tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76831998138800975342011-04-21T11:00:25.372-07:00Donna Gracielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196077161309520687noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683199813880097534.post-24325853535390032792009-01-29T20:57:00.000-08:002009-02-05T05:35:55.353-08:00I love handbags..<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">I stock in many things inside..<br />A large,medium and small handbags.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJibW4LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/g288iLXyUeY/s1600-h/vintage+bag1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJibW4LI/AAAAAAAAAM8/g288iLXyUeY/s200/vintage+bag1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296955704787525810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But..<br />Can you tell me what's the STRANGEST<br />thing you've ever seen in a woman's handbag??<br /><br />I have never seen one..<br />but heard once from the radio (mix.fm) station..<br /><br />In US, one lady was caught and locked up in a jail..<br />for keeping cat's urine in her handbag. They mistaken it for drugs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJf1DLMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WcMGBd5EzmE/s1600-h/cat3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJf1DLMI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WcMGBd5EzmE/s200/cat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296955704089980098" border="0" /></a><br /> mieow..<br /><br />Err..and..<br /><br />Another lady was seen keeping a human's skull in her handbags..<br />Yes..a human's skull.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJvaxe5I/AAAAAAAAANE/rG94ybEKcCk/s1600-h/human+skull.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYKRJvaxe5I/AAAAAAAAANE/rG94ybEKcCk/s200/human+skull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296955708274736018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hehehe..<br /><br />I admit the strangest things I've ever kept in my handbag..<br />was a toothbrush,toothpaste and a pair of heel shoe.<br /><br />Now.. i wanna start to wonder what's inside a man's bag. (Could be worse!) -_-"<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683199813880097534-2432585353539003279?l=pinkypipi88.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Donna Gracielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196077161309520687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683199813880097534.post-70341175603701428102009-01-27T23:16:00.000-08:002009-01-29T20:57:26.871-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">I am so in love with heel shoes..<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUGOlNUzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pZgrNvWsTZc/s1600-h/green+shoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUGOlNUzI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pZgrNvWsTZc/s200/green+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296255259013632818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Talking about heel shoes..<br />Can't imagine how lucky..<br />I am to own heel shoes..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With heel shoe ..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I feel tall especially with 5 inch heel shoe.. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">plus a promising good body posture..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">oh, heel shoe..</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUF55i4CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nPnnZpG3f-0/s1600-h/yellow+shoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUF55i4CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nPnnZpG3f-0/s200/yellow+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296255253461786658" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I walk with passion with every single step i take..<br />I feel sexy and it boosts my self esteem, my confidence..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's a great pleasure..<br /><br />The color of the heel shoe..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Makes me smile..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It makes me giggle..<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">makes me go bold and happy!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUF6eVxDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S3BLJWiljXI/s1600-h/pink+shoe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZ5g47BdpwM/SYAUF6eVxDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/S3BLJWiljXI/s200/pink+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296255253616116786" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I am so in love with heel shoes..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683199813880097534-7034117560370142810?l=pinkypipi88.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Donna Gracielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196077161309520687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7683199813880097534.post-84572305233193425502009-01-22T22:05:00.000-08:002009-01-22T23:31:05.638-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Flashback starts. In year 1988, I am born to this world without knowing what life will do to me. Innocent and carefree as new born baby. I have no idea what my mom went through. The woman i love unconditionally raises me up, feed me, and showers me in the warm tab. I struggle myself to stand by clinging on the walls but i failed many times. Then i got fed up i walk with both my bare hands &amp; knees. I can hear them saying i can crawl..that's what babies will do.<br /><br /> I am wondering if there's anything better, anything fun that i can do for myself rather than wondering around..and here i am a-girl-next-door writing a blog for herself for the first time, wanting to dedicate her story to herself basically. *babies don't write blog..and that's one thing for sure.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7683199813880097534-8457230523319342550?l=pinkypipi88.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Donna Gracielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08196077161309520687noreply@blogger.com2