269_b730d89aa8.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34455498@N04/5694435269/"&gt;Kat :3 flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's not hide it anymore shall I? I am having doubts about whether to stay on in the program I am in now or to move on to another one. Though I will not even call that moving on. It is like going backwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to go back to praying. God I am so sorry. Please do help me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P/s: I wanted to post Great Kate's photo here, but it would be a disgrace, wouldn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-2079653617620583216?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2079653617620583216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2079653617620583216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2079653617620583216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2079653617620583216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/08/doubtful-shit.html' title='worthy or unworthy?'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/5694435269_b730d89aa8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7256177804038429235</id><published>2011-07-26T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:40:24.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still wanna grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll7n8omD9N1qc44f0o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 567px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll7n8omD9N1qc44f0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a href="http://joyeechoong.tumblr.com"&gt;joyeechong.tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7256177804038429235?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7256177804038429235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7256177804038429235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7256177804038429235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7256177804038429235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/07/still-wanna-grow-up.html' title='Still wanna grow up?'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6731882134178623905</id><published>2011-07-18T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:23:12.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green shirt guy.</title><content type='html'>I find the person in green sitting opposite me rather interesting. If I'm real honest and truthful I'll go straight at him upfront and tell him this,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Hi green shirt guy, I think you're really cute. No not that kind of Zac Afron cute, but really bubbly cute. You remind me of the Japanese anime Totoro. Oh by the way, I love your pulled up hair and that hair band, it suits your look. What are you majoring in for a degree? Wait! Let me guess, hmmm. Computer Science? Oh no, Engineering? Hmm, Accounting? Anyway, it was nice meeting you. Helps a lot to divert my painful cramps feelings away. See you around! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My final's is in less than 5 hours and my cramps are killing me. Save me, someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6731882134178623905?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6731882134178623905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6731882134178623905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6731882134178623905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6731882134178623905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/07/green-shirt-guy.html' title='Green shirt guy.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4667298286206272098</id><published>2011-07-18T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:21:23.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N for need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://favim.com/orig/201104/25/Favim.com-24020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://favim.com/orig/201104/25/Favim.com-24020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;@flairey.tumblr.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a lot of things. That "a lot of things" incorporates&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; a new set of earphones &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(not that important but to sometimes get my mood going while I'm on the move)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few new pairs of jeans &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(as my current ones are almost worn out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new set of attitudes towards people and life &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(the current ones are looking not so good ATM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new weight number on the weighing machine &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(apparently I've gained weight unconsciously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to finish studying my 92 pages of anthropology&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; (for my own information my anthro finals is tomorrow-Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : Oh and I need to start saving money too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day everyone, have a great week ahead 'kay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-4667298286206272098?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4667298286206272098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4667298286206272098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4667298286206272098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4667298286206272098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/07/n-for-need.html' title='N for need.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5002815021927015547</id><published>2011-06-20T18:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:38:55.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pretty sulky day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Mondays are not usually like this. They are hyped up, not blue. Well at least to some point where I'm actually tired because of being hyper. But today, the tiredness came from the loads of reading and essay writing. As well as the lack of snoozing time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mdjunction.com/components/com_joomlaboard/uploaded/images/27390_Clipart_Illustration_Of_A_Hyper_Little_Blond_Caucasian_Girl_Inside_An_Open_Box_With_Opened_Wrapping_Paper_Underneath.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 304px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attended the audition for the Jefferson Fourth of July play. Not many people were there, but it was not as fun as I thought it would be, mainly because I was really tired and could barely think straight. I hope tomorrow's session would be better than today's.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/294078052_79bf02307a.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 353px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;strong class="username" id="yui_3_3_0_3_13085677081431074" style="font-style: normal; display: block; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); margin-top: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adobemac/294078052/"&gt;By adobemac&lt;/a&gt; - L.E.MacDonald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong class="username" id="yui_3_3_0_3_13085677081431074" style="font-style: normal; display: block; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); margin-top: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My iPod has decided to give me the "STOP" sign on jail breaking it. It has finally taken its toll of being jail-break-resistance. After updating to the new software, I lost all my previous files VK has helped me to break into. I miss the quick unlock app.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a sucky day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of all days, i have to be tired and worn out today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of all days, i chose to attend auditioning today instead of tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of all days, the librarian have to choose today to conserve energy by turning off the ACs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lunching with my classmates and having fun at subway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;proved to be the best thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank God for being there and thank Him for always being there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7001056956536160932-5002815021927015547?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5002815021927015547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5002815021927015547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5002815021927015547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5002815021927015547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-sulky-day.html' title='a pretty sulky day.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/294078052_79bf02307a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2978423200461957951</id><published>2011-05-24T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T11:17:10.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College all over again?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, dreaming too much is not possibly the best thing to have happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been enrolled for two days in college now. I wished I could have said 'university' instead. But the current institution I'm in is not one. The que that had allowed me to make that opening statement came as I recall some of my first month in Methodist college. It was a really hard transition and boy! was it tough. It's a little hard to be forming cliques in my situation as my classes are totally different from my other coursemates, except our English classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope things would go well, though I know they will its just a matter of time. Crush me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-2978423200461957951?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2978423200461957951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2978423200461957951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2978423200461957951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2978423200461957951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/college-all-over-again.html' title='College all over again?'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3359196980692586631</id><published>2011-05-15T02:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T03:15:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mebirthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoFrl7I40vY/Tc7TRb-98XI/AAAAAAAABDg/W_rxiiNkZ_k/s1600/DSC03679-p.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoFrl7I40vY/Tc7TRb-98XI/AAAAAAAABDg/W_rxiiNkZ_k/s320/DSC03679-p.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606650882645946738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;It says, "rochellecho ; todayismay15th2011" .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you, God, for giving me another year of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for all the people who remembered me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by sending cards, and letters, gifts and good wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for all the experience of this past year;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for times of success which will always be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for times of failure which reminded me of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weaknesses and of my need for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for times of joy when the sun was shining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for times of sadness which drove me to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the hours I've wasted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the chances I've failed to take,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the opportunities I've missed this past year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Help me in the days ahead to make this the best year yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and through it to bring good credit to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happiness and pride to my loved ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and joy to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have yet to come up with my own prayer. But before the day ends, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3359196980692586631?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3359196980692586631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3359196980692586631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3359196980692586631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3359196980692586631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/mebirthday.html' title='mebirthday!'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoFrl7I40vY/Tc7TRb-98XI/AAAAAAAABDg/W_rxiiNkZ_k/s72-c/DSC03679-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7865580654054728680</id><published>2011-05-12T00:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T01:02:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I need to get busy. I'm having that heartache I had before. No it's not about a boy. It's about the 1940s - 1950s Hollywood films. I suddenly misses Eleanor Parker terribly much. I've been watching her films these past few weeks. This should be a credit to Tharwa's and Jennifer's posts of Eleanor lately that had made me wondered back. Thank you girls, I've actually missed this feeling, but at the same time I was dreading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/11/40/45/11404572_gal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 461px;" src="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/11/40/45/11404572_gal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charles Heston &amp;amp; Eleanor Parker in 'The Naked Jungle' 1954.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was exactly like the heartache I had for Deborah and the Hollywood leading men and women. I hate that feeling, not because I hate them, but because I won't have the chance to live in that period, ever. And I have now is just pictures and films of their legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call the universities to ask about the online application.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean up the bedroom and sort things out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look around for photos and different photo papers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a few letters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get busy after tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sort out whatever needed from the uni call.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a few envelopes and stamps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out the stamp fees needed for the letters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy the photo papers and print the photos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I will mail the letters the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7865580654054728680?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7865580654054728680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7865580654054728680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7865580654054728680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7865580654054728680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/tomorrow-again.html' title='Tomorrow again.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-9132280434501701358</id><published>2011-05-08T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:08:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I grew up?</title><content type='html'>I suppose only God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-9132280434501701358?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9132280434501701358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=9132280434501701358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9132280434501701358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9132280434501701358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/did-i-grew-up.html' title='Did I grew up?'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6613467996349162976</id><published>2011-05-04T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:03:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>Guess the new template was all I needed to reboost the writing spirit in me huh. Well, anyway here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few "Unpublished, Unfinished" posts which are still in the posts locker. I swear to God I've been trying to finish them, but I just have such a complex mind that I can't seem to get to a point where I want to be in those posts. I shall try and arbitrate with them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6613467996349162976?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6613467996349162976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6613467996349162976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6613467996349162976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6613467996349162976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/05/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6347734755857380211</id><published>2011-03-01T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:45:48.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to talk to God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6347734755857380211?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6347734755857380211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6347734755857380211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6347734755857380211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6347734755857380211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-need-to-talk-to-god.html' title='I need to talk to God.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1202654914914737970</id><published>2010-11-03T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:47:03.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TNF1KPKYzxI/AAAAAAAABA8/DwTeTBfnIno/s1600/life-train+image+berlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TNF1KPKYzxI/AAAAAAAABA8/DwTeTBfnIno/s320/life-train+image+berlin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334235744292626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Freezing Temperatures Hit Germany&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BERLIN - JAN 08: A passenger train makes its way through a snow-covered suburb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where will this train lead me to?&lt;div&gt;How I hope the railway is never-ending,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish the train would never stop,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, if only it all come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would buy the ticket that says departure time 0400,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arrows pointing to a never-ending journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to explore the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not only to get lost in my fantasy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but of other cultures and people's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fantasy of old shanghai and old Hollywood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might not make it back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might miss all the things I have here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family, my friends and my everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is there really a railway station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that sells those tickets where arrival place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is the never-ending way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1202654914914737970?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1202654914914737970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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So? Deal with it!&lt;div&gt;In my case, its about blurdy time for me to finish studying and revising the chapters and papers for my finals, which will be starting on this coming Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played too much, now I have to balance it out. I will make it happen. For I know I can, and I know I will plus I know I must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more time to waste. The past weekend was fun and eventful, but that's where the "fullstop"comes in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8488348310738113992?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8488348310738113992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8488348310738113992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8488348310738113992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8488348310738113992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/11/fair-vs-unfair.html' title='Fair vs unfair.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2072078466369409982</id><published>2010-10-27T03:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T04:05:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMcxqFdxLXI/AAAAAAAABA0/I7cBaJh9zzs/s1600/DSC03166-r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMcxqFdxLXI/AAAAAAAABA0/I7cBaJh9zzs/s400/DSC03166-r.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532445266339245426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Wednesday, 27th October 2010.&lt;div&gt;I love my 3 a.m. morning session with Celeste, Erica and Tharwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends rocks my socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;時&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;代曲.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-2072078466369409982?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2072078466369409982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2072078466369409982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2072078466369409982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2072078466369409982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-am.html' title='3 a.m.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMcxqFdxLXI/AAAAAAAABA0/I7cBaJh9zzs/s72-c/DSC03166-r.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3909948532106849222</id><published>2010-10-23T01:47:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T02:44:39.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, the beginning of study leave and so much more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="36" width="470"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyOTQwNTg0O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI5NDA1ODQtNDUyIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToyMTExNzE4O3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjg3NzczMTUzO30=&amp;amp;autoplay=default" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed wmode="transparent" height="36" width="470" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyOTQwNTg0O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI5NDA1ODQtNDUyIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToyMTExNzE4O3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjg3NzczMTUzO30=&amp;amp;autoplay=default"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Warning: Play the song for full emo effect at your own risk. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I never thought I would be blogging about this. My post might not be as happy toned as &lt;a href="http://solitude-promise.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-ausmat.html"&gt;Caca's post here&lt;/a&gt;. You know me larh!!!! hahaha, I really need to express it out. I might dieeeee if I don't.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were strangers. Forty strangers coming together in a Methodist college, doing the Australian Matriculation. All of us have different reasons why we chose this. Some was up for it for the short duration, some planned to go to Australia, some find this course inexpensive and some just came to find themselves. And I'm afraid I am one of the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be very honest, I had in June, daydreamed that one day all of us would look back at the times we had and at the end of the day, we would smile and grin and laugh and will go on to our separate ways. But never had "Goodbye" been so hard for me. Okay, maybe there are some bits here and there. Today was not an exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the months dragged on, we see people leaving. One after another. The remaining ones questioning themselves, "Should I leave? Should I stay?" , "What happens if I really leave?". In the end there is 32 ( I just found out, 35) of us left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;I left college today, thinking "What on earth did we bring ourselves into?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;The answer, I finally found is simple, "Friendships that will last. Times that will be reminisced. Education that widens our thinking horizon. A year that will be a part of our life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;As I browsed through the photos uploaded by our very own photographers, my emo mood just popped in and said hi. How very convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;I know each and everyone of us (or maybe just some?) had struggled through this past ten months. I know I did, because I was who I was. I learnt a lot of things from all of you that God had graciously put into my life. I would never had dream of this at the beginning of the year, no, never. I am glad that I had lecturers who are supportive like the friends I have here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(190, 199, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;You guys are one of a kind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMHjSBJmTpI/AAAAAAAABAs/WdEtcqsEuZs/s400/pg1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530951716073524882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; color: rgb(190, 199, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photos courtesy of Erica@&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(103, 132, 146); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://solitude-promise.blogspot.com/"&gt;Separated Feathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; yours truly for the centre shot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Madge sang that she can make it alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I'll say this - do not forget this is life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;You can't make it alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;If you do, then you are not who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Look out the window tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Let Mr. Moon and the little stars wave you hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Greet the breeze with your sweetest smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;When you are alone, they can be me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;For I love them as friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Isn't that what's it supposed to mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I want to make lots and lots of statements,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I don't regret meeting all of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I don't regret spending time with all of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I don't regret expressing my feelings here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I don't regret taking Ausmat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Look out the window tomorrow morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Let Mr. Cloud and the tiny spots of sun ray kiss you mornin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Greet the sun with your loveliest thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;When you are awake, they can be me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;For they are my friends who will make my day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Seeing them reminds me of you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;So why not you too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;We've walked a long way through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Three-o-six days is not long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Did you treasure them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I feel my heart breaking a lil' bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Maybe because ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;You are who you are, and I am who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;and because you've accepted me for who I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;and I've accepted you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Simply put, we all became friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Not just acquaintance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Not just friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Not just best friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;But lifelong friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Maybe I'm dreaming again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Oh dear Lord, please oh please,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Let this dream ends with a happy ending,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;Let everyone smile and remembers me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;=) The last line was meant to be cheeky. heeeheeeheee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMHbhEVFn5I/AAAAAAAABAc/ABuDfjbode4/s400/DSC_0820-rr.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530943178532036498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3909948532106849222?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3909948532106849222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3909948532106849222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3909948532106849222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3909948532106849222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-beginning-of-study-leave_1284.html' title='Saturday, the beginning of study leave and so much more.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TMHjSBJmTpI/AAAAAAAABAs/WdEtcqsEuZs/s72-c/pg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6822798469104068836</id><published>2010-10-08T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:11:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after my mocks</title><content type='html'>It's been raining again.&lt;div&gt;What a dull day it has been so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever wonder how it feels like to be in someone else's shoes for a while?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, MOCKS over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more weeks and I'm completing my Matriculation year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should be autumn now at the other side of the globe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween's coming around soon. Any plans everyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those two simple words, they seem so small but what a great meaning it brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers. Yours truly is going out to celebrate her friend's birthday. Loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6822798469104068836?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6822798469104068836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6822798469104068836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6822798469104068836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6822798469104068836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-after-my-mock-tees.html' title='the day after my mocks'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6465438727320492733</id><published>2010-10-05T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T12:10:20.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;its been raining during the wee hours of these few nights. i must say, it's a pleasant thing to know that God is still awake with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6465438727320492733?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6465438727320492733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6465438727320492733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6465438727320492733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6465438727320492733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-raining-during-wee-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4137884617250205395</id><published>2010-10-03T11:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T11:36:38.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ih.k12.oh.us/MSmedia/Jenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.ih.k12.oh.us/MSmedia/Jenna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenna Heap from Magyk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been called a "young lady" twice by the Aussies yesterday.&lt;div&gt;And to be honest, I wouldn't mind being called a young lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-4137884617250205395?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4137884617250205395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4137884617250205395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4137884617250205395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4137884617250205395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/young-lady.html' title='Young lady'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3234847585216176155</id><published>2010-10-01T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:40:13.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Deborah,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TKS8YMvwAhI/AAAAAAAABAU/6_ng2gaEPxY/s1600/candidfamily_deborah+and+peter+4-edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TKS8YMvwAhI/AAAAAAAABAU/6_ng2gaEPxY/s400/candidfamily_deborah+and+peter+4-edit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522746166987457042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't quite know why, but I just love this photo of Peter and Deborah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss you Deborah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wish you were still here with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can only think of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and the surprised face you had in "Dream Wife".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And Cary Grant by your side in "An Affair to Remember".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Together with the joyous laugh with Peter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have a happy birthday Deborah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The star that sparkles brightest tonight, that shall be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3234847585216176155?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3234847585216176155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3234847585216176155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3234847585216176155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3234847585216176155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-deborah.html' title='Dear Deborah,'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TKS8YMvwAhI/AAAAAAAABAU/6_ng2gaEPxY/s72-c/candidfamily_deborah+and+peter+4-edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4903787983966972400</id><published>2010-09-29T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:09:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greer</title><content type='html'>Dear Greer,&lt;div&gt;We shall ponder upon the stars and wonder where you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For we are remembering the legacy which you have left us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday and may your smile be a good luck charm to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-4903787983966972400?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4903787983966972400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4903787983966972400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4903787983966972400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4903787983966972400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/greer.html' title='Greer'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3706129338451833974</id><published>2010-09-27T23:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T02:21:42.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End roll</title><content type='html'>I forgot how much I've missed listening to Ayumi.&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I wonder how on earth did I even come across her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the LOVE~destiny~ video that was playing on MTV that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it was after school or something like that, I remember hanging out on the couch and pressing the numbers on the remote control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I stopped as I continued pressing the positive button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I lower my finger and pressed the negative button and there it was, orangey sepia video, I remember there was a car and some restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVEppears is my first ayu album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With time evolving, she evolved as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this still the ayu from before? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess so. But I know I'm fading away from her music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both grew up; and still is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3706129338451833974?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3706129338451833974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3706129338451833974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3706129338451833974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3706129338451833974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-roll.html' title='End roll'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7367088834827394663</id><published>2010-09-22T00:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T01:08:47.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiredness</title><content type='html'>I am tired. Really tired of almost everything.&lt;div&gt;Why do I feel like I am now back to square one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything doesn't feel right anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was it that made me think I was at a reachable dream's calling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes putting too much hope or faith is not a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't stop repeating the phrase, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am tired. Just tired. Very tired of everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People around you don't stop even though you stopped in your tracks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They would not know what is wrong with you unless you tell them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling inferior. I don't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's cramping up within these few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing here and there with assessments and presentations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My MOCKS are coming up in less than 12 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want any distractions or unnecessary things to come up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord, is this the punishment for not listening or not believing in you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who am I to even find myself in your shadow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shuffle mode in iTunes had came to Brooke Fraser's 'Hosea's Wife'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7367088834827394663?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7367088834827394663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7367088834827394663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7367088834827394663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7367088834827394663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/tiredness.html' title='tiredness'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4500676470155096689</id><published>2010-09-13T23:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:10:47.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monococo effect'/><title type='text'>the monococo effect #002</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;♥germainee. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my ruler disappeared&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;me says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a sentence..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it dropped.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHA&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/7001056956536160932-4500676470155096689?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4500676470155096689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4500676470155096689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4500676470155096689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4500676470155096689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/monococo-effect-002_13.html' title='the monococo effect #002'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2848869118068154157</id><published>2010-08-17T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T16:21:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mysterious case of a black pouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am feeling very sick today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have either misplaced or lost my black pouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which stored my DiGi internet, ishuffle and my thumbdrive and most importantly, the pair of earrings my aunt bought me for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad and depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there any phrase like "sad to the max"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if there is, then I am confounded by my own feeling and is about to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G and C texted me back and I find myself urging not to reply back because both the messages were just, &lt;i&gt;beautiful &lt;/i&gt;in their own way? I suppose that is the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here am I sitting in some fast food restaurant and using their internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suppose I shall stay here longer to finish reading my text book chapter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and doing my research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TGpFMTwESPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9QjCtlyWPgo/s320/DSC02669.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506289572176480498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-2848869118068154157?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2848869118068154157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2848869118068154157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2848869118068154157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2848869118068154157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/mysterious-case-of-black-pouch.html' title='the mysterious case of a black pouch.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TGpFMTwESPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/9QjCtlyWPgo/s72-c/DSC02669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-9150454120643829112</id><published>2010-08-16T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:25:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myrna and my sunday afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TGgUvTyL7XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cHMh45GwuZQ/s1600/libldy1-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TGgUvTyL7XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cHMh45GwuZQ/s400/libldy1-r.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505673347457609074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I re-watched 'Libeled Lady' today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I thoroughly enjoyed it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fell in love with Myrna and Bill again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They both were meant for each other on screen.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss watching black and white films. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They were called films for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I should be doing my English work by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm not. And I'm feeling a little worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Worried that I might not be able to remember the facts needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I'll have to go pack my stuffs now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Heading back to KL early morning tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess I'll never stop learning how to love Myrna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Its so easy to fall in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So lovers, "Let's face the music and dance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7001056956536160932-9150454120643829112?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9150454120643829112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=9150454120643829112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9150454120643829112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9150454120643829112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/myrna-and-my-sunday-afternoon.html' title='myrna and my sunday afternoon.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TGgUvTyL7XI/AAAAAAAAA_0/cHMh45GwuZQ/s72-c/libldy1-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8960721889895325987</id><published>2010-08-13T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:32:18.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a vividly lighted world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Lover, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do  you think one can never escape their own karma that surrounds themselves so vividly that you might faint hearing the word "love"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;random case #001&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8960721889895325987?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8960721889895325987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8960721889895325987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8960721889895325987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8960721889895325987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-vividly-lighted-world.html' title='It&apos;s a vividly lighted world.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-9157486859026087484</id><published>2010-08-13T00:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:10:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorns From Inside</title><content type='html'>it feels really bad to keep stuffs inside alone.&lt;div&gt;i can be there for my friends when i am around them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes when i look around me, i just don't know where i should go to for the one who would look out for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you out there hearing my call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe because i just worry too much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;i listened too much that i did not notice i needed to reach out too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" I listen to our favorite song&lt;br /&gt;playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Hear the DJ say loves a game of easy come and easy go&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder does he know&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever felt like this&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you'd be here right now&lt;br /&gt;If I could let you know somehow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Cyrus M. Every Rose Has Its Thorn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-9157486859026087484?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9157486859026087484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=9157486859026087484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9157486859026087484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/9157486859026087484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/thorns-from-inside_13.html' title='Thorns From Inside'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6104170134946248916</id><published>2010-08-03T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:43:10.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teach me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TFbyWwY6o-I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Tgd-QTkqh98/s1600/DSC02552-E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TFbyWwY6o-I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Tgd-QTkqh98/s400/DSC02552-E.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500850467640091618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teach me how not to think negatively,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teach me how not to get annoyed easily,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teach me how to surf the ocean on a midnight train to georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7001056956536160932-6104170134946248916?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6104170134946248916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6104170134946248916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6104170134946248916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6104170134946248916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/08/teach-me.html' title='teach me...'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/TFbyWwY6o-I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Tgd-QTkqh98/s72-c/DSC02552-E.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5893680529386871829</id><published>2010-07-31T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:16:25.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys</title><content type='html'>I'm staying over at my friend's house tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) She is a kinder joy toys-addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Psychology session today and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had to write down five things each on the good and bad side of a friend we pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly picked the lady sitting beside her and obviously she is sitting in front of me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Barbecue Night aka MCRAVE. It was fun and like what Ms Moey said, "...a night to remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I just want to say, FML but at the same time, I appreciate the fact that I am blessed with such great friends who had walked into my life during my eighteen year phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys. I love my AUSMAT family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5893680529386871829?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5893680529386871829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5893680529386871829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5893680529386871829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5893680529386871829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/toys.html' title='Toys'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5907630643447243228</id><published>2010-07-27T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:56:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>I'm an ill tempered PITA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5907630643447243228?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5907630643447243228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5907630643447243228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5907630643447243228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5907630643447243228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7343443357985147482</id><published>2010-07-25T17:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:00:18.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifesaver</title><content type='html'>It's raining. &lt;br /&gt;It started raining heavily about 2 hours ago and it's drizzling now.&lt;br /&gt;I've stumble upon another blogger's blog. Which I find very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be her friend" was my reaction.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it's not possibly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Bieber's Overboard.&lt;br /&gt;TBH, I would mind walking under the rain now.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt from VK, walking in the rain is nice.&lt;br /&gt;I refused to walk, it was over 6pm and we both have to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I insisted we wait until it stops. In the end I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trying and waiting for some reasons for me to walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood at the side of the window and looked out at the lushes greens.&lt;br /&gt;"The rain cleanse this world".&lt;br /&gt;The Federal Highway is almost alienated on Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my room and the apartment have such great view.&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Feeling the wind in my face and occasionally rain drops as well.&lt;br /&gt;I love these kind of weather.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I am alone?&lt;br /&gt;Lovely day. Awaiting darkness to loom over.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not willing to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7343443357985147482?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7343443357985147482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7343443357985147482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7343443357985147482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7343443357985147482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/lifesaver.html' title='lifesaver'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5943697233276181521</id><published>2010-07-23T17:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:26:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and ask</title><content type='html'>Waiting and waiting and waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you speaking Malay to each other?" asked the British man.&lt;br /&gt;I looked over to Celeste in blur and answered, "Oh, I'm speaking to her in English."&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you not speaking Malay to each other?" he continued with a blur smile.&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in a stunned motion, not knowing what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we speak three different languages," Celeste replied.&lt;br /&gt;The tall British man looked at us in surprised. Well, how I know that? Because surprise was written all over his face. I couldn't find anything to say. Blank. My head was blank, still having his question repeating itself in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His question was a great one. We met him on our way to the central. I insisted to stop and ask if he needed help and boy! What a stop it was. To me it was some kind of a 'wake up call' right in your face about you being a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why aren't we talking to each other in Malay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Celeste says he sounds more like an Aussie or Kiwi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-5943697233276181521?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5943697233276181521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5943697233276181521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5943697233276181521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5943697233276181521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/stop-and-ask.html' title='Stop and ask'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6560755337041826894</id><published>2010-07-22T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:28:08.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to go midvalley because of a change of plan in Eliza's so call "itinerary". So I'm meeting her next week it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly is now currently sitting in KL central among the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, unfortunately this is what I do when I feel like I needed some crowd time.&lt;br /&gt;Although people sit here and not talk, it feels comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;There's no awkward silence. Of course sometimes there is, which depends on your mood.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in a rather satisfied mood.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to cook the Korean noodles mom bought me for dinner. Yumm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6560755337041826894?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6560755337041826894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6560755337041826894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6560755337041826894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6560755337041826894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-decided-not-to-go-midvalley-because.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6588621849639440115</id><published>2010-07-19T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:26:27.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bs at the moment</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I had differed my preferences from my initial choices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biological Sciences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mathematics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psychology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;EALD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Economics&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biological Sciences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Politics &amp;amp; Law&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psychology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;EALD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a mess. I should have dropped Biological Sciences for Mathematics and Psychology for Accounting and Finance. A very expensive lesson to learn. I was and still am stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choices for my degree in university is now almost like crappy crap. I need maths for economics. I need maths for everything actually. I am so sorry, but I'm going to curse. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6588621849639440115?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6588621849639440115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6588621849639440115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6588621849639440115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6588621849639440115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/feeling-bs-at-moment.html' title='feeling bs at the moment'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3272923331474693523</id><published>2010-07-18T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:18:17.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;all of us are the colours of fear to one another. can you make racism exists only in our history books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3272923331474693523?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3272923331474693523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3272923331474693523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3272923331474693523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3272923331474693523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-of-us-are-colours-of-fear-to-one.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7731054474686145998</id><published>2010-07-07T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:06:00.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monococo effect'/><title type='text'>the monococo effect #001</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;♥germainee. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;did you hear about the octopus&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rochelle addams says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt; i saw a cute octi just now&lt;br /&gt; im going to buy it i think&lt;br /&gt; but i no use with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;♥germainee. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; put ink in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::: L-edMAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7731054474686145998?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7731054474686145998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7731054474686145998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7731054474686145998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7731054474686145998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/monococo-effect-001.html' title='the monococo effect #001'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-177162776738878201</id><published>2010-07-06T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:56:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of template and tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes Blogger!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally some new decent (actually very decent) templates!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love all of 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been very tired lately, I'm not sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watching The Addams Family Musical did not help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleeping eight hours a day is not the cure either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder what's wrong with my system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I'm too tired of acting happy and pleased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm doing it for the sake of not pulling in attraction from people around me, asking me why I'm looking so down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I AM DOWN! For no particular reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm spending hours and hours sitting and doing nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine me getting an 85 or 90 TER score. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would love that. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ciao.&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-177162776738878201?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/177162776738878201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=177162776738878201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/177162776738878201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/177162776738878201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-template-and-tiredness.html' title='of template and tiredness'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1097862796308516150</id><published>2010-06-29T18:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:21:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's my life and I'm not sitting on the sidelines watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm leaving you my legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I gotta make my mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I gotta run it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want you to remember me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;- Perry K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What I want is simple. All I want is for you to remember me for who I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And all I want is to walk out of here at the end of December with flying colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't focus my attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;~Fist in the air, I'm not going do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wn without a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1097862796308516150?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1097862796308516150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1097862796308516150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1097862796308516150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1097862796308516150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/fingerprints.html' title='Fingerprints'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8540486837182642299</id><published>2010-06-21T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T01:14:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am going to make it. It's not just a dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8540486837182642299?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8540486837182642299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8540486837182642299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8540486837182642299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8540486837182642299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6684901357040631194</id><published>2010-06-19T05:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T05:57:02.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I think I will be either moving or ignoring my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's just a matter of time and unfortunately that's the thing I don't have. College is getting tougher, the competition to enter universities out there is getting higher. Although I must say in my current course, it's more to helping each other than competing out. It's a TER mean score system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My semester break ends in one week. And guess what? I still have not finish my assignments. I am so dead. I shall start doing them tomorrow. God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Good morning everyone on this side of the globe. And good evening to those at the other side of the globe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Have a great weekend altogether everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6684901357040631194?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6684901357040631194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6684901357040631194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6684901357040631194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6684901357040631194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update!'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6011600883980673882</id><published>2010-04-22T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:44:19.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smc'/><title type='text'>i miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;I am breaking my blog's code. I don't care because I miss my classmates a.k.a. my bffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BcADNLoII/AAAAAAAAA_E/UUkANpRsYF4/s400/classmates+fb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BfWMDPi5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Nlj37Y6-KUI/s1600/classmates+fb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BfWMDPi5I/AAAAAAAAA_M/Nlj37Y6-KUI/s400/classmates+fb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462971182796999570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BgL2e6wmI/AAAAAAAAA_U/poyo4gHeWb8/s1600/classmates+fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BgL2e6wmI/AAAAAAAAA_U/poyo4gHeWb8/s400/classmates+fb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462972104720433762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-6011600883980673882?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6011600883980673882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6011600883980673882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6011600883980673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6011600883980673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-them.html' title='i miss them'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S9BcADNLoII/AAAAAAAAA_E/UUkANpRsYF4/s72-c/classmates+fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1996094073683508908</id><published>2010-02-18T00:48:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:24:35.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Of Uncertainty, Family, College and But</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wyKv0iZTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Zn6MG3jW5Fg/s1600-h/vacationing+american+family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wyKv0iZTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Zn6MG3jW5Fg/s400/vacationing+american+family2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439277610173621554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Vacationing American Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;July 07, 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Allan Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I miss my brother. I miss my mum. I don't like it here. Or maybe I do. No really. Maybe I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I realized that I would try to keep myself awake at all times because I don't want to sleep away the time. The reason? I barely know why myself. Perhaps because I simply thinks that there's so much more one can do awake. But not when one is at the extend of falling asleep standing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wq_TnnL9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/b-MklUc15nU/s400/vacationing+american+family1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Vacationing American Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;July 07, 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Allan Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I suddenly have this homesick feeling again. Must have been mum's seasoned pork meat that I have reheated as my supper cum dinner just now. I'm re-listening to Albertine again. I am trying to break my thoughts down into lines. Because it is hard to read a bunch of sentences in a paragraph - it was also merely because my EALD lecturer suggested me to do so. Great idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wyKc4seXI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dGU_adue3aQ/s400/college+bowl+quiz1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;College Bowl Quiz At Purdue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Michael Rougier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To all of you kind hearted soul out there who reads my blog, I am now in college. I find that word rather... big. In my own sense that, I am already in college. Wow! Am I dreaming?? I doubt. This chapter of my book is the turning point of where I want to be in the near future. I will have to share it with people from all walks of life. And thus, I ask myself again, am I fully ready to do that? If not, then what is the repercussion of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You know, I have very nice flat-mates. I like staying here. Particularly because of the three person sleeping in the room across the living room. I went back to Ipoh for my New Year break. The liking of living in Kuala Lumpur has become a question that I took upon to ask myself everyday. I think I like it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wq-w490EI/AAAAAAAAA9o/XnVwoTeL8Mk/s400/the+chalk+garden_candid+dk+and+hayley2CR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Deborah Kerr and Hayley Mills on the set of The Chalk Garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1964. Universal Pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The previous sentence made me thought of the word 'but'. And it triggers my cognitive memory alert. I will never forget that particular afternoon. I'm smiling and grinning to myself - yes, it is funny and it gives me the warmth that I need now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Reality can be as funny as the juggler or the clown. It can also be as demanding as the monarch or as distressing as grief. I cannot make out what the Oxford nor the Webster had printed on their pages, this word becomes another material when you place yourself in it. So where are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wxONQG_wI/AAAAAAAAA94/TwyRhCr8aGc/s1600-h/thoughst1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wxONQG_wI/AAAAAAAAA94/TwyRhCr8aGc/s400/thoughst1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276570101874434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Print, History, Thought, Uncertain from the Oxford dictionary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;KL. 18 February 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Rochelle C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Printed on the papers is our history, thoughts in our mind are uncertainty that neither you or me can define. Oh, the bewilderment of my brain leave me confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: I shall post the larger version of the photographs to give them justice. Take care all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-1996094073683508908?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1996094073683508908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1996094073683508908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1996094073683508908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1996094073683508908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-uncertainty-family-and-but.html' title='Of Uncertainty, Family, College and But'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S3wyKv0iZTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Zn6MG3jW5Fg/s72-c/vacationing+american+family2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5286828837798378723</id><published>2010-01-06T01:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:54:43.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Not abandoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S0N45VHZYBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/61fHNXJmrXg/s320/parishoner-snow-home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parishoner of Rev. Dr. Edwin A. Briggs, pastor of First Methodist Church, watching as he tinkers with his car outside her home before coming in to call on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boone, IA, US. December 1940.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I have not abandon my blog. Don't worry. I just took a break from writing. I never really did found the specific topic or mood I wanted to write about. I will be quite busy these few weeks. Preparing for my life as a young adult into the world, so wide it'll eat you up in no time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S0N456wbuJI/AAAAAAAAA80/_bBI0zRHL8I/s320/irvingberlin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Songwriter Irving Berlin, composing music into the telephone while secretary writes it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;March 1946.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photographed by Cornell Capa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If Irving Berlin can compose music into people's life and make himself into who he was. I suppose, I can write a certain things which I have not decide yet and make myself into who I want to be. There's no rules of who I really want to be. Or is there? Yes, maybe there is. But where will the limiting factor bring me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S0N8CLOqFQI/AAAAAAAAA88/nfZSD_qzBjo/s320/deciding+airforce+bomber+command.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gen. Ira Eaken (L) in briefing session by Intelligence officer Lt. James Parton (C) uses pointer on huge map as Maj. Harris Hull, Lt. Col. Cecil "Brick" Lessig &amp;amp; Lt. Col. Charles Kirk, in secret Operations Room after reports from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; intelligence officers &amp;amp; meteorologists have been discussed before deciding on tomorrow's target, at HQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;United Kingdom. September 1942.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photographed by Margaret Bourke-White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, I've been much in dilemma over college. I still can't make up my mind about what to major in. Yes, I do have a passion for History. And yes, I do love Biology. So where does that leaves me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: small; "&gt;I'll have to pen off here. It's 1:33 a.m. now. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Take care and may this new year be blessed for all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-5286828837798378723?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5286828837798378723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5286828837798378723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5286828837798378723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5286828837798378723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-abandoning.html' title='Not abandoning'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/S0N45VHZYBI/AAAAAAAAA8s/61fHNXJmrXg/s72-c/parishoner-snow-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7505730338341546219</id><published>2009-11-30T19:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:33:12.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Goodbye heartache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SxOrNIJyJZI/AAAAAAAAA74/nXZQQ6xHrOM/s320/millie+perkins+thinking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actress Millie Perkins thinking of what to put into diary that her fan gave her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;New York, NY, USA. March 1959.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Allan Grant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Let's face it, I can't keep my mind off things that are miserably un-useful to me. Things that can affect my mood the whole day if I don't finally settle them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm sitting for my accounts paper tomorrow and it should be a 'No-problem' paper because I took it as an extra subject. I never thought I might add in this post here. But it is my story and I should have an immune to what I am feeling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SxOrmMK6jJI/AAAAAAAAA8A/UJ5RwnqbWTg/s320/brook+byron+-+althea+worry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brook Byron, as Althea Dennis, in TV soap opera "The Brighter Day".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;US. March, 1954.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Walter Sanders.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To be very frank, I never thought I might be getting worried for my account papers until I decided to stop attending accounting classes. I don't really want to make any excuse or reasons and all sorts of weird ways of explaining. In short, I was getting impatient and lazy of accounts. There's also another thing that had made it impact on me which I do not want to list it out here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SxOszy9Q8UI/AAAAAAAAA8I/xual0j5UpeA/s1600/accouting+office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SxOszy9Q8UI/AAAAAAAAA8I/xual0j5UpeA/s320/accouting+office.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409857583254139202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A woman working in an office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dunsmuir, CA, US. 1935.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Peter Stackpole.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Accounting is not hard. Yes, it is not hard. It's just simple calculations and the need for you to know the concept. Enough of all that crap. Now, my main focus for today's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Feeling statement :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Regretful, worried, predicting the aftermath of the result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Objective of post :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I did not study properly and should not have added account as an extra subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hypothesis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The more I worry, the more time I waste so I shall start reading the theory and doing anchor question 1 and 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion : &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The fact that I have already register and tomorrow is the day for my accounting papers, I shall be grateful to my teachers for their help and the fact that I'm an account student and I will not fail 'Principles of Account' subject for my SPM. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hypothesis is accepted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-7505730338341546219?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7505730338341546219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7505730338341546219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7505730338341546219'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6587701605830625102</id><published>2009-11-09T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:22:59.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>I don't want to wait, anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvgV-7-GLbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Y7CwkAOIUps/s1600-h/walking-soldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvgV-7-GLbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Y7CwkAOIUps/s320/walking-soldier.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402091924025126322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Soldier walking along broken railway on outer line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;China. February 1947.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Photographed by Mark Kauffman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;我不想等待了。我会继续往前走。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman', sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; 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For reasons a student should know well. My friends finally listened to my advice and went to see the counseling teacher about the aftermath of SPM. I wasn't there with them since I have to settle my forecast result grades. Which I've finished finding the teachers to fill in my grades within 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGhCZW1JbI/AAAAAAAAA7o/hr2X0YElHYw/s320/students+dicus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A Granby High School student leaders meeting to discuss the closing of the schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Norfolk, VA, US. Oct 1958.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Paul Schutzer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The air was rather sober and serious, a scent of tear in all of us. Seeing my friends sitting around the table talking about the session something stirred in me. I wasn't sure what it was then. After several hours of philosophy-like thinking, I think it was the will in me. The willingness to move on and not looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGdlQ6ZsYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/IyUBBkYKsgc/s1600-h/teacherdoris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGdlQ6ZsYI/AAAAAAAAA7I/IyUBBkYKsgc/s320/teacherdoris.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270691714576770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Teacher Doris Williams (L) leading her 15 students in the Pledge of Allegiance outside one-room Beaver Center School in Polk County.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;IA, US. 1942.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting my subject teachers today to fill in the forecast grades, I realize most of them do care for their students; at least for me it's true. I've received lots of good wishes and advices. With the grades they have given me, it would be a lie if I say they do not have high hopes or they do not think that I can do it. But they do. Yet after all this months, my question is can I really score those grades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGdlORFv5I/AAAAAAAAA7A/92OFoLVvsDY/s1600-h/roadsplit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGdlORFv5I/AAAAAAAAA7A/92OFoLVvsDY/s320/roadsplit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400270691004432274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A view of the road intersection near Kennington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;United Kingdom. 1939.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photographed by William Vandivert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So what happens next? I am not willing to be stuck at the turning point. It is not worth stopping. I should move on. Yes, I will move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1236237467941669433?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1236237467941669433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1236237467941669433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1236237467941669433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1236237467941669433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-move-on.html' title='to move on'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SvGfzWVvp6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/VKt-dFvXH0U/s72-c/mitexams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-292725550071449541</id><published>2009-10-25T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:03:56.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Out Loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SuMxyUZ6AoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FXjiWC_escQ/s320/little+boy-poland%3Dunhappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;An unhappy little boy standing on the street.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poland. 1947.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Tony Linck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I'm a little annoyed by the fact that all the things I wanted to purchase today had either been sold off or out of stock. Where do people get all this money during these economic problem days? This is rather ironic. People spending their money or credits while the economic scene is in a dump. And yet it is not healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SuMxzHKO1wI/AAAAAAAAA64/1491WHBEV5o/s320/lonely+boy-poland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lonely kid kicking his toe against the cement curb to warm them up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poland. February, 1947.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Tony Linck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I've made a rather 'loud' avowal while walking to the car this evening with my mom and my sister along with the shopping cart. My loud as in speaking out rather than keeping or thinking it in mind. I told my mom I'll work hard in the future and graduate from uni with a job and I'll want to earn lots of money so that I can buy whatever I want. In other words, I don't want to be restricted because I'm not in the upper class society. I just want simple things and yet they are the most expensive things to get. Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SuMxymTV3rI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ExaA_fwzlNg/s1600-h/little+boy-newspaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SuMxymTV3rI/AAAAAAAAA6w/ExaA_fwzlNg/s320/little+boy-newspaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396211523864878770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A poorly clothed child selling newspapers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poland. February 1947.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographed by Tony Linck.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I have settle a couple of things and had made up my mind about the things I'm about to face in this past week. I'm the one who can grasp my future and write the story of my life. But still, is there a limit for us all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-292725550071449541?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/292725550071449541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=292725550071449541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/292725550071449541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/292725550071449541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking Out Loud'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SuMxyUZ6AoI/AAAAAAAAA6o/FXjiWC_escQ/s72-c/little+boy-poland%3Dunhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-684234224043591965</id><published>2009-10-19T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:41:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Up in The Galaxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', serif; font-size: small; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StyNcKfympI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z19QNbZZLH0/s320/night+sky-rus41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;View of the night sky lit up w. German bombers &amp;amp; anit-aircraft fire during an air raid on the city.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moscow, Russia - 1941. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Margaret Bourke-White.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I've just came back into my room just a few minutes ago. I was helping my sister with the laundry and when I'm done with them, I looked up the sky and suddenly I can't help but gazed upon the great wide sky. Stars were all over it! What a sight it was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StyPWYBm28I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1alrYp4Ae8k/s320/camping-rus67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soviet textile mill manager, Albert M. Paramonov, with his wife camping with friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Russia - 1967. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Bill Eppridge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You know, I don't mind camping out tonight. Imagine, sleeping under the stars! It was breezy and quite and there weren't much clouds tonight. It is a lovely night. The church's coloured lights were on and the campanile was in sight. The huge mango tree and another huge, huge tree planted at the neighbour's place were made visible by the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;light as the sky remains in a mysterious purplish black background. As I looked around the almost empty road, I told myself, "Well now, wouldn't it nice if things go on like this?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StyV9fxG2dI/AAAAAAAAA6g/w5diY0fY4kk/s320/baseball%3Dlookingdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pittsburgh Pirate fan atop the University's Catherdral of Learning looking down at Forbes Field during World Series baseball game.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pittsburgh, PA, US - 1960. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by George Silk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;As I continue writing this post, I'm starting to imagine things. Who wouldn't?! Well, I'm imagining Deborah and other great stars gazing down on all of us. And some of our late family members perhaps? I bet God himself would be admiring such a view. Whether or not the theory of science contradicts the theory of God, I still think the universe is great and a splendid thing to had happened to us. Wouldn't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-684234224043591965?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/684234224043591965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=684234224043591965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/684234224043591965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/684234224043591965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/stars-up-in-galaxy.html' title='Stars Up in The Galaxy'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StyNcKfympI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z19QNbZZLH0/s72-c/night+sky-rus41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7930761080986148085</id><published>2009-10-16T22:51:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:09:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifted Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The last proper post I made was on September 12th. Ever since then I still can make no motion or make any sentence up to come back and post again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiS4J0H8sI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nrvg6FlLGJ4/s320/returning+general1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Returning General - Pow'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1955. Photo by Ralph Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I should not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have spent hours after hours watching movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have stray away from my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have skipped school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have crazed over something that I could not have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have misplaced things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have bought things that I dislike or not needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have abandoned my novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;... have taken a vacation from blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;There are more 'I should not have'. But I guess I'd rather keep them to myself than to share them with you here. They are rather distressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nothing much worth mentioning here happened to me lately. In order words, my life got pretty dull. I hope yours are not as dull as mine. Since I like to sit myself in my room the whole day and only go out of the room to get things I needed. I think that's pretty weird for a person to be doing, isn't it? I mean, how on earth do people live like that? Well, I'm still living. Perhaps life in the city would be something like that. I mean if you're staying in a rented room or is sharing a room with a roommate or a friend. But here I am living in a family house with my family. You see, I'm odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiT-qw3s3I/AAAAAAAAA5w/vcpK8tLo7PI/s320/frenzel+future.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Senior Suzanne Frenzel, discussing her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;USA, October 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photo by Walter Sanders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You know, I've been doing a lot of thinking - again. I'm hoping for a marvelous future. But how can I go there when I can't even decide what I want to do with my life now? Why is making decisions so hard? I like to think that decisions are like risks; rather than risk is the decision itself. Perhaps I should begin to make my mind clear of unneeded things. But what if the world would really end? Seriously, I don't believe in that. I'm beginning to drift away from what I'm writing now. I shall just grab my future in my hands. Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It's been such a quiet and confusing week. I've been skipping school lately, and it's unusual. But I'd rather stay at home or go to the library than to sit in a classroom full of noises when I try to study or revise my studies. I've got some stuffs to settle on Tuesday next week so that I can get my co-curriculum marks for the 2009 year right. Oh! I'm also on the account of wondering whether I'm worthy of applying a scholarship with Taylor's - when I don't even know what programme I want to continue after sec five. I need serious help on this. And I shall seek them very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiVZ9NIzVI/AAAAAAAAA54/r06a50YXgcA/s1600-h/ruth+roman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiVZ9NIzVI/AAAAAAAAA54/r06a50YXgcA/s320/ruth+roman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393224826935102802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Actress Ruth Roman, dressed casually in paint-smeared jeans, knaki shirt and slipper socks, sitting with friend and advisor Bill Walsh on steps of her new house, reading movie script on a Sunday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Hollywood Hills, CA, US. April 05 1950.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Photo by Ed Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Frankly, I've got a couple of things set in my mind. But I wonder if I can keep my mind focus on it until I achieve them. One, I would like to lose some weight over the next few months. I've checked my BMI (Body Mass Index) and I'm almost at the edge of crossing over to the obese category. And that's bad. I need to and have to do it. You can check you BMI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;at the US National Heart Blood and Lung Institute (which is under the National Institute of Health) website &lt;a href="It was only then that I realise how much time had passed. I can’t say I felt old, because it was as if nothing had changed, but I couldn’t help but feel how years had gone by"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Provided that you know your current height and weight in units of feet/inches and pounds respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiW68VXTyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XRySuZd6SXY/s1600-h/demolition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiW68VXTyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/XRySuZd6SXY/s320/demolition.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393226493148483362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Start of demolition of the 20th Century Fox backlot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;1961. Photo by Allan Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Secondly, I would like to stop myself from frequently using the internet for entertainment purposes. It's ruining me, it's spoiling me. I'm smiling at that particular phrase. For now I think I shall have no other things come flushing into my life and making it worst. Since I've not been actively studying much lately. Thirdly, I want to spend more time studying than thinking, talking, playing, watching or sleeping. Lastly, I want to stop cursing so much. It's a bad habit and it's not good for girls. I should know best since I have the word 'female' on my student card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Right, that's about it for now. If I continue on typing and facing the screen with this page on - I bet you'll leave before I can even finish my line here. Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiYuMYhQ6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/pJ3wrXxPLxc/s1600-h/blithespirit+sign+fbpag.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiYuMYhQ6I/AAAAAAAAA6I/pJ3wrXxPLxc/s320/blithespirit+sign+fbpag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393228473141642146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Blithe Spirit Playbill. Photo added on another site by Scott Hayes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P/S: Happy birthday dear Angela Lansbury! Many happy wishes to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-7930761080986148085?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7930761080986148085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7930761080986148085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7930761080986148085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7930761080986148085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/drifted-away.html' title='Drifted Away'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/StiS4J0H8sI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nrvg6FlLGJ4/s72-c/returning+general1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-713619525235576447</id><published>2009-10-12T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:21:50.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dear fellow readers, I will try to come back these few days to update my blog. In the mean time, have a great week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-713619525235576447?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/713619525235576447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=713619525235576447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/713619525235576447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/713619525235576447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6010524848158912848</id><published>2009-09-30T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:11:54.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Kerr'/><title type='text'>Dear Deborah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SsI-e4RLOYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uWD-idO8dxg/s1600-h/affair_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SsI-e4RLOYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uWD-idO8dxg/s320/affair_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386936804509956482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday, Deborah Kerr!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The moon's shining so ever brightly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tonight, it reminds me of you;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It seems like just yesterday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where I last saw you on screen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It felt like just yesterday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you were still here with us.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My gratitude to the legacy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;left by a lovely English lady,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;whose name rhyme with star,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Deborah Kerr.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-6010524848158912848?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6010524848158912848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6010524848158912848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6010524848158912848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6010524848158912848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-deborah.html' title='Dear Deborah'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SsI-e4RLOYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uWD-idO8dxg/s72-c/affair_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-504910070998148632</id><published>2009-09-12T23:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:43:03.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Alone; Talking and listening; Poignant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like to be alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHuxeRvyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RmBLzGVCDQs/s1600-h/alone-tom+morse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHuxeRvyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RmBLzGVCDQs/s320/alone-tom+morse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380613786192428834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Play director Tom Morse (foreground) sitting alone while cast enjoys its after play party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winchester, MA, US - February 1950.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Yale Joel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not sure if that particular phrase is a temporary emotional break down or something else. But for now, I'm just emphasizing it. So, I looked up the work 'alone' in my Webster's dictionary and, Boy!- what a surprise it was...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; adj isolated; without anyone or anything else; unassisted; unique. *adv exclusively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHvF_8wEI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_-Y4x-Pf9vk/s320/talk-ethel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:'times new roman', serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Opening night for "Call Me Madam," Ethel Merman (C) talking to the Secretary of State while Johnny Meyer is listening with interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washing, DC, US -May 1952&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Hank Walker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never knew the word also meant unique or exclusively - not until after I've typed in the phrase up there. It's not that I don't like to be around people. Yes, I do like to have people around me sometimes. But I just don't like noisy crowds and I would be the one who avoid conversations. Well, I just don't have any specific reasons yet, as of now -  of why I dislike being around people. I mean sometimes, there's just nothing interesting to talk about. Besides that one excuse, there might be more. I just can't think of any right now. Oh and perhaps because I'd like to listen rather than being the one who does the talking. I find listening very affecting to the brain. Ideas just seems to pop out of your head every now and then, just by listening to people (about their morning, the weather, their daily rage, etc).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHvtElA8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/J-mhiC_75hs/s1600-h/talk-rfk.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHvtElA8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/J-mhiC_75hs/s320/talk-rfk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380613802190767042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy (L) listening to man talking.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CA, US - June 1964&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by George Silk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not that I don't find talking appealing. It's very useful and important. But, I do to an extend- dislike it. Sometimes I even talk to myself! Hey, who doesn't anyway? I even talk to my dogs when I see them coming around. Oh, something just popped into my head. -- I realized that I talked a lot to non-living things. Does that means I'm sick?? Omigosh. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvIb9IP4bI/AAAAAAAAA3k/B5E1sx-i40s/s320/talk-bk1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380614562415370674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;US Attorney General Bobby Kennedy (L), with his dogs nearby, talking with his brother Edward M. Kennedy about possible senate run.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mclean, VA, US - June 1964&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by George Silk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perhaps because talking to human sometimes seems to trigger a sense of annoyance in me. I suppose its because when I talk, I want people to listen to me and not bash in while I'm doing the talking. It's always like that with people who do not know their manners. Even when I'm talking to another person! Darn it. Learn to listen and wait for your turn. Yes, sometimes I do that too and I find myself very irritating. Maybe -- no, not maybe. It's definitely why I don't like talking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvM7QQr-DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CDe812pNRz0/s1600-h/midnight+-+amb+las.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvM7QQr-DI/AAAAAAAAA3s/CDe812pNRz0/s320/midnight+-+amb+las.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380619498173495346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambassador Laurence A. Steinhardt working during midnight shift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prague, Czechoslovakia - Sept. 1948&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Nat Farbman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHuxeRvyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RmBLzGVCDQs/s1600-h/alone-tom+morse.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As midnight approaches, I have to plan for my study chores tomorrow. My GSCE trial test are not over yet. Two more science paper to sit for and then even more study chores to brush up the grim clouded brain. It doesn't make sense putting the following statement in, but I think I should add it in. I think I have wasted my parent's money by purchasing stationaries and papers and revision books that are still untouched or rarely used since the week we went out to buy them from the bookstore. I wonder what I'm wondering right now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvNeArCe9I/AAAAAAAAA30/QuhB9VCqhyg/s320/list-employment.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380620095284476882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;List and locations of employment representatives at American Physical Science conference.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washing, DC, US - May 1958&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Ed Clark&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have so many things I want to do before I sit for my actual GSCE examinations in November. I shall make a list soon. You must be thinking that I'm rather peculiar as most people my age would be listing down things they want to do after the exams but not before the exams. It's really not that strange, really. It's simply because I won't be able to return to 2009 and become seventeen again and I won't have another chance to sit for my full GSCE exams. This is real life, not Hollywood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvQYyJ6KgI/AAAAAAAAA38/2jFCbRMI5NU/s320/reading-colin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380623304022960642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;British author Colin Wilson sitting under a tree in a sleeping bag reading a book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;London, United Kingdom - 1956&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Mark Kaufmann&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I learnt a new word today, poignant. And here's what I would like to write in connection with the word. Zoya, a novel by Danielle Steel assembles her readers in a cold land and makes them explore their ability of imagination in depth. In my humble opinion, I think it is a poignant novel. The impression it made on me two years ago is still lingering vividly living in my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-504910070998148632?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/504910070998148632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=504910070998148632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/504910070998148632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/504910070998148632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/alone-talking-and-listening-poignant.html' title='Alone; Talking and listening; Poignant'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SqvHuxeRvyI/AAAAAAAAA3M/RmBLzGVCDQs/s72-c/alone-tom+morse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8352798274008527610</id><published>2009-08-31T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:48:05.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August's Finale Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spvu-nqku6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/9evh6wogCa4/s1600-h/ny-bookstore-museum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spvu-nqku6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/9evh6wogCa4/s320/ny-bookstore-museum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376153339763669922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bookstall setting on street in front of Brooklyn Museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New York, NY, US - Sept. 1946&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo by Ed Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The breezy night sky is filled with white puffy clouds. It shadows above and somehow, behind the church makes the contrast looks so pleasing to the eyes and mind. I wonder if rain might possibly invite itself tonight. It looks like it will. One can imagine how bright the moon is tonight to be lighting up the sky in a faint brownish watercolour-like vision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spvu-Jqw-EI/AAAAAAAAA28/2QCh713UZt8/s320/ny-opening+lincoln+philharmonic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guests at the opening of Lincoln Center's Philharmonic Hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New York, NY, US - 1962&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo by Alfred Eisenstaedt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The southwest monsoon season this year will be ending pretty soon, as we find ourselves already in the near end of August. I wonder what September will bring this year. Shall it be joy nor hatred. It's all been set isn't it? It's just a matter of how one take them in, to their lives. Its fascinating; life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spvu9vK-IjI/AAAAAAAAA20/z6rRN-oI-N0/s320/ny-audreyhep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actress Audrey Hepburn looking up at billboards in the middle of Times Square, recently in town for run of Broadway show "Gigi", in which she is starring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New York, NY, US - 1951&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Photo source: LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8352798274008527610?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8352798274008527610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8352798274008527610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8352798274008527610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8352798274008527610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-night-of-aug-09.html' title='August&apos;s Finale Night'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spvu-nqku6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/9evh6wogCa4/s72-c/ny-bookstore-museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7951768830801808560</id><published>2009-08-29T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:18:57.098+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela Lansbury'/><title type='text'>Gloomy clouds to sunny sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ever wondered how the rain sounds when it comes falling down the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; from the freezing clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spjhq6EDSRI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9DljGR-_7BM/s320/clouds-fritz+goro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dark clouds merging together to cause a storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jacksonville, FL, US - February 1953.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo by Fritz Goro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's been raining frequently these few weeks. Which means the Southwest Monsoon period is still around and at its peak. I wonder when it will end this year. It came around quite late this year, I think around mid-June. And then comes the drier days during the inter-monsoon period in mid-September. Oh, what fun it is to live in an Equatorial country. Frankly, I just love this period of the yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;r; despite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; having my trial for my SPM (GSCE) this coming Tuesday and feeling sorry for those flood victims. Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SpjkXoeltOI/AAAAAAAAA2U/FvxeHClSMbc/s320/schedule-peggy+winton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Peggy Winton's college vacation, stewardess helping Peggy figure out time schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1941; Photo by Peter Stackpole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My not-so-routine days are getting much more complicated. I know this was coming my way. It's just a matter of time when it would arrive at my doorstep. I hate to communicate. And I hate people who does not take good notice of what you're talking about even though you've told them about the matter for more than ten times. It's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SpjmPbdQS2I/AAAAAAAAA2c/XPMcOH9YFj8/s320/holly-wli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Holly Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Source: hollywiliams.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm in a midst of a peaceful, annoyed and sad mind. I've been listening to Holly Williams' , 'Here With Me' album. In my humble personal opinion, it's very pleasant and nice. I love the lyrics and the arrangements; which her voice fitted perfectly. The whole album has a very genuine feeling to it. The lyrics were written beautifully. Anyone who had gone through life similar to Williams' can perhaps relate themselves to these songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SpjmP9EqE1I/AAAAAAAAA2k/N1WfXRQ1KWg/s320/zimbio.com-angie+tony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Actress Angela Lansbury accepts the Tony for best performance by a featured actress in a play for "Blithe Spirit"onstage during the 63rd Annual Tony Awards at Radio City Music Hall on June 7, 2009 in New York City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Photo by Andrew H. Walker/Getty Images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been pretty enthusiastic about Angela Lansbury lately. Ms. Lansbury had just recently won the 'Best Featured Actress in A Play' at the Tony Award 2009. Her fifth win marks a tie with another great broadway actress' record, Julie Harris. Isn't that wonderful? The win was for her role as Madame Arcati in a revival of No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ël &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Coward's Blithe Spirit - Directed on stage by Micha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;el Blakemoore. Casts include, Christine Ebersole, Rupert Everett and Jayne Atkinson. How I hope I was at the Shubert Theatre when 'Blithe Spirit' opened and played for a total of 145 performances last season. (excluding 20 preview performances)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SpjpXEMSvSI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Q44c-NaswZU/s320/globe-1938-magret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Susan Clausen, age 11, sitting next to large globe while reading book in Falk School Library at First Baptist Church.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pittsburgh, PA, US - 1938&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Margaret-Bourke White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The rain just started pouring down. I need to buy myself a compass and a mini world globe. Which I can afford. I'm still wondering where I can get a compass around town. Alright, I have to stop her for now. I have an appointment with Mrs. Additional Mathematics for tea. Have a great weekend ahead everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps there may not be a sound at all. Because they fall quietly from the gloomy clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-7951768830801808560?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7951768830801808560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7951768830801808560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7951768830801808560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7951768830801808560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-wondered-how-rain-sounds-when-it.html' title='Gloomy clouds to sunny sky'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Spjhq6EDSRI/AAAAAAAAA2E/9DljGR-_7BM/s72-c/clouds-fritz+goro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1359901949972770773</id><published>2009-08-21T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:30:09.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/So6DZDDN-yI/AAAAAAAAA10/KIeKcPTZ57g/s320/bleacher+alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man sitting alone on bleachers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washington D.C, US - 1953&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Cornell Capa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I made it to school on time this morning. When I stepped in the class, I thought to myself, "Awhh good, now I'm gonna be an alien again." I wasn't feeling very comfortable with my hair. It got longer. I was thinking of tying it up, but I end up feeling like an idiot the whole morning. As if I was one of those hippies back in the 70s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/So6DYkai_AI/AAAAAAAAA1s/arp3YcmUKNU/s320/ppl+bookstore-prague.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People leafing through books in the bookstore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prague, Czechoslovakia, December 1947.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photo by Walter Sanders.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had spent an hour and a half in the bookstore looking at books. In the end, I bought the only one I had no intention of buying. But I thought, what the heck. I needed to do some revision. As the escalator descended down, I kept thinking to myself again, "It was an awkward moment. It was as if reality suddenly hit me." As my step reached the comb, I walked towards the phone booth and called my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/So6DZvfi1rI/AAAAAAAAA18/iSRR4b7xI8E/s320/DSC00432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I waited for the black colored car. A lot of images came into my mind. One of the most vividly lighted images was an image I've stored in my mind quite some time ago. A student leaving her old school and hugging her Chinese-German teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-1359901949972770773?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1359901949972770773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1359901949972770773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1359901949972770773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1359901949972770773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/So6DZDDN-yI/AAAAAAAAA10/KIeKcPTZ57g/s72-c/bleacher+alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2067890197072236021</id><published>2009-08-19T20:43:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:46:29.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Kerr'/><title type='text'>Hold The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman', serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowcCsBbexI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5-sD0XlxiDk/s320/hlywd-7.21.1959+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know, I've always have this feeling about Deborah. I don't know what it is, adoration perhaps? I wonder if I'm going cuckoo or something. But I bet you I'm awfully sober right now! I've always had intention to write something about how I've come to fall in love with these classic motion picture business and &lt;b&gt;Deborah Kerr&lt;/b&gt;. It's no secret to my closest friends that I'm a HUGE fan of black and white.  A close friend of mine once called me an obsessor of black and white. I kinda like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowhZKbon-I/AAAAAAAAA1E/UtDRuiQU-Ms/s320/JulieSoundofMusicTh-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dame Julie Andrews on location for The Sound of Music in Austria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess everything began when I was doing some research on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Julie Andr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. Yes, she was the Fräulein Maria from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Sound of Music (1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. She w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;as my topic for my Sec 4 English oral test. After my presentation day, I found myself rather impressed with my finding about Julie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I went home that day a happy and curious girl. I found myself sticking my face onto the laptop screen searching more and more about Ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lie. And the first film that I've ever saw Julie on screen was not in The Sound of Music, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; I instantly began my adoration for this lady. Nonetheless, with Julie's career started way back from the mid-1960s I begin to uncover the world of the post golden H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ollywood era from the mid 40s to late 50s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowhZjqvkoI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5dqEK2zqdMI/s320/onlocation+from+here+to+eternity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On location for From Here to Eternity.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Frankly, how I've ever come to discovering these classic black and white films after that, I have no idea at all. The memories just does not come back as vividly as I want them to. But all I remember was, I saw something about a movie's title that had caught my attentio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;n and I began Googling about it. By that time I've read almost about everything I've found, I was already on this red-haired lady's IMDB profile. As I begin to roll down the list of films she had made, I was thinking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "Oh my god, what have I found. Why is everything so old?! Definitely not my cup of tea." Don't be surprised when I said that, because I really did! And I'm rather amused by it now. Because I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;as so, SO very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Deborah Kerr" - I first pronounced her last name as 'Kerr' like 'her'. But boy oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;y! How wrong I was when I read the trivia about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowcCLb12oI/AAAAAAAAA0U/OMIUPqQ4pEQ/s320/majorbarbara-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Kerr rhymes with Star"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, you realized my mistake. That was how Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) started to introduce Deborah in the United States.Never in a million years have I thought that I would be sitting in front of my laptop watching black and whites and some Cinemascope colored picture. My first film of Deborah was not the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Affair to Remember (1957)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Cary Grant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The King and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yul Brynner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dream Wife (1953)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Deborah and Cary's first of their th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ree pairings together. She had this graceful and elegance manner about her - everything! I'm telling you, I'm awful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ly bad at recalling my reviews or past feelings. This is not an exception either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowjmpEhrZI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IEpctwbswJU/s320/dream_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publicity shots for Dream Wife (1953), with Cary Grant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sowc4sYWcxI/AAAAAAAAA0s/yFOZjoQWu74/s320/from+here+to+eternity_shot1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publicity shot for From Here to Eternity (1953), with Burt Lancaster.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The most pleasant thing ever happened next was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From Here to Eternity (1953)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I know, I know that rolling over the sand and waves scene with Burt Lancaster. I guess I'm too young to appreciate that at that time and even now too! But I get it, believe me. With Montgomery Clift, Frank Sinatra and Donna Reed. This movie proves to be a big winner on it's own! This would be Deborah's movie character role's turning point I would say. People are beginning to realize she is not just a pretty English lady t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hat can act goody roles but sultry and seductive roles too! I was rather surprised too. But believe me, you'll wish you were Burt Lancaster right there on the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowcDDi2G6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/yxcIG-mqA8Q/s320/carygrant+affairtoremember+1957+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publicity shot for An Affair to Remember (1957), with Cary Grant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tea and Sympathy (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; starring John Kerr and Leif Erickson next, I'm really beginning to fall in love with this lady. My adoration for her is undoubtable. And then come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leo McCarey's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Affair to Remember (1957)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; on my playlist. Once again, with his leading on-screen man, Cary Grant. I really love to see these two together in movies. They have great chemistry and they know what they're doing. Why not?! I have to mention here, the orange-white gown is simply exquisite! To be honest, I can watch this movie a zillion time and not get bored with it. I'm glad that she had received awards from notable organizations like the BAFTAs, Golden Globe Award and New York's Film Critics Award. How on earth she had never gotten any Oscar for her great performances in her nominated roles, Edward,My Son , From Here to Eternity, The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;King and I, Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison, Separate Tables and The Sundowners I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowfPyln30I/AAAAAAAAA00/wnL8zGxaJ40/s320/The+Innocents+(1961).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publicity shot for The Innocents (1961).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Innocents (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; remains one of my favourite thriller genre film from the 60s. The story was rather weird to me. I never was a fan of thriller and stuffs like that. If I'm ever gonna watch this again, it's gonna be in the mornings or afternoons. The children were as good themselves! Pamela Franklins and Martin Stephens played Flora and Miles impressively. Note that Stephens had worked with Deborah before in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Count Your Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rosanno Brassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and Maurice Chevalier in 1959. Ms Kerr pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ys Ms. Gidden, the young governess for the two children hired by their uncle. I've never watch Deborah with such facial expression and tones that kind of creeps me out a little. It's amazing, how much she can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowfQXzQlzI/AAAAAAAAA08/le7SYXIsFZQ/s320/blessings_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A scene from Count Your Blessings (1959), with Brazzi, Stephens and Mona Washbourne.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowjnN_2JwI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KjK3iZOhHCY/s320/sundowners_01.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A scene in The Sundowners (1960) , with Robert Mitchum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Besides all these I had the chance to watch some other great films with Deborah in it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;collaborating with other great actors and actresses of the then Golden Hollywood era like Clark Gable, David Niven, Spencer Tracy, Walter Pidgeon, Yul Brynner, Robert Mitchum, Greer Garson, Angela Lansbury, Jean Simmons, Rita Hayworth, Gladys Cooper and etc. Here are some movies I've watched in random order, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Hucksters (1947)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Proud and Profane (1956)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quo Vadis (1951)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If Winter Comes (1947)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The End of the Affair (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Journey (1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Count Your Blessings (1959)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; The Innocents (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With her gone on 16 October two years ago, life was rather dull knowing the news. What she had left us remains as pure enjoyment which shows audiences her strength and versatility as an actress. She had played characters from almost all existing genre during her time and ours. From comedy, melodrama, adventure, thriller, drama, musical and history. In such a way I would like to say that she had left us all, a body of work no other actresses can compare nor replace. She was Deborah Kerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowpvuKVSaI/AAAAAAAAA1k/pOnP0cllc8E/s320/deborah-94oscar-agf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"An artist of impeccable grace and beauty, a dedicated actress whose motion picture career has always stood for perfection, discipline and elegance." - 1994, Honorary Oscar Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;* Hold The Dream is a British two-part miniseries made in 1986. Starred Jenny Seagrove, Stephen Collins and Deborah Kerr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-2067890197072236021?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2067890197072236021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2067890197072236021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2067890197072236021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2067890197072236021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/hold-dream.html' title='Hold The Dream'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SowcCsBbexI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5-sD0XlxiDk/s72-c/hlywd-7.21.1959+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-2579813134666242247</id><published>2009-08-17T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:15:28.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomLwRJ35-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/3AZJQjFzy70/s400/a58c2ecd71c2a0f9_landing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A view of a sleeping family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Concord, MA, US - December 1959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;by Ralph Morse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With my hair all messed up during my sleep. I woke up to the voice of my mother asking me, where my bottle was. She se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;arched and searched then asked me again. I just made a "Uhhhh" sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; and pointed to my bag with my head face down hugging my pillow. I think she took it out from my gray school bag and walked out. I laid on my bed like that for another minute and took my iPod out to ask reality hit me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomL4WdeX_I/AAAAAAAAAz0/uABq4gxhxDw/s400/astronauts-press-laugh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Astronauts James McDivitt and Edward White and wives laughing at a press conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Houston, TX, US - 1965&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;by Francis Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;School was rather a blend of gloominess, laughter and some sarcasm too! Biology class was filled with more laughter than usual, in fact it was the first time I sense something different about my teacher this morning. Perhaps it's the way she talked and joked with us. I sensed that, she really cared about us. In the field of studies and health. During the end of the period, we already stood up and said thank you. She stopped a while and quickly took up the mic again and told us to really study hard and promise her that. Maybe it was just me. I tried not to be skeptical. And will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomLwonCRyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0Y2nOfEebrk/s1600-h/GRA3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomLwonCRyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0Y2nOfEebrk/s1600-h/GRA3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomLwonCRyI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0Y2nOfEebrk/s400/GRA3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370977698267154210" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;People waving goodbye to Greyhound bus driver Harry Huter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;June 1949 by Tony Linck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I got the news on Saturday. My Additional Mathematics teacher is gonna leave us after August. She had been promoted and have to transfer to another school to hold that post. It was the most quiet class I've ever sit in during add maths. Perhaps that's because all of us knew she will be going and felt bad about how we treated her before this. It's no use now, isn't it? Just like how we discussed about 'The Return' last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"We never appreciate things while they are still here until they're really gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomPiHWow_I/AAAAAAAAAz8/pysmKoPo0Gc/s400/looking+out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Man standing on ferry dock looking out at the HMS Duke of York.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hong Kong, China - September 1947&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by John Florea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;How ironic is that? My class rep can't help but cry whenever she thinks about it. When I heard the news, I wasn't sure what my feelings were. I just kept quiet and still for a moment. That time there was only five of us in the class. And today, just then, I felt bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-2579813134666242247?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2579813134666242247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=2579813134666242247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2579813134666242247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/2579813134666242247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SomLwRJ35-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/3AZJQjFzy70/s72-c/a58c2ecd71c2a0f9_landing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-6356955048155581477</id><published>2009-08-05T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:37:40.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Lovely day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', fantasy; font-size: small; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SnlBGBaUaZI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRHEGccnE5g/s400/Connie+Miller+T.V.+Weather+Girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Connie Miller T.V. Weather Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1962, by A. Y. Owen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The weather is perfect for a walk in the park! It's been quite chilly these couple of days, especially during the blue hours and mid-mornings. You might perhaps s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ense that I'm feeling a little lighthearted today - well you're quite right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SnlElTr-foI/AAAAAAAAAy8/B4Wc3nupbXM/s400/Connie+Miller+T.V.+Weather+Girl3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, fantasy; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Connie Miller T.V. Weather Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1962, by A. Y. Owen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Classes are getting interesting and are filled with the joys of spring! Today was perhaps, the day where I had cracked myself up the most. Well, it wouldn't and shouldn't be a surprise when you're having classmates like mine. But sometimes, they just breaks your heart and even the faith you have in them. They are rather very much predictable because of the seconds, minutes and hours we've spend with each other over the years. On the other hand, I myself as I'd dare to say, is rather unpredictable. I could burst out laughing anytime, or just starts frowning all of a sudden. Maybe that just because there is still a borderline between me and them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SnlCCdxDqkI/AAAAAAAAAy0/l5khbfaqGwg/s400/Connie+Miller+T.V.+Weather+Girl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Connie Miller T.V. Weather Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1962, by A. Y. Owen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But aren't all of us mankind, unpredictable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-6356955048155581477?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6356955048155581477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=6356955048155581477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6356955048155581477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/6356955048155581477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-day.html' title='Lovely day!'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SnlBGBaUaZI/AAAAAAAAAys/wRHEGccnE5g/s72-c/Connie+Miller+T.V.+Weather+Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1930141725852397827</id><published>2009-08-04T20:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:29:39.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Trying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SngqpgRo4YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/LsTbtlg8C2Q/s1600-h/brwonie+scout+1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SngqpgRo4YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/LsTbtlg8C2Q/s400/brwonie+scout+1950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366085848538866050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brownie Scout Betty Ann Hunt writing to girl in Europe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;US, April 1950. Photo by Yale Joel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It's the month of August already! But it seems like just yesterday for me to blog again. I think my writing bug jumped off my head recently, 'cause I don't really feel like writing these few weeks. Form fives' SPM trials are very, very near. I'm afraid I might freak out when 1st September comes. To be honest, I have no idea how far my studies have gone. It's ridiculous, really. I think I've been wondered off from my focus these past weeks. It's really disappointing to realize that. But I guess now I can make up some plans or strategy to step up my game. I think the Students Affairs teacher had mentioned this twice during some June/July morning assemblies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"... All  of you better pull up your socks, your trials are just a few months away .."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sngoth9GtuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/eY1IktdM2M4/s400/snowbound+car+push+1960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People trying to push a snowbound car.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February 1960. Photo by George Silk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I went walking around the shopping complex yesterday with some friends and then my aunt. Here's what happened, I forgot totally about class finishing early yesterday. So instead of sitting in the library to study, I tagged along my friends. Then I called my mom, and found out that my aunt was there too! So in the end we walked around, and guess what? I found the cardigan I wanted. But I was too broke to purchase it. Really pathetic huh? But, that's exactly what window shopping means, at least to me. The theory? Window shopping is like looking and staring at the things you want, but you ain't gonna buy them, because you don't really need them and it's wasting money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SngotL-c_-I/AAAAAAAAAyM/aAuc60SNxfU/s400/chilly+child+sock+cap+1953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chilly child wearing a sock cap and writing down homework assignment.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baltimore, MD, US - 1953. Photo by Mark Kauffman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I might post something again later. Right now, I think I'll go get some August writing bug from the garden. I wonder if they'll be there, it's 8 o'clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-1930141725852397827?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1930141725852397827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1930141725852397827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1930141725852397827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1930141725852397827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-trying.html' title='I&apos;m Trying'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SngqpgRo4YI/AAAAAAAAAyk/LsTbtlg8C2Q/s72-c/brwonie+scout+1950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-4877244901236493283</id><published>2009-07-15T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:33:56.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>The Decision Has Been Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3Y6xgunJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/zyad0x7PI9M/s1600-h/decision-flawn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3XP-wTTxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/eAhPkBLVEkc/s400/decision-flawn4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Oh finally! After two weeks of a roller-coaster ride, a decision was finally made. I have been attending the rehearsals for our drama, 'Puteri Hang Li Po' over the past week. It has been a fun and tiring ride so far. I do admit, although I had been doubting and losing my temper during our early rehearsal timing last week about this musical. Suddenly when one of our teacher brought in a professional in the theatrical scene, the whole thing become so much more interesting and fun to do! When he stepped on the stage and into our scenes, the atmosphere becomes so real and drama-like. He had taught us a lot of things about performing theater-like shows and musicals. I would say, he had a flair about him on stage giving us directions and while doing it with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3XQF_JldI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cYVojPX-AiI/s400/decision-flawn5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358675803125683666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another question that had popped up in my previous post was about my accounting classes. I've decided to quit attending the classes under another teacher outside. I could not cope with the time, as there are so on-goings events in school particularly on that day of my class. I'm not saying I'm giving up on accounts. I would hope for a grade B3 for my SPM and trials. But that would be impossible without guidance. I'm now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;depending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; from my school teacher and of course, doing revision myself. The word 'depending' seems so distant and useless in my sentence that I've decided to cut it off like how I did in my writings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3XQiWT0LI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a2ZzFvsOPnA/s400/decision-flawn6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358675810739015858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This month and the next one will be awfully busy. I should stop thinking and put my thoughts into action. The time to study and to change is now. This my dear readers, is something very hard to do - with all the distraction around me and the fact that I have so little patience to change. But we shall see where this brings me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3Y6xgunJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/zyad0x7PI9M/s1600-h/decision-flawn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3Y6xgunJI/AAAAAAAAAwg/zyad0x7PI9M/s400/decision-flawn7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358677635875380370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The end hypothesis of this post - How will these decision effect Rochelle C and where will Rochelle C go from her decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The inference is quite blurry for now, but what will the outcome be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The conclusion shall be witnessed by myself and those around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-4877244901236493283?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4877244901236493283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=4877244901236493283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4877244901236493283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/4877244901236493283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/decision-has-been-made.html' title='The Decision Has Been Made'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sl3XP-wTTxI/AAAAAAAAAwI/eAhPkBLVEkc/s72-c/decision-flawn4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8772222583394504868</id><published>2009-07-02T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:30:33.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>A Decision Has To Be Made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SkzDL6PMP5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/EPPj2VA4jHM/s400/decision-flawn2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You are a coward, if you don't take up a challenge against yourself."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;That particular quote coming from my class teacher kept ringing in my ears since this morning. Am I a coward for wanting to quit half-way through my accounting classes? I guess I am. I saw my accounting paperwork today, it was ridiculous. I wonder if I would ever had the motivation to work as hard for my history as for my accounts. It's really intimidating that I have this kind of thought. It feels like I'm giving up on something I thought I wanted so much at first. It has always been like this ever since I was young. I remember those piano classes, art classes and Japanese classes. But sometimes fate destined us to want to do something we really like and could have continue on but yet, there's always the obstacle in the middle. Isn't life funny? I haven't have the guts to tell my dad yet. But mom already knew about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SkzDYUIKZzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9-Z9PKOghQk/s400/decision-flawn3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meeting of the Board of Supervisors Which Ended Today (1961) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;In A Decision Against Forest Lawn, 1961.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(by Ralph Crane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And there's another thing going on, the sketch we're playing and in practicing for the coming award day. It is suppose to be for a state level competition in Terengganu. I'm in the midst of another decision of wanting to continue in the sketch or not. I don't think I can fully commit into the sketch with the current going-ons. Trials for my O-levels are getting nearer; revisions are not done yet; time is running along fast. So what is it now? Which way shall I go? Am I a coward for not taking up a challenge against myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7001056956536160932-8772222583394504868?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8772222583394504868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8772222583394504868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8772222583394504868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8772222583394504868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/07/decision-has-to-be-made.html' title='A Decision Has To Be Made'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SkzDL6PMP5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/EPPj2VA4jHM/s72-c/decision-flawn2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-252810277516632861</id><published>2009-06-28T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:01:16.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Cleaning Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I sit here listening to Taylor Swift's, 'The Way I Loved You' something sensible hit my brain. No, it's not about boys. I'm so sorry to disappoint you and yet happy to please my mom and dad. Haha, not bad. Anyway, I was 'wall-to-walling' with a friend of mine on FB. It was kind nice to talk to her again after quite some time. I mean, seeing her so happy and contented with her job. I began to think, about my own future. What will I bring myself to huh? I wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SkeTBByjIzI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yRNK7-w1TC8/s320/officers-cleaningroom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Officers candidates cleaning their room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miami Beach, FL, US - 1942 (by Myron Davis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, anyway! I'm gonna clean my room tomorrow after school. After having a scoop of ice-cream. I'll draw myself a plan tomorrow during recess in school. Don't worry, I will transform myself into one of those brave officers! Only tomorrow I'm on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-252810277516632861?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/252810277516632861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=252810277516632861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/252810277516632861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/252810277516632861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/cleaning-day.html' title='Cleaning Day'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SkeTBByjIzI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yRNK7-w1TC8/s72-c/officers-cleaningroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-5263483873688100806</id><published>2009-06-17T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:08:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benign Neglect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sjjp0ovpcFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/zE-umRXEX_w/s1600-h/mason+door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sjjp0ovpcFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/zE-umRXEX_w/s400/mason+door.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348281648002199634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A man knocking on a door that has the Mason's insignia on it. Lexington, MI, US; September 1956.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;(by Grey Villet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been knocking on Ms. Lazy's door for these past few weeks. Yes, right after the break. Can you believe it? It's already mid-June! The weather is getting warmer with each day passing. I finally had my hair cut again on Monday. I hope it rains soon. People are getting sicker, plants are wilting and yet, there's nothing we can do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sjjkh44JJoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YEO8CYv7-1w/s1600-h/rotterdam+ignored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sjjkh44JJoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YEO8CYv7-1w/s400/rotterdam+ignored.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348275828357146242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leveled city of Rotterdam resulting from ignored German ultimatum ordering Dutch commander of city to cease fire delivered to him at 10:30 a.m. on May 14, 1940; at 1:22 p.m., German bombers set whole inner city of Rotterdam ablase, killing 30,000 of its inhabitants. Rotterdam, The Netherlands in 1940.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;(source: LIFE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well anyway I'll have to admit that I've been neglecting my blog these few months - and will also be continuing to ignore it these coming weeks. As the date for my trials are coming soon, I can't help but feel sad and disappointed with my first term examination scores. They are so low! Worst than my March's monthly test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope I'll be able to cope up with my studies very soon. ASAP! I can't afford to get low grades in my trials. I'm signing off here, take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-5263483873688100806?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5263483873688100806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=5263483873688100806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5263483873688100806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/5263483873688100806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/benign-neglect.html' title='Benign Neglect'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sjjp0ovpcFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/zE-umRXEX_w/s72-c/mason+door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-3427023475583746329</id><published>2009-05-31T16:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T16:17:35.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosy Business'/><title type='text'>Great Script, Great Casts, Great Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SiJM_xGMNiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-0vJohOznkQ/s1600-h/RosyBusiness.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SiJM_xGMNiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-0vJohOznkQ/s320/RosyBusiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341916766409602594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;巾帼枭雄 [Rosy Business] Promo Poster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Source: tvb.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've just finished chasing over TVB's current most successful costume drama series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;巾帼枭雄 (Rosy Business). I must admit, it has been such a long time since I've been amazed and intrigued to watch a costume series. To be honest, I was really excited to watch this drama because of Sheren Tang, Wayne Lai and Kara Hui. But as the story continues, I find almost all the actors and actresses are very good in their parts. I especially like Susan Tse, who plays the First wife of Cheung Kiu. The ending was very despairing. But I think it was perfect to sum up the whole drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SiLL9jDTiFI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aI9UTAIGHgw/s320/cimg0669.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finale Night (Source: tvb.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In my opinion the series become so successful is perhaps because of the great script that was very well written - it is very different from any other series TVB had ever made. The casts were excellent in their roles; do notice that almost 90% of the casts are all well experienced actors and actresses, and I do agree that each of the characters they played, has their own personality which stands out in the drama. I personally love the fact that they had fully exploited the use of the music. The conduction of the music is absolutely perfect with the situation and the path the story was going. The costumes complements the characters very well too. As a fan of writing, I personally love the script very very much and also the leading casts. Overall I think, it deserved the popularity and the praises it has earned (and still earning!). The ratings were very high indeed, the finale's rating was 42; which finally peaked at 47 points! Congratulations to every single one, TVB need to make more drama series like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SiJOka5jxaI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1eMgtGTsUoI/s320/cimg0654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finale Night (Source: tvb.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't really think that a sequel should be made. Although I do understand that audiences would like to see more of the casts. But, I think maybe, a different story line with different characters but with the same casts in it would be a good change and a great chance for fans to catch them on TV again. I hope they would do something like that, as I myself, secretly hope to see these casts collaborate again, especially Sheren and Wayne. I must say this, they do haven a great chemistry on screen. Yes? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-3427023475583746329?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3427023475583746329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=3427023475583746329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3427023475583746329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/3427023475583746329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-script-great-casts-great-wrap-up.html' title='Great Script, Great Casts, Great Wrap-up'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SiJM_xGMNiI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-0vJohOznkQ/s72-c/RosyBusiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8993785635809367486</id><published>2009-05-17T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:18:03.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Joyeux Anniversaire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sg7lknYbK8I/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhCCiezscXU/s1600-h/blackforest-17bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sg7lknYbK8I/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhCCiezscXU/s320/blackforest-17bw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336455025690094530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;A rather delicious piece of black forest cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Had a pleasantly quiet birthday. Thank you to all your wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Alles Gute zum Geburtstag zu mir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;~..15th May..~&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/7001056956536160932-8993785635809367486?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8993785635809367486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8993785635809367486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8993785635809367486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8993785635809367486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/joyeux-anniversaire.html' title='Joyeux Anniversaire!'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sg7lknYbK8I/AAAAAAAAAuo/AhCCiezscXU/s72-c/blackforest-17bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1475480890526231656</id><published>2009-04-29T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:15:02.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs'/><title type='text'>Pfeiffer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sfh7I4K7TzI/AAAAAAAAAug/1CM5WMLkdFk/s1600-h/mich-nicolas+feb+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sfh7I4K7TzI/AAAAAAAAAug/1CM5WMLkdFk/s320/mich-nicolas+feb+09.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330145551440367410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Michelle Pfeiffer potrait by Nicolas Guerin. February 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Source: Corbis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two minutes till 30th April 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two minutes till the end of day 29th April 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Two minutes left to post up a birthday wish post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't need two minutes to find a great photo of Michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Michelle Pfeiffer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7001056956536160932-1475480890526231656?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1475480890526231656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1475480890526231656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1475480890526231656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1475480890526231656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/pfeiffer.html' title='Pfeiffer'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sfh7I4K7TzI/AAAAAAAAAug/1CM5WMLkdFk/s72-c/mich-nicolas+feb+09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7115356946469691982</id><published>2009-04-29T21:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:14:03.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Backstay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfhhPvX2jVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gNAbMFLsvu0/s320/c1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Old Manchester Memorial Hospital, 1958.  (by Walter Sanders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I'll suggest you to put a backstay to support your ankle. Also to let the ligaments to grow stronger."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I finally went to the Pantai Putri Hospital's Orthopaedic Specialist this morning. I can't believe it costs so much just for that darn ankle! I hope the insurance company allow us to claim the costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It wasn't my first time there, this time the place looked and felt much vibrant rather than gloomy. I remember scarcely, I was there visiting my mom after giving birth to my now 13 years old sister. It was fun to walk around that time. But I hardly remember anything else. I do however remember that the room was quite large and the first thing I did was I went and visit around the toilet - curious. This time, the place was so nice, I felt quite happy in it. Seeing people walking to and fro; nurses, doctors and some biomedical people doing there daily chores in the hospital makes me feel like I want to be one of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I guess the trip to the hospital ignited a very weird feeling inside me of wanting to be in the medical field. That would be hard, since I'm not particularly fond of Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfhmkiF-QHI/AAAAAAAAAuY/irMARpfTehY/s320/800px-X-ray_table.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An x-ray machine and the table. (Sourced from Wikipedia user, BrokenSphere)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We spent around 5 hours in the hospital today. Most of the time waiting for the x-ray radiology department to get my leg x-rayed and the report to be out. I had to wait for about an hour and a half for my turn to be x-rayed and then another 30 minutes for the report. The x-ray machine was kinda cool actually. Inside the radiology department, there were a lot of other rooms for other purposes which are also under the radiology dept. I don't remember what the names were, something-ray and some other abbreviation used. I was asked to sit on the table and put my foot on top of a piece of something. Haha! I held my tongue wanting to asked the person in charge (is it a radiologist?) whether his job was fun or not. I forgot to ask, what his job was called. So dumb of me. Anyway, on my next appointment with the doctor, I will ask him lots and lots of questions since the consultant fees wasn't cheap either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sfhh6IkpGJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/d1J08TJuhiM/s320/c3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;German artillery fire bursting on the edge of American hospital ward tents during the battle for the Anzio area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Italy, March 1944. (by George Silk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After examining the x-ray photo (is that what you call those things?) the doctor suggested a backstay to support my ankle. We went down to the casualties (emergency dept.) and waited again. Not very long wait. Then I was called to followed the emergency ward assistant inside. It was my first time going in. I was so curious, looking around like a weirdo. Inside there were 3 separate bed with those usual hospital curtains (not very sure if that's a correct term) around the beds. I was send into another room. There was a bed and lots of other medical things. It was kinda interesting actually. I was very eager to see what and how the doctor prepared the bandage and the backstay thing. But then he asked me to lay down on the bed, which makes it easier to bandage my ankle. Luckily I kinda saw how he bandaged it and so hopefully afterwards I know how to re-bandage my ankle after my bath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm given another week off to rest. But I think I will be back in school next week, with a huge problem - I don't know how I'm gonna walk with this thing on. It's gonna be darn dirty if I walked on it. And that's not good at all! I'm still thinking what I'm gonna do about it. And my dear cousin's wedding is on this Sunday night and a Chinese ceremony on Saturday morning. I'm still wondering about that too. Oh well, let's hope all will be well soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I would love to post some of the photos I've taken today, but my USB ports doesn't work. So instead I have to transfer them into my dad's laptop and send them to my own email through another email. I will see what I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I really hate to say this here, but I just can't put the damn thing over my mind. The bloody waiting and my ankle thing costs RM500 ++ which I totally regretted going to the hospital. Should've went to the general hospital or some other clinic. I hate wasting money on my ankle. Darn it! I really hope that we can claim that from the health insurance company. I feel so dumb and useless and disappointed. Totally disappointed in my stupidity of not listening to my mum. Somebody kick me hard please when we have sparring in the future. Damn!!&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/7001056956536160932-7115356946469691982?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7115356946469691982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=7115356946469691982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7115356946469691982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/7115356946469691982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/backstay.html' title='Backstay'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfhhPvX2jVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/gNAbMFLsvu0/s72-c/c1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1790892426648922644</id><published>2009-04-28T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:41:31.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>une cheville foulée</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfcflcU6hbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hTkyWIk1_9w/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfcflcU6hbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hTkyWIk1_9w/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329763412135806386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;A man wrapping Stephen Sanford's hurt ankle. (by Nina Leen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I've had had a bad fall the other day which resulted a sprained ankle. Now it's swollen like the xylem bark ringing experiment. You will have to remove all the external tissues including the phloem and cambium of the stem so now only the xylem remains. Then a layer of petroleum jelly is covered over the exposed xylem. After about 3 to 4 weeks, a bulge will form on the upper part of the ring which contains sugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;But anyway back to my ankle. I was wondering for a long long time whether to see the doctor or not. But I had just went to the Chinese 'sifu' to 'fix' my leg (I have to find out that word). So it's better and I can finally walk! But it's still swollen. Elyse recommended me to go get a doctor or get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mims.com/Page.aspx?menuid=mng&amp;amp;name=Acustop%20Cataplasma%20plaster&amp;amp;h=Acustop%20Cataplasma%20plaster&amp;amp;CTRY=MY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;AcuStop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; plaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Which I have no idea what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; I've just googled it, the indication reads: Treatment of signs &amp;amp; symptoms of arthritis deformans, periarthritis humero-scapularis, tendinitis, peritendinitis, humeral epicondylitis, myalgia, swelling, pain of traumatic origin. Hmm, not bad! I will see what happens tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Oh, I wish it will heal soon. I don't want to wear slippers/flip-flops to my best cousin's wedding this Sunday! I wish I can show you how my ankle's condition is. But after all, its not really a big deal isn't it? I wish I could post up a photo of my ankle here but the photoshop just doesn't work. Anyway, I'll keep it to myself and those around me. =) Alright, I'm signing off here. Take good care everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;P/S: I will never ever play badminton again. Badminton is now, SO not my cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1790892426648922644?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1790892426648922644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1790892426648922644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1790892426648922644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1790892426648922644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/une-cheville-foulee.html' title='une cheville foulée'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfcflcU6hbI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hTkyWIk1_9w/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-15089698676669419</id><published>2009-04-24T22:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:22:09.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Chocolat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfHQOwK5g6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/UrBnjpcwxFU/s1600-h/DSCN0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfHQOwK5g6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/UrBnjpcwxFU/s320/DSCN0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328268786023367586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a heck of a week in school! There were so many things to cope in and essay writing - my gosh! Now back to what I wanted to write this evening, Ada's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cadbury Cashew Chocolate block&lt;/span&gt; had gone missing two days ago. I felt quite bad since her chocolate bar was placed under in my desk. To be honest, I did not notice it was there - although it was already long gone when I finally got back to the class and sat at my place after the mini education fair the school had organized that Wednesday. Apart from that, Elyse brought me a bar of &lt;a href="http://www.berylschocolate.com.my/eng/camiorbar.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beryl's Camior Almond Milk Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; during her school trip to the highlands last weekend. It was extremely sweet of her - that's one of my favourite chocolate bars that one can get in a town called Ipoh. I opened it during our additional mathematics (calculus) class last night and shared it with her and Yee Leng. One of the reasons why Camior became one of my favourite is because of the almonds Beryl had generously mixed into their fine milky chocolate. Besides that one, she gave me a mini &lt;a href="http://www.berylschocolate.com.my/eng/tiramisu.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiramisu Milk Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; too! I instantly fell in love with it. Yum! Dare I say, &lt;a href="http://www.berylschocolate.com.my/eng/"&gt;Beryl's&lt;/a&gt; had become one of Malaysia's best chocolate manufacturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've become a chocolate addict these few days. I hope it won't last long to make me gain that extra pound which I am not interested in. Haha! In order to satisfy my chocolate craving these couple of days I picked up a bar of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danone's Chipsmore Chocolate Coated biscuits&lt;/span&gt;. Let me work out the numbers here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Started picking it up on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continued picking it up on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continued today, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total bars (so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each packet contains 2 biscuits; total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: 12 chocolate coated biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh my gosh! 12 freaking chocolate coated biscuits in three days! I have to stop. I must not forget oneself. That reminds me of something. I dedicate this post to my lovely friend Yuen Wai - the chocolate lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-15089698676669419?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/15089698676669419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=15089698676669419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/15089698676669419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/15089698676669419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolat.html' title='Chocolat'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SfHQOwK5g6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/UrBnjpcwxFU/s72-c/DSCN0096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8915215568742921187</id><published>2009-04-12T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:36:29.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>I chose Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I just want to post this here very much, my talk with Chantel lasted about 10 minutes or more. But the thing I remembered the most from the conversation was this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"...you cry for ten minutes, and then your life just moves on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;- Chantel Marion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SeGJcN8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAto/TOY1RvN-VcM/s320/Marine+corporal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Marine lance corporal James C. Farley crying in office over death of friends during Vietnam War.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(1965 taken by Larry Burrows)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I just realized that the caption for the photo makes so much sense to what I'm feeling right now. Except that, the things in my mind are not really dead for the pride and honour of their country and people. I would say the things in my mind - they are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead in the water&lt;/span&gt;. I will try to get over it. Because I must; I have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8915215568742921187?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8915215568742921187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8915215568742921187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8915215568742921187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8915215568742921187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-want-to-post-this-here-very-much.html' title='I chose Grief'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SeGJcN8iWrI/AAAAAAAAAto/TOY1RvN-VcM/s72-c/Marine+corporal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1122815182203262404</id><published>2009-04-12T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:34:50.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Shall it be Grief nor Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SeF_cfdGr6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/KIVAaF7iLO0/s1600-h/psycho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SeF_cfdGr6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/KIVAaF7iLO0/s320/psycho1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323676361985273762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 Psycho Starring Anthony Perkins, Janet Leigh, Vera Miles, John Gavin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I couldn't help but kept thinking over silly things. I wish I can find the answer where science had before this found the answer to why the brain would keep thinking of the same matter over and over again. I'm beginning to think that I'm turning into a psycho. I need a psychotherapist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7001056956536160932-1122815182203262404?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1122815182203262404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1122815182203262404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1122815182203262404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1122815182203262404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-shall-be-grief-nor-joy.html' title='Shall it be Grief nor Joy'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/SeF_cfdGr6I/AAAAAAAAAs4/KIVAaF7iLO0/s72-c/psycho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-1007272480358606656</id><published>2009-04-07T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:51:01.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>To Think Critically</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sdti536HBjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AUPsDIR32EM/s1600-h/c-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sdti536HBjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AUPsDIR32EM/s320/c-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321956131068118578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aeronautics Engineer John Huth employed at Rand Corporation Research Institute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(CA, US. Sept 1958) by Leonard Mccombe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were studying literature today for our English class. The novel was, "The Return" by K.S. Maniam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I suddenly found myself very much dumbfounded. I realized that I could not think critically. I don't even know what it meant by thinking critically. In the end I've made up my mind to search for ways and the meaning of 'thinking critically' to embed it into my restless brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To think critically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Will I be able to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-1007272480358606656?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1007272480358606656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=1007272480358606656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1007272480358606656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/1007272480358606656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-think-critically.html' title='To Think Critically'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sdti536HBjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AUPsDIR32EM/s72-c/c-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8308413448233209231</id><published>2009-03-29T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:51:28.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;It's official, I'm in a terribly sad and depress mood since last week. It's getting worse day by day. I don't know what to write more. I just feel like crying out loud and throw everything aside and concentrate on my writing. If only I'm allowed to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8308413448233209231?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8308413448233209231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8308413448233209231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8308413448233209231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8308413448233209231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-official-im-in-terribly-sad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-8462134751727817133</id><published>2009-03-24T23:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:53:31.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scolarité'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ma jour'/><title type='text'>Sadness surrounds me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/TOP/HG1090~Paris-France-View-of-the-Eiffel-Tower-Posters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photo Source: AllPosters.com - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Paris-France-View-of-the-Eiffel-Tower-Posters_i291253_.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Link to the photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's gonna be a busy week, with all the deadlines and homeworks. I'm not sure why but I have this weird sad feeling in me after I heard what my school account teacher told the class today. She will be going to Paris for 3 years and so. &lt;s&gt;I still have to confirm whether it is gonna Paris or somewhere else tomorrow,&lt;/s&gt; she speak so softly, knowing that she is one those humble and well respected people, the matter was not fussed all over the school. If she did, then we could have known this weeks ago! To leave for a city like Paris in France for 3 years, she would've been told about the decision from her husband's company months beforehand. This weird feeling inside me, I'm not sure if it's envy or just sadness to have another good teacher going abroad. Perhaps both, but I would say the feeling of missing her would be more than envy. I'm in grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001056956536160932-8462134751727817133?l=boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8462134751727817133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001056956536160932&amp;postID=8462134751727817133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8462134751727817133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001056956536160932/posts/default/8462134751727817133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boundedwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-gonna-be-busy-week-with-all.html' title='Sadness surrounds me'/><author><name>rochelle c</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499515122786492677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/Sqv8_A5FmXI/AAAAAAAAA4k/a04XHbL2zQk/S220/DSCN0268-E1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001056956536160932.post-7805699681848643975</id><published>2009-03-22T22:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:55:35.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic Motion Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Kerr'/><title type='text'>The Hucksters (1947)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/ScZHzHtPp5I/AAAAAAAAArw/aI_wEO-VwV0/s320/the+hucksters+poster.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've just finished watching 'The Hucksters' form 1947, this evening, directed by Jack Conway. Starring Clark Gable, Deborah Kerr, Sydney Greenstreet, Adolphe Menjou, Ava Gardner, Keenan Wynn and Edward Arnold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I do think the casting for the movie was great. Here's the summary - which took me about an hour to write. Plus and minus some other things I was doing. Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Summary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spoilers alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Story starts of with Victor Norman (Gable) who had just return to New Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;rk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; after the war and is looking for a job in the advertising industry; which he was in before he went to serve in the s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ervice. Vic plays hard to get and pretends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; not to care whether he needs the job or not, but of course he does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He met up with Mr. Kimberly (Menjou) who owns an advertising agency and an old friend of Victor. His agency's most important client, Evans Llewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ynn Evans (Greenstreet) is a very rich man and the whole company fears no one but him, even Mr. Kimb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;erly himself! In his client's newest advertisement, he demands a general's widow to endorse Beautee Soap, a product of Evan's company. Victor then decided to meet up with Kay Dorrance (Kerr) thinking to persuade her int&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o taking the job. But there w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;asn't much persuasion needed as she need the money to raise her children. Shooting in a sheer negligee was not what Kay had in mind but that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; what Evan's company wanted it to be. Victor, without Evan's consent changed the style and overwrote the previous idea and pre-recorded the demo for the radio advertisement. The risk he took was well worth it after being approved and liked by Evan. Mr. Kimberly then hired him into his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/ScZHzoqhUnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AugT9-xuK5g/s320/the+hucksters+-gable2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Clark Gable as Victor Albee Norman and Deborah Kerr as Kay Dorrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Victor later invited Kay to celebration dinner with Mr. Kimberly and his wife at a night club- Elsarocko [if I'm not mistaken] where they met Jean Ogilvie (Gardner). Victor's relationship with Kay was seemed almost perfect after spending the whole night after the dinner at the beach watching sunrise. But trouble was heading their way when Victor decided to take Kay on a no nonsense weekend trip in the Blue Penguin Inn, without knowing that the place had turned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;into a brothel after it was taken over by a new owner. When Kay arrived at the inn, she was disappointed by the surroundings and the fact that her room was a joined room to Victor's. She told Victor before that she loved him but d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;id not want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;one of his 'girls'. Furious, Kay left the inn and went back to New York, leaving Victor alone. He went back to New York the next day to attend a chat-chat meeting, as what Evans called it. This time Evans wants Victor to bring a comedian, Buddy Hares from Hollywood to star in a comedy show sponsored by Beautee Soap. Before heading to the coast, he made a quick visit to Kay's. They argued over the incident the other day. Their relationship became worse, he then left for California by train. On the train, he met Jean again and asked her to help him to sign Buddy Hare over from David Lash, an old friend of Victor. He finally signed Buddy over and start to work on a script with two comedy scriptwriters. His relationship with Jean was going steady, until somethin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;g in Jean's apartment reminded him of Kay. Jean knew she did not stand a chance t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o have Victor. Later on, Victor went back to his hotel/ some chalet and found Kay waiting for him outside his room. They spent a short lovely weekend before Kay flew back to New York. Victor returned to New York with the script and demo recording to an emergency meeting in New York. He called Kay an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;d asked her to drive over to the office building and wait for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/ScZs03q1zmI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/USo2W_BKnNk/s320/huckster3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Centre clockwise: Sydney Greenstreet (Evans), Adolphe Menjou (Mr. Kimberly), Gable (Victor), Kathryn Card (Ms Kennedy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When Victor and Mr. Kimberly arrived at the office, they were forced to wait outside the meeting room while Evans listened to the recording and script inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Victor proved to be a trium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;phant man after Evans congratulate him and praised him for his work and talent. But Victor, after thinking about what had happened stood up and told Evans that he quit, knowing that he had feared about his job and his pride. He walked up to Evans, poured the jug of water over him and walked out of the office. He met Kay and asked her to drive to her place. They stopped in the middle of somewhere (some market I guess) and Victor told her he can't marry her until he have enough money to do so. Kay did not cared if he have enough money or not, and decided that they will get married after th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ey've got the licensed to do so. Vic threw the money in his hand over and kissed Kay. The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My apologies if I've gotten some of the places or names wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_irAo9HKp_nw/ScZl_DRj3xI/AAAAAAAAAsA/_7lzYLMyx1E/s320/hucksters+sshot22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall I think it was a splendid picture. I adored Adolphe Menjou's performance here. And ofcourse, the lovely Deborah Kerr and the stunning Ava Gardner. This marks Deborah's first American and MGM debut. Oh and I would like to note about the little girl in the movie, Helen, Kay's daughter. She is just wonderful! I wanted to see more of her in the movie, but that short part was just hilarious and cute. Same goes to the little boy who played her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The movie brings some truth that audiences might agree about the radio advertising field, I quote Victor Norman, "... more commercials per minute, more spelling out of words, as if no one in the audience had gotten past first grade," I guess that phrase settle not only for the post-war era but in our modern days 
