<?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-6235572</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:29:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the g*spot</title><subtitle type='html'>blue.blooded.bitch*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-445214239914828580</id><published>2010-02-08T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T01:34:46.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from mulberry's roxanne to ysl's muse 2 and now the alexa...my sartorial tastebuds for the ultimate bag is one and the same.i simply simply love the briefcase look with a feminine and quirky twist.the fem manbag. or the masculine yet gorgeously luxe arm candy (no, not my kahyat)may i present the culmination of all my pulsating and materialistic, vivid multi-coloured and texturised, patented, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/445214239914828580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/445214239914828580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#445214239914828580' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/S273t9lC3jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/V_Mi3ZUJByE/s72-c/Proenza+Schouler+large+python+PS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3669555892214905039</id><published>2009-12-27T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:08:22.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See the stone set in your eyesSee the thorn twist in your sideI wait for youSleight of hand and twist of fateOn a bed of nails she makes me waitAnd I wait without youWith or without youWith or without youThrough the storm we reach the shoreYou give it all but I want moreAnd I'm waiting for youWith or without youWith or without youI can't liveWith or without youAnd you give yourself awayAnd you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3669555892214905039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3669555892214905039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3669555892214905039' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2781362361132962685</id><published>2009-12-21T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:37:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE, KAHYAT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2781362361132962685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2781362361132962685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2781362361132962685' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5621246768048205360</id><published>2009-11-25T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T14:20:44.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO MOTHER-FUCKING SCARY.cool trailer to include audiences' reactions tho. very cult. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5621246768048205360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5621246768048205360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5621246768048205360' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-312489535138243999</id><published>2009-11-21T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:35:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>20 years...is too brief a time.at 16, it was also for me a romanticised number i never thought ill get to see and here i am, 23 and putting up with jokes of ageing.so much for live fast die young huh?it is a blessing to have the inner strength and wisdom to grow old with time afterall.i credit the anchors in my life. anchors are what keeps us sane, keeps us hanging on in the tempest of life.my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/312489535138243999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/312489535138243999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#312489535138243999' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7374196528377585505</id><published>2009-11-18T03:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T03:58:23.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jeffrey campbell makes SICK shoes.OHHH. AMMMM. GEEEEE.i am all gushy and quivering like a lil girl who needs to go wee wee ohhhh so badly.there can only be one ghastly reason for this lack of composure.THESE BABIES ARE TO DIE FOR!!!!!!how utterly divine. how fierce!it stinks to be a shoe whore. a broke ass one makes it even more pathetic.why cant i be born a trust fund baby?i can forget about ky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7374196528377585505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7374196528377585505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7374196528377585505' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SwL-J9yck8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/3UAX4fk6K5A/s72-c/jeffrey-campbell-potion-ankle-boots-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7418829501728561697</id><published>2009-11-18T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:07:42.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it           took    one ugly thing                 to make everything beautiful               again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7418829501728561697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7418829501728561697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7418829501728561697' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3242726385925952251</id><published>2009-11-13T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:38:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COS I WANT YOUR BODY NEED YOUR BODYfor my homegirl, mo.cos we can do whatever you like.yea whatever you like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3242726385925952251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3242726385925952251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3242726385925952251' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-8061151767235902557</id><published>2009-11-06T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:32:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shadow of a doubt.there have been moments of weakness. moments of doubts.i can fault my own sense of low self esteem.i can fault my inability to gauge my self-worth.i can fault my poor sense of judgment.i fault the innate pure stupidity in my being.the mistrust in myself was translated into mistrust in you. in us.that is a thing of the past now.after a long walk into the dark dark woods, reeking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8061151767235902557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8061151767235902557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8061151767235902557' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5124833649589299335</id><published>2009-10-29T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T01:55:02.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aqualung.I've been watching your world from afar,I've been trying to be where you are,And I've been secretly falling apart,I'll see.To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,You turn every head but you don't see me.I'll put a spell on you,You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.And when I wake you,I'll be the first thing you see, And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5124833649589299335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5124833649589299335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5124833649589299335' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3177378634453616</id><published>2009-10-17T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:41:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found a new love.richard bach and his beautiful words.“Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives.”The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we're afraid. We fear we will not find love, and when we find it we fear we'll lose it. We fear that if we do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3177378634453616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3177378634453616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3177378634453616' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-402858806559287394</id><published>2009-10-11T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:25:52.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowskithe flesh covers the boneand they put a mindin there andsometimes a soul,and the women breakvases against the wallsand the men drinktoo muchand nobody finds theonebut keeplookingcrawling in and outof beds.flesh coversthe bone and theflesh searchesfor more thanflesh.there's no chanceat all:we are all trappedby a singularfate.nobody ever findsthe one.the city</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/402858806559287394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/402858806559287394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#402858806559287394' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5808984133200643081</id><published>2009-10-02T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:00:30.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You say you wander your own landBut when I think about itI don't see how you canYou're aching, you're breakingAnd I can see the pain in your eyesSince everybody's changingAnd I don't know why.So little timeTry to understand that I'mTrying to make a move just to stay in the gameI try to stay awake and remember my nameBut everybody's changingAnd I don't feel the same.You're gone from hereSoon you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5808984133200643081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5808984133200643081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5808984133200643081' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4036272184374909770</id><published>2009-09-26T02:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:27:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are the fireworks that i will never see again.spectecular.nostalgia.transcience.superfluous.and inconsequential.i dont love you - my chemical romance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4036272184374909770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4036272184374909770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#4036272184374909770' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3501466566622336917</id><published>2009-09-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:30:13.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3501466566622336917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3501466566622336917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3501466566622336917' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1352983758494805749</id><published>2009-08-17T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:24:25.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bit by bit.a nerve at a time.so this is death by domesticity.I AM NOT READY.faces - electrico</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1352983758494805749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1352983758494805749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1352983758494805749' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3510212687427912601</id><published>2009-08-08T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:07:04.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know sometimes its gonna rainbut baby can we make up now cause i can't sleep through the pain. i don't wanna go to bed, mad at youand i don't want you to go to bed, mad at me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3510212687427912601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3510212687427912601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3510212687427912601' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-8304533368168613658</id><published>2009-07-26T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:53:20.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my bubble wld read: ' i have nothing to wear!'ky face no. 1and because i heart bulldogs...ky face no. 2my personal favourite.a delish dog.so precious or what?sigh. i miss my moomoo.waiting on the world to change - john mayer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8304533368168613658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8304533368168613658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8304533368168613658' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/Smx65DVFTbI/AAAAAAAAAVM/LdhH5DfyIU0/s72-c/bulldog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1479293814317155110</id><published>2009-07-21T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:04:34.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINSPIRATION.everyone needs a good reason to start working out.here's mine.Fat Kid Cardio Work Out - Watch more Funny Videosheyo, heyo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1479293814317155110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1479293814317155110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#1479293814317155110' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2340232168196389491</id><published>2009-07-13T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:08:45.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its all been done, beeyotches.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2340232168196389491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2340232168196389491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2340232168196389491' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SlqkmpKJW_I/AAAAAAAAAUU/En4oRiI0HYM/s72-c/DSCF6054-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9220496442449483466</id><published>2009-06-21T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T03:19:53.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i gots a leash around me neck.back from my short trip to bangkok.great company, great fun and great food.well you folks know i dont do pictures haha....ive come to realize that im cohabitating with fuckin hitler.hitler with a whole lotta attitude and zero common sense.dont like it, dont live together?well, that's fine by me really. its MY house anyway, remember?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9220496442449483466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9220496442449483466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#9220496442449483466' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2083439298606466634</id><published>2009-06-16T02:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:57:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know this is old but...le sigh.a rather sappy cop out for the excruciatingly pleasurable (life's all about oxymorons hah!)sizzling sexual tension between these two love-hate gamekeepers dont you think?where's the fun when these two stop playing?but seriously ladies (and some lovely gents out there) , do we really need a chuck bass?the politically correct answer is a big fat no of cos.we like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2083439298606466634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2083439298606466634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#2083439298606466634' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SjaV2ijrNVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/UX2HKUxe8LU/s72-c/chuck-and-blair-kiss_521x644.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7732931902893924254</id><published>2009-06-15T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:09:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>current obsession:interior design blogs, the colour turquoise and lux mosaic bathrooms.a girl can dream right?i heart the bright bursts of technicolour and refreshingly daring contrasts of hues and material textures!  i have been buying paints and combing out awesome lifestyle shops with the uninterested but nonetheless supportive bf.  am totally trying to achieve the same kind of artistic vibe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7732931902893924254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7732931902893924254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7732931902893924254' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SjU43IhX6NI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_HB9LCTLrkQ/s72-c/pointclickhome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3909493191208309566</id><published>2009-05-20T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:19:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe, tomorrow.its been a good few days, getting away from singapore, from my cluttered work-in-progress of a home and yes, a dysfuntional parent/child who has been single-handedly driving me nuts.i had 12 hour sleep marathons, lazed around alot, fetched the kids from school, watched movies (caught angels and demons which was satisfying fictional fun, and a vintage leonardo dicaprio with a six </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3909493191208309566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3909493191208309566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3909493191208309566' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3660873915632890038</id><published>2009-05-02T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:28:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tick tock tick tock.i have already started the countdown a couple of posts back.still, i am pretty psyched bout my academic career drawing to a melancholic close.will miss the freedom and devil may care lifestylewill miss the cosy oasis of a hostel room which ky and i call our lil private idahoi do not even wanna think about the new responsibilties coming in tangible enveloped forms assaulting my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3660873915632890038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3660873915632890038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#3660873915632890038' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/Sfsh7sFoVMI/AAAAAAAAATE/w_faYJ6oMlY/s72-c/4309IggyWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1674970224553374247</id><published>2009-04-30T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:03:48.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kick-start my rock and rollen heart.say hello to moo mooi want him so so bad.why, dad?...I’m on my feet I’m on the floor I’m good to go.Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.I wanna always feel like part of this, Was, Mine.I wanna fall in love tonight. a praise chorus - jimmy eat world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1674970224553374247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1674970224553374247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1674970224553374247' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SfmDs43bVmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WDNL6KakfHI/s72-c/Moo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9164687628440386021</id><published>2009-04-28T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:40:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a summer sun that blows my mindis falling down on all that i've ever knowntime will kiss the world goodbyewe're falling down on all that i've ever knownis all that i've ever knowna dying scream makes no soundcalling out to all that i've ever knownhere am i lost and found, calling out to allwe live a dying dreamif you know what i meanand all that i've ever known it's all that i've ever knowncatch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9164687628440386021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9164687628440386021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#9164687628440386021' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-666858911267965478</id><published>2009-04-26T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:16:48.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>open.our.eyes.we must open our eyes and see that this is not just an attack the gays campaign. the threat is greater than that when it involves what i perceive as religious fundementalism.think jihad. think marx's opium for the masses.think suicide bombers of all ages and genders.altho thankfully here in sg we are not subjected to such extremist dangersmy point is, the power of religion is way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/666858911267965478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/666858911267965478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#666858911267965478' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7359362927950869260</id><published>2009-04-24T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:45:53.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lawyer's key role in Aware coupBy Zakir HussainDr Thio said she began monitoring Aware's about a year ago and wasdisturbed by what she saw as signs that it was promoting lesbianismand homosexuality.SENIOR lawyer Thio Su Mien yesterday revealed the key role she playedin bringing about the change of leadership at the Association of Womenfor Action and Research (Aware).Appearing at a press </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7359362927950869260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7359362927950869260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#7359362927950869260' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-569841801914504495</id><published>2009-04-23T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:13:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is long overdue but its a little notation on how i spent my bollocks of a birthday. who cares about old age right?the only and best(well since it was the only)birthday present i got, from ky ;)oasis live in sg with the best friendso i can die happy now that i've heard them play champagne supernova and dont look back in anger livemy final final exams in 2 days.cannot wait.all in good time.the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/569841801914504495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/569841801914504495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#569841801914504495' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q7KoRp_ZXPc/SdomshOPoYI/AAAAAAAAB4A/4opET6LpsUQ/s72-c/Oasis+Live+In+Singapore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2329638174269932508</id><published>2009-04-12T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:17:04.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so worth a listen!i am listening to this while im cruising through my thesis.mo is shocked by the lack of the usual last minute panic.i just wanna cross the finishing line tomorrow.sonically i am trying to quell the mounting panic with this very cool and romantical song. heh panic management 101 - play soothing tunes. preferably in a foreign language so you cant sing along therefore zero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2329638174269932508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2329638174269932508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#2329638174269932508' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-253014962160781923</id><published>2009-04-10T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:28:04.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so fuckin hilarious.now ky wants one too.great dj - the ting tings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/253014962160781923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/253014962160781923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#253014962160781923' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7835843531060192077</id><published>2009-03-26T03:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:17:26.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another reason to uproot and move to korea.meet the man of my dreams kim hyun joongmy hyun joong oppa*!!!!(*what korean girls call their older brothers or boyfriends in a cringingly affectionate manner)well hello there.notice the word 'dream', cos thats what a girl's entitled to right?currently seen on korean tv as the hanazawa rui (huaze lei) in the korean remake of Hanayori Dango or perhaps </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7835843531060192077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7835843531060192077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7835843531060192077' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/ScqFCjE-AyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/i2ik8AL0H_Q/s72-c/oppa8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7898275569913565383</id><published>2009-03-20T06:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:27:48.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when a heart hurts this much.there is only room for bare honesty.and the lack of articulation.i just never knew it could hurt like this.certainly not from you.i have been hurt before, lied to, betrayed.i have been verbally abused, physically abused.i have been called stupid, worthless, a fucking bitch. among many other things.i have been spat at, punched, pinched, pushed, shoved.but it just hurts</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7898275569913565383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7898275569913565383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7898275569913565383' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3421335092649958126</id><published>2009-03-13T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:57:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my senior alvin sent me this today.Edgar Allan Poe's Visit of the Dead* * * *Thy soul shall find itself alone —Alone of all on earth — unknownThe cause — but none are near to pryInto thine hour of secrecy.Be silent in that solitude,Which is not loneliness — for thenThe spirits of the dead, who stoodIn life before thee, are againIn death around thee, and their willShall then o'ershadow thee — be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3421335092649958126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3421335092649958126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3421335092649958126' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2107694751218778311</id><published>2009-02-26T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:41:32.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the social experiment.1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!oh wells. here's goes then!1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?Superman (Kryptonite) - 3 Doors Down (i guess ill say 'if im alive and well, will you be there holding my hand'... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2107694751218778311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2107694751218778311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2107694751218778311' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-399337456810504163</id><published>2009-02-23T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:02:00.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crossroads.hello from kl!besides sutffing my gut, the endless prowling of megamalls and shoe shopping to satiate the imelda in me, i also have on my hands plenty of goddamn time to think and reflect.and i have been preoccupied with how my life will possibly alter in the most drastic fashion.all in a mere matter of monthsyes, the big G word is upon me.Graduation.as much as i bemoan about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/399337456810504163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/399337456810504163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#399337456810504163' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SaK2PLNMjyI/AAAAAAAAASM/92fxi9catu0/s72-c/Image829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5874527706357426677</id><published>2009-02-20T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:37:34.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>big bang mania catchy catchy!its such a happy song ;) and the rapper with the eyeliner and snakey eyes is absolutely droolsome.    yum yum.KOREA I MISS YOU!sunset glow- big bang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5874527706357426677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5874527706357426677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5874527706357426677' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SZ4H8L14aTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/RvlIEw28_oU/s72-c/top2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1504482573341237826</id><published>2009-02-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:26:43.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy birthday mo :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1504482573341237826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1504482573341237826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1504482573341237826' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-308851985519139816</id><published>2009-02-10T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:01:26.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>taken from BBC News Online'My life cleaning Delhi's sewers'India may be spending billions on its high tech space programme but its spending on sewers is decidedly low tech and deadly, reports the BBC's Rupa Jha.I live smelling death, but it is fine. - Rewa Ram, sewer workerI will never forget the sight of that thin short man, wearing nothing but cotton underpants, strapped into a harness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/308851985519139816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/308851985519139816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#308851985519139816' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SZBakxlEtnI/AAAAAAAAARc/mhbyFg5qUwc/s72-c/india+sewage.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9160621765613055434</id><published>2009-02-09T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:49:02.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this is what it's like to be in love.meet the sue shoe by jeffrey campbellwww.karmaloop.comhello sue. oh, it was love at first sight.Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9160621765613055434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9160621765613055434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#9160621765613055434' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SZAI59Iv4QI/AAAAAAAAARU/SyF1KibRKYs/s72-c/SUE-redzoom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3416648751285250545</id><published>2009-02-06T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:52:00.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>turn back the hands of time.my all girls prom.ps: where are you now ho jin yao?mo, i am publicly demanding some quality bff time.sun+moon+sand+sea+tanning oil. i remember that.listening to: don't stop till you get enough - michael jackson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3416648751285250545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3416648751285250545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3416648751285250545' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SYsT66P3a6I/AAAAAAAAARM/i9wPhCm-m5Y/s72-c/img123016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4289155037571706393</id><published>2009-02-05T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:30:50.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pop culture = endless referencingso much so as time chugs on like a relentless bullet train, the youth of today miss out these purposeful and most of the time, very intentional nuanceswe often end up give contemporary artists more credit than they deserve, mistaking the heralding acts of tribute for artistic ingenuity.here's one of my all time favourite dance video.michael jackson was so so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4289155037571706393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4289155037571706393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4289155037571706393' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3701936390466252622</id><published>2009-01-23T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:37:55.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on a night like this.The evening was long, my guesses were trueYou saw me see youThat something you said, the timing was rightThe pleasure was mineThe time and the place, the look on your faceSincerest of eyesIf you're ready or not, the state of our heartsThere's no time to takeWhen we started both brokenheartedNot believing It could begin and end in one eveningWe were caught by the lightHeld on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3701936390466252622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3701936390466252622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3701936390466252622' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-8078101228181186246</id><published>2009-01-19T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:14:35.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many shows. so little cash.i am officially bankrupt from being sistic's top loyalty customertherefore i think i've earned the right to be all pompous as to claim that hey at least im feeding my mind.injecting some culture in my veins no?i asser that it would be politically incorrect for anyone to contradict me on that countbut then this is cultural desert singapore, so there is no lack of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8078101228181186246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8078101228181186246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8078101228181186246' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SXQz9aViWbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cQbNvkkPLZk/s72-c/Cats_the_Musical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3168177390753340378</id><published>2009-01-14T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T04:50:48.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not home.i must still be stuck in korea. still living breathing korean culture. tae yeon - can you hear me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3168177390753340378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3168177390753340378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3168177390753340378' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5954750446638519944</id><published>2009-01-06T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:50:05.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is THE hottest song in the whole of korea (well, half of it anyway)its on tv, in every store and restaurant, its blaring right out onto the streetsi just cant miss it.and i must say that the wonder girls are bloody infectious and pure kitsch.skip the first 2 minutes to go straight to the song.the dance moves are totally golden!ky and i go hysterical doing it when we od on soju on oh so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5954750446638519944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5954750446638519944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5954750446638519944' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-513332666075565194</id><published>2008-12-18T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:11:50.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random cheesmax.singtel fair at sunteci want i want i want. some christmas comme de garconblue jazzcraving hui lao shan.no time to blog. busy livin my life.my test baby is making my life a living hell.so much that im considering a vesectomy for my next birthday present.korea in 2 days.so little time - arkana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/513332666075565194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/513332666075565194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#513332666075565194' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SUohNxlThmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/yIZIzSRpBHY/s72-c/Image1197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7770711228190225068</id><published>2008-12-04T03:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:46:35.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taken from http://www.msnbc.com/Malaysian Islamic body bans yoga for Muslims Edict against practice reflects growing influence of conservative IslamKUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia - Malaysia's top Islamic body, fresh from banning tomboys, issued an edict Saturday that prohibits Muslims from practicing yoga, saying that elements of Hinduism in the ancient Indian exercise could corrupt them.The National </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7770711228190225068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7770711228190225068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7770711228190225068' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7455519244145916826</id><published>2008-11-26T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:09:11.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>leona lewis covers one of my all time favourite songs.yay or nay?she does have a greeat voice and the arrangement is meticulous.somehow its like one of those songs who would only work in a 'live' context, you know what i mean? like in the vein of a tribute, one of those american idol moments where people get swept away by the intepretive quality of the singer.a commercial release? oh i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7455519244145916826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7455519244145916826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7455519244145916826' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-278246584711384389</id><published>2008-11-25T17:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:59:28.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA'i slide a picture of my neighbour's dog in my folder so girls will think i am sensitive'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH courtesy of christina.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/278246584711384389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/278246584711384389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#278246584711384389' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SSvKeksQ8dI/AAAAAAAAAPs/mfnAyDZ0mwY/s72-c/n641886217_1389911_8415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4804659345427539795</id><published>2008-11-22T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:23:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Presenting:the andrea brueckner aspen day to evening bags.such gorgeous gorgeous colours.i heart the magenta and cobalt ones with all my heart.Magenta Glazed GoatskinThe Cobalt Glazed GoatskinThe Dark Taupe Glazed Goatskinthis was featured in gossip girlthe holiday aspen lock day to evening bag*oh boy. i am so so in lust with these luxurious babies.peta can hate me but just like how i can never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4804659345427539795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4804659345427539795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4804659345427539795' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SSfX21SSfQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Utz_5wCMc-U/s72-c/AS002-Magenta350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-6798364963247170727</id><published>2008-11-18T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:40:08.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh lordy!check out my favourite model the fierceness that is agyness deyn.i've always loved that exquisite pixie perfection but as you can tell by now, thats not the point of this picture.perversely enough, this photo sent a sudden jolt of euphoria down my spinecan anyone guess why?who needs dirty pillows? i'm off to burn my wonderbra!one evening - feist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6798364963247170727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6798364963247170727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6798364963247170727' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SSHHNoH5oVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RBi_Ju_1EII/s72-c/agynessdeyn_i-dcovermay2008a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7141668241586702769</id><published>2008-11-06T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:44:28.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rent this stuff has the power to move me to tears even tho i have seen it a million times.it was the highlight of my nyc trip last summer when sab, ky and i watched it live.the amazing talent, the raw energy, the characters of rent speak to me.jonathon larson is my personal hero.the power of theatre lies in the fact that it is a shared experience, a live connection between the performance and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7141668241586702769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7141668241586702769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7141668241586702769' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3193320565305386607</id><published>2008-11-01T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:57:42.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Shrike in the Garden of Machineryi.)A lesser god in the kingdom of thorns,I carried Eve out of storageone sleepless night, plucked her eyesfrom their case, oiled her rusty joints.By lamplight, I planned to remake herfrom memory, a goddess before good and evil,the original Conversation. All that.I blew the dust from her hair,set the torsion of her fingers,wound the key in her back. Why?To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3193320565305386607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3193320565305386607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3193320565305386607' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1337837736482423732</id><published>2008-10-27T01:08:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:52:38.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the big daymy cousin tied the knot last weekend in the most romantic and possibly most exhausting fashion evermy bridesmaid duties include countless measurements for the painstakingly self-designed/tailored bridesmaid dressestaking an entire day off school/work for diy decoratingwe're talking hanging lanterns and candle jars, flower arrangements, handmade signages, flora arcs etchell, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1337837736482423732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1337837736482423732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1337837736482423732' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SQSsP9Mvi6I/AAAAAAAAAMk/c-8ILAaOfqQ/s72-c/n730183154_1010974_8460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5873702484914955535</id><published>2008-10-20T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:16:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my current obsessionjay chou channeling usher.this is vintage jay chou rnb y'all.hot white singlet. check.blinged out regalia. check. slick moves. check.the awesome skyline of hk that i fondly miss. check.stupid hot cleavagey chick that i detest with a passion. check.my first love has revisted his taiwanese homeboy roots.i recall how in the first few albums the cap was a permanent fixture.loves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5873702484914955535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5873702484914955535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5873702484914955535' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3460306461561518482</id><published>2008-10-14T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:28:26.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>思绪不斷阻擋著回憶播放盲目的追尋 仍然空空盪盪灰濛濛的夜晚 睡意又不知躲到哪去一轉身孤單已躺在身旁</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3460306461561518482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3460306461561518482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3460306461561518482' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3874997302176114832</id><published>2008-10-13T06:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:21:59.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15th october.this wednesday.i. simply.cannot.wait.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3874997302176114832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3874997302176114832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3874997302176114832' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SPJ3z8U8pAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QaTmTPZ2Q9s/s72-c/jaychoucapricornwa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-8786527162726854323</id><published>2008-10-09T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:35:33.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm drowning asphyxiated i wanna break this spell you've created you're something beautiful a contradiction i wanna play the gamei want the friction you will be the death of me yeah You will be the death of me bury it I won't let you bury it i won't let you smother it i won't let you murder it our time is running out our time is running out you can't push it underground you can't stop it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8786527162726854323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8786527162726854323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8786527162726854323' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-710115109862419717</id><published>2008-10-06T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:40:46.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the other night, the most surreal thing happened to me.something so beautiful yet so ugly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/710115109862419717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/710115109862419717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#710115109862419717' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4106599632659514042</id><published>2008-09-29T01:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:48:51.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i wish you could see, see the potential of you and me."underneath this reckless facade of spontaneity and the impulsive need to feel alivei always knew living for the moment has its repurcussionsmy idealistic self-indulgence, fatal short-sightedness came between weak me and a broken reality.i'm so sorry i just can't love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4106599632659514042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4106599632659514042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4106599632659514042' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-1046031559832452026</id><published>2008-09-22T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:04:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>look how we grewwe are 16 going on 1719. when vic was gonna jet off to bristol.sab oh sab. her expressions are golden.now.somehow i don't feel that different.things never change with the people you're meant to grow old with.i used to listen to all star united so much.i love this one, saviour of my universe.one of the many anthems of my fading youth(oh the tragedy!)I don't propose that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1046031559832452026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/1046031559832452026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1046031559832452026' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SNe9z2hRv_I/AAAAAAAAAJs/S3KlsKPCzjY/s72-c/bitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9197869592190526944</id><published>2008-09-10T01:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:38:33.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was cyber-tagged by mo. i shall comply since im bored stiff with my performance research notes. omg it feels tedious already, i hate the loading of photos but here goes. instructions: Basically, just answer the questions by doing a google image search, take a picture from the first page of results, do it with minimal explanation. 1) the age i will be on my next birthday ny times headline on 23 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9197869592190526944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9197869592190526944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#9197869592190526944' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SMau-eR64vI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lx2SW7tDu5Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-8913434293651656467</id><published>2008-09-08T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:42:25.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you're dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part.i can think about the future. its my injection of hope and promisebut how do i deal with the present?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8913434293651656467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/8913434293651656467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#8913434293651656467' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-436528580481392986</id><published>2008-08-28T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:03:10.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is there anyone out there cos it's getting harder and harder to breatheweek 3 of school and im trying to keep my neck above the water.it has never been a question of going the whole way.i did my honours declaration in year 2.yet the new school term hit me like a trans-siberian highspeed train and left me reeling.there is no easing-in period.yes grace, no more cruising.no more last minute work and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/436528580481392986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/436528580481392986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#436528580481392986' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-2948916325939169613</id><published>2008-08-20T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:17:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>which way to happy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2948916325939169613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/2948916325939169613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#2948916325939169613' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-6661440806746731932</id><published>2008-07-31T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:59:56.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world. There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end-- waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend, Moon River and me."                 x--- it's going to be hard to say goodbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6661440806746731932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6661440806746731932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6661440806746731932' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4595100432597031274</id><published>2008-07-30T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:33:45.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm losing my marbles its marvelloushttp://youtube.com/watch?v=uUkje1lw4cAcant do the embedding thingy but go click click click!the video is so awesome and fun.sia - buttons</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4595100432597031274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4595100432597031274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4595100432597031274' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4392136874194364696</id><published>2008-07-20T18:56:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:54:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hong kong pixellatedone of my favourite hk things, the trams aka ding ding carsisaac and gang (mary, hafiz and ivy) came to play friends meeting friendsa nice japanese dinner in tsim sha tsuikaraoke diva bouncing off the walls to jolin tsaii know ima mike hogger dinner with the lovely lilacheck out the new bob guysadorable-ness personified = maryafter a day of outlet-shopping in chung tungivy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4392136874194364696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4392136874194364696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4392136874194364696' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SIN0-Klb-WI/AAAAAAAAAGU/NTIMnHhWmWk/s72-c/Image373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5702107343631957215</id><published>2008-07-17T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:58:00.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*we could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in. and if you do not want to see me again i would understand.i cut my hair in hongkong.went straight for the bob.it has been a 3 year long affair.oh pun intended.time to let go.strangely enough, everytime i cut my hair in a drastic fashion, some things come to a grinding finale.mutely. tragically. dramatically. deservedly.prophetic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5702107343631957215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5702107343631957215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5702107343631957215' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5992998961193032782</id><published>2008-07-12T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:28:55.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burn it down till the embers smoke on the groundAnd start new when your heart is an empty roomWith walls of the deepest blueHome's face: how it ages when you're awaySpring blooms and you find the love that's trueBut you don't know what now to doCause the chase is all you knowAnd she stopped running months agoAnd all you seeIs where else you could beWhen you're at homeOut on the streetAre so many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5992998961193032782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5992998961193032782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5992998961193032782' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9108684047947446988</id><published>2008-07-07T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:27:01.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>今天我 寒夜裡看雪飄過 懷著冷卻了的心窩飄遠方 風雨裡追趕 霧裡分不清影蹤 天空海闊 你與我 可會變 (誰沒在變) 多少次 迎著冷眼與嘲笑 從沒有放棄過心中的理想一剎那恍惚 若有所失的感覺 不知不覺已變淡 心裡愛 (誰明白我) 原諒我這一生不羈放縱愛自由 也會怕有一天會跌倒 背棄了理想 誰人都可以 那會怕有一天只你共我 仍然自由自我 永遠高唱我歌 走遍千里it can be considered a pensive morning with the figurative cigarette in hand.watching beyond viedoes on youtube from the laptop.have not brushed my teeth yet of course.beyond's hai kuo tian kong.classic stuff.my anthem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9108684047947446988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9108684047947446988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9108684047947446988' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9092726567762669749</id><published>2008-07-06T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:03:26.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dear we're slow dancing in a burning room.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9092726567762669749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9092726567762669749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#9092726567762669749' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5892731817895145725</id><published>2008-06-16T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:02:57.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my girl vic is back.how do i transcribe the sheer joy and excitement into context?starbucks or coffeebean awaits. i love the combination of caffeine and girly time.aqualung - strange and beautiful</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5892731817895145725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5892731817895145725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#5892731817895145725' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4045484131354897614</id><published>2008-06-10T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:21:36.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at work.hello from wildrice.my boy isaac dropped by for a very scrumptious north indian lunch so divine it paralysed my senses and reduced me to a listless lethargic thingy in a rolly chair.should not be blogging. should be archiving beauty world news articles.wheeeee, great fun.note: wheeeee came out like a grunt. a burp. a gruppp.am listening to this on replay:yoshimi battles the pink robots - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4045484131354897614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4045484131354897614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#4045484131354897614' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7690014252836792338</id><published>2008-06-06T01:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:19:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crazy crazy crazythe laws of gravity went britneyspears crazyfor someone who is doing so much stuff, she is not making any money.west wing to shanghai to now w!ld rice and short and sweetthere's no room for a breather and for a slacker like me who takes life as easy as it comes, oh i am floored.i knock myself out no kidding.no overachieving sentiments or any ego involved.for once i unconsciously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7690014252836792338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7690014252836792338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7690014252836792338' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SEgioykqiKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z_XIKu0GnzA/s72-c/main_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4642202941016728690</id><published>2008-05-24T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:06:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shanghai in two days.been a tension filled week i felt like my entire nervous system was botoxed.due to the constraints of my brain powers, i flunked 2 full runs in a row, like a little lost pondskater on the stage. someone cue me on which scenes come after the other. anything after act 2 is just a complete maze to me.im just hanging loose and shredded the damned script.met Mo the best friend for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4642202941016728690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4642202941016728690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4642202941016728690' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SDeR_x9YXhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/isY_BgeDsGg/s72-c/P1010078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7612271220628643767</id><published>2008-05-13T10:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:29:37.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so sick and tired of all this bullshit.how did you get your prof title?it is absolutely absurd that one could ever cross paths with a so-called theatre practioner cum "specialist" who presents himself in the most horrendous fashion of unprofessionalismthrow in that tactic of nonsensical childish behavoir whenever the final straw is drawn.omg. omg. OMG.the imagination is puerile.yours truly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7612271220628643767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7612271220628643767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7612271220628643767' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5863504006886901864</id><published>2008-05-05T23:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:25:03.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> im finally going home. you cant stop the beat - hairspray</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5863504006886901864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5863504006886901864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#5863504006886901864' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SB8zc185PdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ET13Q967sks/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4020712205646774076</id><published>2008-04-29T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:22:02.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life in statistics.1 hour to my stage and screen paper4 hours of sleep1 swollen right eye1 very fatigue mind4 (at least) classes of this module unattended0 good stuff learnt from a lousy lecturer10 pm last night: time i started studying for today's paper5 out of 7 readings done1 important BOOK untouched.1 nagging voice asking me why the fuck do i do this to myself every single semester. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4020712205646774076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4020712205646774076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4020712205646774076' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/SBahkV85PVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tNT3rDBZm7Y/s72-c/IMG_8130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3484946317273920701</id><published>2008-04-24T02:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T02:38:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i fall in love with you all over again?losing a whole year - 3rd eye blind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3484946317273920701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3484946317273920701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3484946317273920701' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-3828231635768230043</id><published>2008-04-18T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T03:44:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intercultural theatre = intellectual and academic suicideand like robbie williams said "you can't manufacture a miracle"can i just pronounce my own time of death like right now?i am entering the blackest of rooms.no matter the direction, in my blindness i will walk into walls.and bleed.you think that i'm strongyou're wrong.strong - robbie williams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3828231635768230043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/3828231635768230043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3828231635768230043' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-5134447257309946480</id><published>2008-04-15T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:54:34.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love of mine some day you will die, But I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark. No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white; Just our hands clasped so tight, Waiting for the hint of a spark. If heaven and hell decide, That they both are satisfied, Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs:If there's no one beside you, When your soul embarks; Then I'll follow you into the dark. In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5134447257309946480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/5134447257309946480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5134447257309946480' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7542845268168011465</id><published>2008-04-11T09:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:43:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>separation is life's constant pain.i can read that in so many ways.i will dearly miss the west wing in so many ways.i remember how janice wrote in our fight club programme that it was not the ending that matter, but the process of the fight.i would say that we all Westwingers really fought hard for this one.we really fought for this baby.thus the tears came before scene 30 even ended. they came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7542845268168011465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7542845268168011465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#7542845268168011465' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-9065524179759796096</id><published>2008-03-21T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T23:24:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://sugarfling.livejournal.com/check it out for fabulous indie finds from all over the world. all brand new, quirky and one of a kind. just dont laugh at my pictures! obviously agyness i am not. and will never be.  love, grace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9065524179759796096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/9065524179759796096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#9065524179759796096' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/R-PSQIt_jrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9_6lL4sosvA/s72-c/160308.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-4841663605544864600</id><published>2008-03-13T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:02:56.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stuck.have you ever been in a position when you have so much to do, so much to think about and yet nothing is done?the body freezes and refuses to comply. the mind is weary yet frantic. lost. directionless.we all need to make a stance, choose options, choose allies.and when we stand on a side, do we have what it takes to back it up?or have we overestimated ourselves and forgot that god only gave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4841663605544864600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/4841663605544864600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4841663605544864600' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7398705088327198230</id><published>2008-02-09T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:54:24.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came, i saw, i erm, came.so cute together.oh the vulnerability.everyone loves a slam dunk. wires or not.i wanna eat jay chou's tofu.cue lust filled sigh will hop on a bus to KL in a couple of hours time when day breaksthen its a visit to the dentist and more visiting to do! fantabulous or what?beneath the metaphysical... here's a me moment.im stuck in a rather bizzare paradoxical state of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7398705088327198230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7398705088327198230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7398705088327198230' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/R6yybQL0-xI/AAAAAAAAABU/RZqUzTjCHNg/s72-c/20076181123439500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-7930283187010839774</id><published>2008-02-06T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T02:36:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone knows this.but ill say it anyway.i honestly hate cleaninghate it with a bloody vengence.on a lighter note, CNY is upon us once again.i am exceptionally excited about it this year and i have no clue why i feel this way.that spells getting money even if you were a bad relative, prawn rolls, f&amp;n orange and bah kwa marathons, stupid hongkong comedy reruns, od-ing on fish belly soup, visit to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7930283187010839774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/7930283187010839774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7930283187010839774' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ALbge8CZ2XA/R6iq5wL0-oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wwaMW9XVsWY/s72-c/2534-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-6609109357887627159</id><published>2008-01-30T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:50:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess who's back, back again.it is extremely disconcerting to reclaim a space that the dust has settled onill be honest to confess that i cannot fathom what is the driving impulse behind this urge to bring this blog back to lifenot that any cyber patrons, even my own friends, would remember this poor desolated spacebut thats the beauty of the internet isnt it?where there are no spatial or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6609109357887627159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/6609109357887627159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#6609109357887627159' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115891111926441648</id><published>2006-09-22T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T16:01:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mine =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115891111926441648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115891111926441648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115891111926441648' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115877536300348048</id><published>2006-09-21T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T02:02:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just get so emotionaland i feel awfulreally awful and helplesstime together is a precious thingand time it slips away without a race of warningi simply cldnt wrench myself away from my musical commitments to see my closest friends before they fly continents away and return in perhaps what feels like another ten yearswe didnt go on the food marathon like we said we wldwe didnt have our girlie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115877536300348048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115877536300348048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115877536300348048' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115809371793663506</id><published>2006-09-13T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T04:41:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my eyes two wet squelchy angry red puffy holesmy mouth just a round black speechless gaping thingi think i had just about enough of you.and enough of me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115809371793663506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115809371793663506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115809371793663506' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115790327613222712</id><published>2006-09-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:47:56.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>miranda hobbs once blew up at her 3 best friends for talking bout men men men all dayits all about the other halvesoh i dunno where is this goingi would say the sex in the city laydees do bother to meet up a hell lot.reality or not.the emotion of the moment is intense crabbiness.sorry i couldnt be there verna major production meeting i couldnt weasel out of.i swear.and to you know who you are:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115790327613222712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115790327613222712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115790327613222712' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115775288534873116</id><published>2006-09-09T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T06:01:25.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you dont miss your water till the well runs dry.i miss being young again.i miss being in the pinafore again.and ill always miss being with you girls 24/7.a simple song - leehom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115775288534873116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115775288534873116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115775288534873116' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115718381177540857</id><published>2006-09-02T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:56:51.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmmm Mmmmm MmmmmI believe in memoriesThey look so, so pretty when I sleepHey now, and when, and when I wake up,You look so pretty sleeping next to meBut there is not enough time,And there is no, no song I could singAnd there is no combination of words I could sayBut I will still tell you one thing,We're better togetherbetter together - jack johnson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115718381177540857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115718381177540857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115718381177540857' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115670629019362160</id><published>2006-08-28T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:50:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so belatedbut i have so much love for bangkokthe land of smiles was goldenabsolutely goldenbargain bin delightseedy enchamentreligious gloryand entralling hospitalityso mind blowingly incredible im afraid we can never get over this virginal experiencewe are so coming back for morei think any landscape in the world can be beautified by the unblemished human soul*i pitied myself for years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115670629019362160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115670629019362160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115670629019362160' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115626440007327390</id><published>2006-08-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:33:20.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you said you would call.you didnt.what i call the usual.and i am officially back in hall folks.so you know the change of address.never there - cake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115626440007327390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115626440007327390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115626440007327390' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115584610890742512</id><published>2006-08-18T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T04:21:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is there anyone out there cos its getting harder and harder to breathemy dream holiday came trueonly to serve as a jarring reminder of how hard it is gonna bestartingnow.tender - blur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115584610890742512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115584610890742512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115584610890742512' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6235572.post-115525001727312803</id><published>2006-08-11T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T06:46:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im leavin on a jet plane(i wish) i dont know when ill be back againand babayyy i (so dont) hate to goill pretend sch doesnt exist nor start on monas i touch down tues nightsawadeekarrrrr bangkok =)byyyeee to everyone i love fer now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115525001727312803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6235572/posts/default/115525001727312803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pulpdiction.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115525001727312803' title=''/><author><name>gracie fabulous~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15569885496867502129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
