<?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-9198997230809067100</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:19:34.987+08:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='personality'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='love'/><category term='enneagram'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='ice - cream'/><title type='text'>A Little of Everything</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3237648115392944180</id><published>2011-09-22T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:46:31.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='clear: both; 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font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;A question that i’ve been asking myself lately. i couldn’t understand the logic of this although my beloved Girlfriend has explained it to me and even I knew the readon why. But then again, is it really because you’ve become so comfortable with that person or is it because after all those years or in some cases,months together ,you start to lose interest in themand progressively taking them for granted. What you used to love about them might be the reason of your own fury or irritation now. Perhaps you have evn considerred about flying solo or even wished that you were single when a new interesting person barges into your life. Words like ‘idiot’,’moron’ or any other demeaning words accompany your other half’s description. The slightest mistakes can even trigger a tsunami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Now, you start to wonder whether you really love your partner or is your guilt the glue that holds everything in place? That guilt of being with them for a long time and that you’ve gone through heaps of ordeals to just throw it down the drain. Yep, you are officially confused and you look around you for solutions to get rid of that weary feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Why don’t you look back for the answer? Try to remember what made you fall for them. Analize it in the sense that your mind can comprehend and to the extent where you realize your feelings for that person. Think positively about the obstacles you’ve overcome together as a team and don’t forget the great achievements that came your way. Dispense the negative and immerse yourself with positivity. Don’t forget to expresd to your other half how much they have changed you for the better and how much you’ve gained in life since the day you became a couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Don’t ever, I repeat,don’t ever take any small things for granted. If minor problems arise,rectify. Just communicate. Appreciate the little things that they have done for you. If you are displeased about something,let them know. Don’t keep in you heart and make it the reason why you grew apart a.k.a the break up alibi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“Mi amore vo le fe” ,as the Italians say it. Contrary to what the phrase defines, love does not stand or exist with trust or faith alone. It must consist of Communication, Patience and Perserverance. Just like how it is for students or the working world. Nothing comes easy. Put extra effort and never ever ever stop trying. Once you stop,there is no turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I am not perfect, i must say but I would always try to incorporate the things that I learn in my own love life. As the words of my former boss, “life is our university. We never stop learning as we learn new things day by day”. If you really love someone, be ready to accept them with flaws and all. Make them feel like the imperfect perfection in your life. You are blessed with the power to enlighten somebody’s life. So, use it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Remember, it’s not about how you want them to be,it’s about embracing who they are and what you feel for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4811298664245374235?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4811298664245374235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4811298664245374235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4811298664245374235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4811298664245374235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/food-for-thought-if-youre-not-following.html' title='Food for thought - If you&apos;re not following my tumblr, this is for you.'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5261376039418075885</id><published>2011-05-22T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:53:33.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie Woon made TV Presenters more interesting. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llja65jnLs1qzmowao1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llja65jnLs1qzmowao1_400.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2089996661146276893?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2089996661146276893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2089996661146276893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2089996661146276893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2089996661146276893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/facepalm.html' title='FACEPALM'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4703962972356014713</id><published>2011-05-22T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:45:58.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lko2tk1WMw1qbxinlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lko2tk1WMw1qbxinlo1_500.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6978624896691291951?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6978624896691291951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6978624896691291951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6978624896691291951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6978624896691291951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/are-you-jeremy-sumpter.html' title='Are you Jeremy Sumpter?'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-304172633176897577</id><published>2011-05-22T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:44:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lli29ir8dW1qa70yqo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lli29ir8dW1qa70yqo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-304172633176897577?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/304172633176897577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=304172633176897577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/304172633176897577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/304172633176897577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7568089054074384704</id><published>2011-05-22T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:42:46.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah , I am not shy to admit that I think about SEX most of the time. Unlike other girls who can't even come clean and admit it. So for you people out there that fits the description of judging me by my words, here's to you :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llexc6NhoI1qc1kivo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llexc6NhoI1qc1kivo1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7568089054074384704?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7568089054074384704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7568089054074384704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7568089054074384704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7568089054074384704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/yeah-i-am-not-shy-to-admit-that-i-think.html' title='Yeah , I am not shy to admit that I think about SEX most of the time. Unlike other girls who can&apos;t even come clean and admit it. So for you people out there that fits the description of judging me by my words, here&apos;s to you :'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7961998283323026706</id><published>2011-05-22T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:39:12.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llhnjn034A1qiggm3o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llhnjn034A1qiggm3o1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7961998283323026706?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7961998283323026706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7961998283323026706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7961998283323026706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7961998283323026706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/other-guys.html' title='The Other Guys'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5238876557008813874</id><published>2011-05-22T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:38:08.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess with me and this is what you will receive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llk0fusPuO1qczibyo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llk0fusPuO1qczibyo1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5238876557008813874?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5238876557008813874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5238876557008813874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5238876557008813874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5238876557008813874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mess-with-me-and-this-is-what-you-will.html' title='Mess with me and this is what you will receive :)'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7375627357145165796</id><published>2011-05-22T01:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:38:34.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not about the money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llezz4NmHe1qbel9bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llezz4NmHe1qbel9bo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7375627357145165796?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7375627357145165796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7375627357145165796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7375627357145165796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7375627357145165796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-not-about-money.html' title='It&apos;s not about the money...'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1880902098640644327</id><published>2011-05-22T01:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:36:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy as FUCk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll0d0yYTpb1qg0s2io1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll0d0yYTpb1qg0s2io1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1880902098640644327?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1880902098640644327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1880902098640644327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1880902098640644327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1880902098640644327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/sexy-as-fuck.html' title='sexy as FUCk'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7010077977899927028</id><published>2011-05-22T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T01:34:33.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this girl got preggers....you think for yourself how that tattoo would look like. LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lljzpuGPRC1qj359to1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lljzpuGPRC1qj359to1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7010077977899927028?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7010077977899927028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7010077977899927028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7010077977899927028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7010077977899927028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-this-girl-got-preggersyou-think-for.html' title='If this girl got preggers....you think for yourself how that tattoo would look like. LOL'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3363300479464249898</id><published>2011-05-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:26:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW : The Voks- A plan on demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OK! This is my first ever music review . Hence, forgive me for being shallow with words. I'm more into action than words *wink wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I actually posted this on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; so I'm just gonna copy and paste it here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For some unexplainable reason, I couldn’t stop pressing the PLAY button every time I hear this. I was just browsing through my playlist and somehow, I ended up searching for the Voks..(kot2 ada lagu baru) and I stumbled upon this thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I first listened to it, the think that got me hooked was the intro and the progression of the song. I am quite shallow in the music department and &amp;nbsp;I speak for those who are like me that this song is worth the listen and definitely worth dancing to. It has it’s fresh and sexy vibe to it as well which me gusta ;) . Instruments well played, lads!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Word to The Voks&amp;nbsp;: DPP is for you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that don't get the drift, here's the song . Have a listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/jvsAO5jm7NU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvsAO5jm7NU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvsAO5jm7NU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you liked it as much as I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3363300479464249898?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3363300479464249898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3363300479464249898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3363300479464249898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3363300479464249898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/review-voks-plan-on-demand.html' title='REVIEW : The Voks- A plan on demand'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4541853130195609691</id><published>2011-05-15T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:21:22.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Emma Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's original. Watching her characters, they're not that hot but she made it hot. Hot with her charisma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's like the girl next door,but way hotter. She's definitely my girl crush!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://origamikid.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/emma-stone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://origamikid.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/emma-stone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static2.aintitcool.com/images2009/estone2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://static2.aintitcool.com/images2009/estone2.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4541853130195609691?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4541853130195609691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4541853130195609691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4541853130195609691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4541853130195609691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-i-love-emma-stone.html' title='Why I love Emma Stone'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-8603506787356078953</id><published>2011-05-15T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:06:40.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal Gadot, you got me hooked just by watching you in Fast Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vidbar.tv/persons/person_55406.jpg?1303918870" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://vidbar.tv/persons/person_55406.jpg?1303918870" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-8603506787356078953?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8603506787356078953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=8603506787356078953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8603506787356078953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8603506787356078953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/gal-gadot-you-got-me-hooked-just-by.html' title='Gal Gadot, you got me hooked just by watching you in Fast Five'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3914605814016537721</id><published>2011-05-15T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:32:51.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've just updated my other blog. check it out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://annedyscalculia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://annedyscalculia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3914605814016537721?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3914605814016537721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3914605814016537721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3914605814016537721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3914605814016537721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-just-updated-my-other-blog-check-it.html' title='I&apos;ve just updated my other blog. check it out!!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-6991827323412581196</id><published>2011-05-05T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:31:07.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't try to be a perfectionist. That's God's job." - Jason Mechalek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6991827323412581196?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6991827323412581196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6991827323412581196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6991827323412581196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6991827323412581196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-try-to-be-perfectionist-thats-gods.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t try to be a perfectionist. That&apos;s God&apos;s job.&quot; - Jason Mechalek'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7758647164399038806</id><published>2011-01-20T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:50:08.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my photoblog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://invisibleframe.tumblr.com/"&gt;photoblog here! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7758647164399038806?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7758647164399038806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7758647164399038806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7758647164399038806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7758647164399038806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-photoblog.html' title='my photoblog'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7988824844439135038</id><published>2011-01-20T16:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:39:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imawantsum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu02zaARx1qbjmapo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leu02zaARx1qbjmapo1_500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5691880173538572081?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5691880173538572081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5691880173538572081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5691880173538572081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5691880173538572081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-8121716678558096568</id><published>2011-01-20T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:31:57.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perverted</title><content type='html'>Ok, first of all, why is it quite a taboo when people converse about lewd things in public? I'm just curious why people overreact when they hear something perverted come out of my mouth when I think it's just funny. Dirty jokes are the best,ever!!And yes I like dicks and tits! Yeay me! Sex and rock and roll! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf8utfiIlK1qzv99eo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf8utfiIlK1qzv99eo1_500.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-8121716678558096568?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8121716678558096568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=8121716678558096568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8121716678558096568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8121716678558096568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/perverted.html' title='Perverted'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1524621181233782759</id><published>2011-01-20T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:29:35.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's boner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gvsIgpqDKgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1524621181233782759?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1524621181233782759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1524621181233782759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1524621181233782759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1524621181233782759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/anthonys-boner.html' title='Anthony&apos;s boner!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5942185986103471862</id><published>2011-01-20T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:15:58.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TTfujFgL_NI/AAAAAAAAASw/uRoGHokpkpI/s1600/170382_10150377538785355_553035354_16771841_286415_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TTfujFgL_NI/AAAAAAAAASw/uRoGHokpkpI/s200/170382_10150377538785355_553035354_16771841_286415_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;otmyCupofTea : Beatburns &amp; Beforeafters EP Launching @ BlackBox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5942185986103471862?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5942185986103471862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5942185986103471862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5942185986103471862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5942185986103471862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TTfujFgL_NI/AAAAAAAAASw/uRoGHokpkpI/s72-c/170382_10150377538785355_553035354_16771841_286415_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5249502931956202951</id><published>2011-01-20T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:05:14.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a new hair style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://says.my/maruxa/colorznkurlz"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5249502931956202951?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5249502931956202951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5249502931956202951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5249502931956202951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5249502931956202951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need-new-hair-style.html' title='I need a new hair style!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2690843533946308692</id><published>2011-01-20T14:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:43:32.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Try!</title><content type='html'>1) Go to google translate2) Translate “will justin﻿ bieber ever﻿ hit puberty” from English to Vietnamese3) Copy the Vietnamese translation and translate it﻿ back into English.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le3dppGTjN1qzlvdx.gif" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" width="250" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le3dppGTjN1qzlvdx.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now,your question is answered!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2690843533946308692?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2690843533946308692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2690843533946308692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2690843533946308692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2690843533946308692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/must-try.html' title='Must Try!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-6877472394367378352</id><published>2011-01-20T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:59:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>I've missed a lot of TV shows since I don't have any satellite tv in my Place in Sunway..darn it :( I wanna watch Live To Dance ! I wanna watch Glee 2! I wanna watch movies in HBO like I used to! I wanna watch American Idol! *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6877472394367378352?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6877472394367378352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6877472394367378352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6877472394367378352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6877472394367378352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1586598033733642551</id><published>2010-12-31T04:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T04:06:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 is a few hours away! Happy New year folks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/skins gif/stargate_sg1sg1/Gifs/2qalg5v.gif?o=20" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/stargate_sg1sg1/Gifs/2qalg5v.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1586598033733642551?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1586598033733642551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1586598033733642551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1586598033733642551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1586598033733642551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-is-few-hours-away-happy-new-year.html' title='2011 is a few hours away! Happy New year folks!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f258/stargate_sg1sg1/Gifs/th_2qalg5v.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-902285795798407120</id><published>2010-12-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:16:25.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diary of an Immigrant : Part 1</title><content type='html'>No. This is not a fictional story whatsoever . It happens to be real. It’s my life. Dear Angelapev of Tumblr,this is for you.I was born in a poor family. My mother was a struggling Spanish lecturer back in Philippines and my father..well I never knew what he really did except that there was a point in his life where he worked with the government or something similar to that. But that was back when I was still a toddler. When I started my pre-school,he was the one who took care of me and my little sister. Sent us to school,cooked our meals and did the laundry while my mother was the breadwinner . I called my mother a struggling as a lecturer there because for one,that was quite a fucked up institution and two,she wasn’t paid enough . Life was tough for everyone but I could still see smiles and hear laughter everywhere. Yes,that’s the true - blue Pinoy spirit. No matter how tough life gets, there are still room for smiles and happiness . When I was a baby, my parents could only afford to rent a room in a boarding house which was situated near a commercial center. They lived there with few other students. I remember my mother told me that there was this one Christmas that she could never forget .  They were really broke and so they could not afford a proper Christmas meal for the three of us . Hence, my mother cooked sardines and noodles instead for me and my father. Few years later, we moved to a different location since the family had grown. That 1 room could not fit a family of four. We lived in a house fit enough to be called a hut due to it’s unsightly condition. I shared a room with my little sister until my cousins came along which made me and my sister sleep in the same room as my parents. The kids from our area weren’t very friendly as they would only play with me and my sister if we had food with us. If we didn’t, they would beat us up and call us names. There was one time, the bad-ass little bitch of the hood insulted me and well, it made me furious enough to fight back and so I did. I hit her back while she was crossing the bridge. With that sort of unwelcoming reception from the neighborhood kids, all my sister and I could do was play around the house together. Sometimes there were days when we would sit in the porch and just watch the other kids play as they insulted us . We eventually learned that giving them food did not secure a long lasting friendship so we stopped hanging out with them. But then, there were times when we just could not resist the pain of not having playmates around so we still bribe them with snacks several times. Although they eventually leave us when there isn’t any grub left to feed on, we still took the risk for the sake of not feeling like outcasts. The scenario in my housing area was different from my school. I liked school a lot because that was the only time I get to spend time with my childhood best friend, JoAnn and some of my close friends as well. I rarely get to hang out with them after school and I don’t know why. Still is a mystery to me. I felt sorry for my sister though as she did not really have anyone to play with whenever I was in school. Things were a bit easy on her after my dad brought home a puppy. Thalia became the closest thing she could have as a best friend.We lived in the life of debts and financial insecurity until one day,that same old institution came to my mother and offered her to work as a Spanish lecturer in a university in Malaysia. God knew how thankful my parents were for that offer. There were a few bumps here and there before the contract was finalized but at the end of the whole ordeal, the contract deal was a success and the whole family was excited to leave the hardships there.  On the mid week of August 1997, the plane I was on touched down to the old International Airport and as we came out of the arrival hall, there she was with a young lady,standing behind her. You see, my mother came a month earlier than us and that explains why she was waiting for us at the airport. My dad ,little sister and I spent a month in Manila before we actually flew to Malaysia . And my uncle came along as well to look for a job in Malaysia. God knew how excited I was. I totally felt that it was our salvation. My salvation. Away from the bullies. From poverty. From pain. From everything bad. We were going to start fresh…..P.S : This was posted in my tumblr ( &lt;a href="http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-902285795798407120?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/902285795798407120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=902285795798407120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/902285795798407120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/902285795798407120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/diary-of-immigrant-part-1.html' title='The Diary of an Immigrant : Part 1'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5932576249188821243</id><published>2010-12-28T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T16:08:46.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's our 2 year anniversary and I could never be more happy :) I love you bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5932576249188821243?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Have you? - YouthSays Campaign - YouthSays.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/campaigns/719#learn-more"&gt;44,000+ Malaysians have said yes to an exciting life. Have you? - YouthSays Campaign - YouthSays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5286432921887209902?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://malaysia.youthsays.com/campaigns/719#learn-more' title='44,000+ Malaysians have said yes to an exciting life. 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Have you? - YouthSays Campaign - YouthSays.com'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7427692002577087689</id><published>2010-12-05T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:34:48.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen and Love Sam Kuman : Show me the Exit</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ir9O8uV8bMs?hd=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7427692002577087689?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7427692002577087689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7427692002577087689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7427692002577087689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7427692002577087689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/listen-and-love-sam-kuman-show-me-exit.html' title='Listen and Love Sam Kuman : Show me the Exit'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ir9O8uV8bMs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4879682200407438749</id><published>2010-12-05T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:23:49.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best I could ever ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TPt1-tHsbPI/AAAAAAAAASI/p3Kq14atugo/s1600/76663_168549963178144_100000694241363_385106_811273_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TPt1-tHsbPI/AAAAAAAAASI/p3Kq14atugo/s320/76663_168549963178144_100000694241363_385106_811273_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My beau of 23 months and counting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4879682200407438749?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4879682200407438749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4879682200407438749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4879682200407438749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4879682200407438749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-i-could-ever-ask.html' title='The best I could ever ask'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/TPt1-tHsbPI/AAAAAAAAASI/p3Kq14atugo/s72-c/76663_168549963178144_100000694241363_385106_811273_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4340708603226345131</id><published>2010-12-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:02:19.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously Speaking</title><content type='html'>I got nothing on my mind right now except that I want to do helluva lot of things! I'm quite excited for tomorrow and stuff but anxiety is killing me at the moment. FUK!Why? You don't have to know unless I wanted you to know. It's not that important anyways.. I'm just glad that I'm getting rid of the incompetent people in my life. As a Malaysian saying goes, "Buang yang keruh,ambil yang jernih". Yes. I'm doing that one by one. If you're not on my circle anymore,then you'd understand. If I don't holla atchu when, you'll understand.Seriously, I am sick of those type of people that only live to kill. No, I'm not talking about murderers. I'm talking about backstabbers,attention seekers, ass kissers ,snooty motherfuckrs and lame as as bitches who think they are too hot to handle. Puhlease!If you're my friend and your asking yourself "are we still friends?" , ask me that question and I'll tell you if it's a yes or a no. Feel free to ask. Seriously.But somehow, if you find yourself non existent in my Facebook,where you used to be, then you should get the clear picture that you are no longer welcome in my life. And that is due to either one or  all of the reasons below:a) kau menyusahkan hidup akub) kau menyusahkan hidup orang yang aku sayangc) kau menyusahkan hidup orang laind) you think your way better than everyone elsee) your a conniving skank who preys on emotional sympathy.  Sorry if this seems to be quite straight to the point. I'm just tired of being pushed over.BTDubs, feel free to visit my tumblr @ lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4340708603226345131?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4340708603226345131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4340708603226345131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4340708603226345131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4340708603226345131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously-speaking.html' title='Seriously Speaking'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-686714331632436455</id><published>2010-06-18T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:41:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while..</title><content type='html'>Since I last posted anything here. It seems like time has got the best of me. Sometimes  I think things are running too fast but then sometimes I think things are running too slow. Whatever it is,it sure doesn't stop me from wondering about the future. About what's in-store for me. For my baby.For my family. For my Life. I'm scared of what will happen but like I always say, the only thing we can do is to be positive .Stay positive as long as we can. Crying or frontin about things won't ease away the pain.All I can ask for is for God to lead the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-686714331632436455?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/686714331632436455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=686714331632436455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/686714331632436455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/686714331632436455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1065965383754495169</id><published>2010-06-18T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:37:39.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Fuck yeah, Ronnie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/maruxa/ronnie-got-lucky"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1065965383754495169?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4530601620106301213</id><published>2010-06-09T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:12:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just visit www.lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com : it's my updated blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4530601620106301213?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4530601620106301213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4530601620106301213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3450687183066085225</id><published>2010-05-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:15:05.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil and Lora’s Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/2010/05/phil-and-loras-story/"&gt;Phil and Lora&amp;amp;#8217;s Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terbaek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3450687183066085225?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://myexwifesweddingdress.com/2010/05/phil-and-loras-story/' title='Phil and Lora&amp;#8217;s Story'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4563529226091031998</id><published>2010-05-12T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:06:45.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee Flash Mob (8 May 2010 - The Gardens Midvalley)</title><content type='html'>Here are some vids on the event ;) Now, idk whether there will be an official video but if there was, i'd update you guys aite!! Oh btw, the bridges and corridors on the higher floors were also filled with the dancing gleeks but there isn't much coverage there so...anyways, just watch. the 2nd video is from the aftermath where we did the whole dance again the 2nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="745" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvf3zzgkAJ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvf3zzgkAJ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="650"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="650" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSfOWh2dY_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSfOWh2dY_I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="745"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="745" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/im1-H0BBlNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/im1-H0BBlNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="1280" height="745"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the vid from my camera ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA4_8qbrcbw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GA4_8qbrcbw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4563529226091031998?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4563529226091031998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4563529226091031998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4563529226091031998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4563529226091031998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee-flash-mob-8-may-2010-gardens.html' title='Glee Flash Mob (8 May 2010 - The Gardens Midvalley)'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7219045672565723249</id><published>2010-05-03T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:39:30.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblin</title><content type='html'>Yahaaaayyyyy! I've got meself a tumblr too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me! It is easier to maintain that blogger but i still ♥ both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lifeontheslowlane.tumblr.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C U THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7219045672565723249?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7219045672565723249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7219045672565723249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7219045672565723249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7219045672565723249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/tumblin.html' title='Tumblin'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4235579592655957622</id><published>2010-04-01T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:42:22.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So little time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I can't just randomly blurt out things cause I'm not the type of person who'd just write and not look back on what i have written but here goes..!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 1: I'm tryna link my FB to my Twitter which has been linked to my MS. (talk about connection). But the internet is slow tonight ,all thanks to the rain....=.="&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Note 2 : I miss &lt;i&gt;baybee &lt;/i&gt;sooooooo much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 3 : I've been sneezing a lot lately and I feel feverish at times..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Random Note 4 : I'm getting more anxious about&lt;i&gt; baybee's&lt;/i&gt; exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 5 : I'm uncertain about what to do this Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 6 : I'm still trying to figure out why men want to be women and women want to be men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 7 : I wanna go on a vacation sooo badly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 8 : A hefty amount of files to double check and make payments for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 9 : I'm po'ed that my salary isn't out yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 10 : I want D &amp;amp; G NO. 3 so badly!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 11 : McDo's coffee is addictive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note 12 : I don't know why I have a love-hate relationship with my career/work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Random Note 13 : I think my biological clock has already started ticking quite vigorously.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I need some sleep although I still have a lot to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4235579592655957622?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4235579592655957622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4235579592655957622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4235579592655957622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4235579592655957622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-little-time.html' title='So little time..'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4938479170396917338</id><published>2010-03-27T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:27:57.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumbat</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm like a mindless zombie without you.. yeah I just realized that after denying and denying that fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're not around, I become disoriented. Almost static in my movements,thoughts....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 1516hrs and I'm still in the office. I've just done my pending bookings and now I'm just waiting for Bie to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;Working is definately not similar to studying. If you think working is easy, think again. You have commitments to attend to and even if it kills you,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta do it. Once you show your boss a weak point, you will forever be damned unless you figured out a way of cleansing yourself from the image that your boss&lt;br /&gt;has stigmatized you with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that the tourism industry is all play and less work? Think again (like NatGeo's tagline)!&lt;br /&gt;We have to be up to marks with what each client wants. And yes, no matter how ridiculous it can get, we still have to try and work things out.&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer used to say, "&lt;i&gt;We make people's dream come true by giving them the best service for&amp;nbsp; their dream vacation!!"&lt;/i&gt; . It's damn true.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard keeping up with it sometimes but like I said, we gotta bring it hunny!&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you out there who thinks that being in this industry is a piece of cake, think twice. And no, it's not that I am discouraging you to even try this industry but what I'm trying to say is, whenever you travel around,think again of what went behind the scene before you traveled. Think about the hours and hours that a travel industry provider has spent time on making sure that you have a great time. So, in conclusion, you should thank the lil people that made your trip worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;It's a total comfort when we know that you appreciate the things we do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, same goes for the Hospitality line! They work as hard as we do too cause a complete vacation would be nothing without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh..sumbat..better be going now. I'm hungry and lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4938479170396917338?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4938479170396917338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4938479170396917338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4938479170396917338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4938479170396917338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/sumbat.html' title='Sumbat'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7051743221351668031</id><published>2010-03-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:15:47.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If The Stars Were Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFKKY5RHxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLFKKY5RHxc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the stars were mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd give them all to you &lt;br /&gt;I'd pluck them down right from the sky &lt;br /&gt;and leave it only blue &lt;br /&gt;I would never let the sun forget to shine upon your face &lt;br /&gt;so when others would have rain clouds you'd have only sunny days &lt;br /&gt;If the stars were mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you what I'd do &lt;br /&gt;I'd put the stars right in a jar and give them all to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the birds were mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd tell them when to sing &lt;br /&gt;I'd make them sing a sonnet when your telephone would ring &lt;br /&gt;I would put them there inside the square, whenever you went out &lt;br /&gt;so there'd always be sweet music whenever you would walk about &lt;br /&gt;If the birds were mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you what I'd do &lt;br /&gt;I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world was mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd paint it gold and green &lt;br /&gt;I'd make the oceans orange for a brilliant color scheme &lt;br /&gt;I would color all the mountains, make the sky forever blue &lt;br /&gt;So the world would be a painting and I'd live inside with you &lt;br /&gt;If the world was mine &lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you what I'd do &lt;br /&gt;I'd wrap the world in ribbons and then give it all to you &lt;br /&gt;I'd teach the birds such lovely words and make them sing for you &lt;br /&gt;I'd put those stars right in a jar and give them all to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S: Thanks Melody Gardot for making this song :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is dedicated to &lt;b&gt;my &lt;i&gt;baybee&lt;/i&gt; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥ you,always!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7051743221351668031?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7051743221351668031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7051743221351668031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7051743221351668031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7051743221351668031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-stars-were-mine.html' title='If The Stars Were Mine'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2609532281423559123</id><published>2010-03-24T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T00:41:43.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos of The Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahmad Syukri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150160326545437" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150160326545437" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compiling those pics into one video was quite a task because my movie maker application kept hanging almost every half an hour. Saving my work was as painful as creating it all thanks to that faulty program. Even though I went thorough all of that, I was happy with the results. I remember , there was this one time where I was almost done making the video,I played all of it and I couldn't stop myself from tearing up. I felt so warm and touched with what I did that no words can express how much I loved it .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And based on the comments posted by my friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems like they loved it and thought it was sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not really sure though if baybee liked it as much as my friends did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either it's just me or does it seem like the response I received was not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;what I had in mind. &lt;i&gt;Think positively Lynd!I bet he loves it but he just can't show&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you now how much he does..right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Entah. Let's just leave it that way. I'm in my roti kosong mode&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyways. I'm not really sure why but that just how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not gonna blame my period cause I want to stop believing on the fact/ideology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that "PMS" related tantrums and blow offs are the root of every she-devil in a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just trying to be as positive as I can. I'm tired of always thinking too much yet I still think too much. What the hell? Right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on to the next topic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eclipse&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2HIda5wSVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2HIda5wSVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to watch this!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though,I'm not done reading it! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always been on the same team with Edward even though there were times where I did root for Jake.Haha..Twimuch!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nicki Minaj&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMZ5s7o2F88&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMZ5s7o2F88&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been crushing on Nicki Minaj ever since I heard her on Lil Wayne's song. She's everywhere! Check out her rapping (and boobs)! Those dimples are my fave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keep on the attitude sista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I'ma hafta bounce now cuz I need to do some shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ttyl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2609532281423559123?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2609532281423559123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2609532281423559123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2609532281423559123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2609532281423559123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/videos-of-week.html' title='Videos of The Week'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5320430624521756588</id><published>2010-03-19T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:39:18.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since MPG and yet I could still feel like it happened yesterday. Haha! Fun things lasts longer! But memorable ones are even greater.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a hectic week and this week has been somewhat disorganized and quite melodramatic. Things at the office lately are quite frantic with Genting's behavior of not having any more room allotments for our side. Only the travel industry people would really comprehend this long term due problem. It's really disappointing especially if you're tryna get a booking done and all you get as response is "none" or less cooperation from the other end (which in this case are my agents in India). "All I want is their passport details ,dude!!! How else do you expect me to get you the rooms if our allotments are fully utilized?!" Even though my work is somewhat head-cracking (especially if there are hard-to-please-clients on board) and quite repetitive and not forgetting almost 24/7, I still like it and I wouldn't have it any other way. Hard things make it easier to digest even harder hurdles in life. Working life to be exact. Oh well, it's life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;i&gt;baybee &lt;/i&gt;to thank for . He always lifts me up when work gets me down. Even though I know that he despises the fact that I work there but still,he has my back. Supporting me morally when I need it the most. Tomorrow is yet another challenging day as I await for my agent's decission on a file where I have made quite a major mistake on.&lt;br /&gt;God,help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just a simple reminder to those people who are blind sided or just metaphorically blinded by something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you please sedar that kalau kau cakap kau baik,sebenarnya,U ARE NOT! Kalau kau kata kau tak buat jahat dengan orang, U are WRONG! Cuba la kau teliti fakta dan kenyataan di sekeliling. Benar,bukan? You inflict pain on everyone yet you still call yourself a 'saint'? Clean from all malicious things? Memang mak kau tak ajar. Kau panggil orang di bawah kau BODOH? Sebenarnya, you're the fool all&amp;nbsp; this while. Karma tak kemana. Kau tunggu dan lihat. I think I can see your future crumble. The longer this thing that you call 'cleanliness' unfolds, the bigger your dilemma is. Cut the crap about being a balloon high up in the air thing. It won't be long...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/s: I was just being general and kepada yang terasa,no offense kay. handle it yourself!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5320430624521756588?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5320430624521756588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5320430624521756588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5320430624521756588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5320430624521756588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-6199502422167709104</id><published>2010-03-18T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:53:29.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baybee</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let the whole frikkin world that I miss you terribly :(&lt;br /&gt;Gambate neh on your studies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ♥ you sooooooo much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S6EH31L-p2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/uNqhttDQJZA/s1600-h/P1230533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S6EH31L-p2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/uNqhttDQJZA/s320/P1230533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the words of Jerry McGuire, " You complete me.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6199502422167709104?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6199502422167709104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6199502422167709104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6199502422167709104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6199502422167709104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-baybee.html' title='Dear Baybee'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S6EH31L-p2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/uNqhttDQJZA/s72-c/P1230533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2036967301898127347</id><published>2010-03-15T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T02:51:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPG 2010 - Glorious NIght</title><content type='html'>Saturday,Mar 13 2010;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I woke up at 7am only to find myself still boggled about where to go and what to do when in fact I knew what and where I'm heading. I packed my things and hurried to the bathroom. I knew my sis and I were gonna be late for work. It was already 7.20am and she was still tucked on her bed,dead asleep. I've tried waking her up but she just ignored me . Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office, things were quite slow yet one could feel the busy environment at the same time. A lot of things were popping in and out of my thoughts as I go about checking my confirmed arrival files , issuing payments and processing the new bookings. Amidst all of that,the thought of seeing my other half was the only thing that I was truly excited about. Nothing could keep me from watching the time pass slowly. I was always checking at the time and I even managed to ask our HR to check my clock in time for that day. Oh heck! I was just a minute late from the grace period but I had to cover up 1 extra hour. I received a text from my beau at around 1-ish telling me that he was on the way to BB. I got out of the office around 2pm and walked alone to Kitaro. After half an hour and a lot of chats , I got hungry and so I just had a burger.&lt;br /&gt;A few nibbles later, I just passed what was left of the burger to my beau cuz I couldn't finish it. I just managed to take around a quarter out of that thing and the rest was history. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were literally chasing time so we hurried back to K2 and the thought of entering the place with no hassle was like malignant &amp;amp; on my mind until some point where it just disappeared(which was actually the time when we arrived there) . We took the LRT from Dang Wangi to Setiawangsa and Acap picked us up from there. He looked funny and lacked of sleep. All thanks to the wall climbing eh,Acap? Haha.I was looking around the surrounding area until weirdly enough , I managed to take a few minutes of nap on the backseat while Acap &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;baybee&lt;/i&gt; were chatting every now and then.The moment I woke up,we already arrived and &lt;i&gt;baybee&lt;/i&gt; asked me to go to Zaza's room. Remembering a number after waking up from a snooze was quite a challenge but I managed to find it within no time. I called&amp;nbsp; Zaza's name and entered her room and found her blood-red gown (which reminded&amp;nbsp; me&amp;nbsp; of my 18th bday gown-but it was pink),her roommate and her juniors grooming her up.It didn't take me long to get dressed though. I changed from my Love As Arson shirt to a woven cotton shirt dress from Forever 21 and just made a few touch ups and yes finally, we were ready to go. Tok &amp;amp; Kek were already waiting for us downstairs. We got outa the room and when we got down, Zaza kinda looked left and right before we hurried to the car. LOL. Inside, we talked and talked (even mentioned that if the food was bad,we'd go to Pizza Hut instead) until we got to our &lt;a href="http://www.depalmahotel.com/ampang/hotel.php"&gt;destination&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I began to feel quite nervous and I think Zaza was too but we were all good. In between registering and waiting for the others o arrive ( we received goody- bags with a t-shirt inside), we took quite a heck loads of pics from the dinner reception to the pool but it was mostly her with different people. I was more of the person behind the scenes . The girls really looked gorgeous with the gowns and dresses. Though I felt quite under-dressed, I was glad that I wore that cause at least I didn't have to worry about anything falling off or just being plain "rimas" . FYI, I don't really fancy wearing gowns or evening wear so I usually opt for the semi formal type (wink wink). Zaza also introduced me to a few of her friends which included Wani,Shafiq &amp;amp; Raju. After the photo sessions, we went in to the hall and waited for the others to arrive. We took a bunch of pics again and around ten or fifteen minutes later,&lt;i&gt;baybee,&lt;/i&gt;Acap and Meri (preferably pronounced in the French accent) came. They were accompanied by Nadia &amp;amp; Aza. Their entrance was more memorable than the VIP's since it seemed like one of those walks you see in a Korean/Japanese movie or series.The front liner was none other than Mr.Yakuza himself with Nadia by his side (looking all princess like :) ) . I wanted to laugh when I saw them enter but I just grinned and enjoyed the 20 seconds walk of fame. LOL.But at the same time I was amazed by how stunning they all looked especially my &lt;i&gt;baybee&lt;/i&gt;. He was the first person I noticed and followed by Acap (Yakuza yeah?!) and Nadia. &lt;i&gt;Baybee &lt;/i&gt;looked really stunning in that black shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, the event started. It opened up with a video montage on the event and it was followed by the grand entry of the VIPs and a Silat performance. Luke rocked doing all those moves. Next in line (in no particular order) was the long winded opening speeches (we were all counting on hearing "akhir kata..blablabla..sekian" part) and the other performances which was done during dinner.The food was alright by the way! I think it's safe for me to say that the person who had the most rice on his plate was Acap. He was really starving! After dinner was served, along came the good/funny parts. First off,after the countless search for the next victim to "interrogate" the MC spotted Zaza and she was asked to sing. We were all cheering for her as she sang the first two lines from Miley Cyrus' The Climb. Although it was quite nerve wrecking to be called in front of a crowd but she managed to pull it through like a pro! Kudos to you ,Zaza!! Next, after numerous draws ,Acap &amp;amp; Kek won from the first few rounds of the raffle draw. We found out later that night when Acap opened the gift that it was a towel packed in a chocolate box. LOL. I was the last person from our table to win and it was the biggest (and the most obvious).It was funny though since I was quite unaware that the MC was actually calling my number. All I remember was the part where I&amp;nbsp; raised my hand,went to the stage (nervous as shit- idk why) and just going down after claiming my prize,with a big and wide grin all the way. The event ended around fifteen minutes later and it was photo sessions again. Haha!! Not long after, we joined Acap &amp;amp; sent Meri,Nadia &amp;amp; Aza back to the hostels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all ,it was the one memorable night and I'm glad I was part of it. Although the event was not as crazy but it was our table that made it unforegettable. No doubt,son!!&lt;br /&gt;And apart from that, that night will always be in our list.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the event!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50ssElpd6I/AAAAAAAAARY/ijw5sv-IU4E/s1600-h/P1230540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50ssElpd6I/AAAAAAAAARY/ijw5sv-IU4E/s200/P1230540.JPG" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*The Bag I won*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50sQFTOZDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AfmolkGLo9s/s1600/P1230541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50sQFTOZDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/AfmolkGLo9s/s200/P1230541.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Shirt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50uhEFW4gI/AAAAAAAAARg/1fPLU_Mc20E/s1600-h/za8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50uhEFW4gI/AAAAAAAAARg/1fPLU_Mc20E/s200/za8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; *L-R : Baybee,moi,Zaza,Meri &amp;amp; Acap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50vEe8D7KI/AAAAAAAAARo/Puu3GVFuz48/s1600-h/za9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50vEe8D7KI/AAAAAAAAARo/Puu3GVFuz48/s200/za9.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; *Baybee &amp;amp; moi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50vh1Lu0HI/AAAAAAAAARw/n4XDaWrseJA/s1600-h/za4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50vh1Lu0HI/AAAAAAAAARw/n4XDaWrseJA/s200/za4.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*Geng* &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics are available in my FB. Till then,TTYL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2036967301898127347?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2036967301898127347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2036967301898127347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2036967301898127347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2036967301898127347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/mpg-2010-glorious-night.html' title='MPG 2010 - Glorious NIght'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S50ssElpd6I/AAAAAAAAARY/ijw5sv-IU4E/s72-c/P1230540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2245359785744840027</id><published>2010-02-25T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:21:07.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Ass or Cold Hard Fact?</title><content type='html'>Kau nak cakap apa, cakapa lah. Macam aku peduli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau nak cakap gah? Silakan..kau akan memakan diri !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kau nak cium bontot orang? Aku lagi tak kisah..Selagi kau tak kacau aku..hidup aku..buat lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, jika kau melangkah sempadan kesabaran aku, memang kau patut bersedia. Aku tak peduli apa status kau dalam dunia ini. Prinsip hidup yang aku pegang lebih penting daripada hipokrisi dan omong kosong kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2245359785744840027?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2245359785744840027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2245359785744840027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2245359785744840027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2245359785744840027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/kiss-ass-or-cold-hard-fact.html' title='Kiss Ass or Cold Hard Fact?'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1975767572250296712</id><published>2010-02-25T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:10:38.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rimas.Serabut. Jiwa Kacau</title><content type='html'>Hmm..the post says it all. I hate feeling disoriented and clueless. What else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;There's too much of thinking that's going on inside my mind..too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1975767572250296712?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1975767572250296712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1975767572250296712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1975767572250296712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1975767572250296712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/rimasserabut-jiwa-kacau.html' title='Rimas.Serabut. Jiwa Kacau'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1103642628135576920</id><published>2010-01-30T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:22:19.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet 43</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This sonnet is underrated. Not much people know about it unless you know Shakespeare helluvalot and if you have knowledge in English literature or if you're just really into these things..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,&lt;br /&gt;For all the day they view things unrespected;&lt;br /&gt;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,&lt;br /&gt;And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,&lt;br /&gt;How would thy shadow's form form happy show&lt;br /&gt;To the clear day with thy much clearer light,&lt;br /&gt;When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made&lt;br /&gt;By looking on thee in the living day,&lt;br /&gt;When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade&lt;br /&gt;Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!&lt;br /&gt;All days are nights to see till I see thee,&lt;br /&gt;And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1103642628135576920?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1103642628135576920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1103642628135576920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1103642628135576920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1103642628135576920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/sonnet-43.html' title='Sonnet 43'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-355830401975630366</id><published>2010-01-30T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T10:13:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Ways to Make Your Relationship Last  &amp; 8 Habits That Wreck Your Relationship - A must read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got this from a yahoo site and so, I decided to share it with you all..it's quite helpful for those who have issues ..haha...A divorce attorney wrote this by the way! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9 Ways to Make Your Relationship Last&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Delineate"yours," "mine," and "ours."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;If you have finances thatshould be placed in each of these three categories (for example, youhave an inheritance and he has a savings account he accumulated beforethe marriage, and you also have a checking account to which you bothcontribute), have an upfront conversation about those assets and whatbelongs to whom. Moreover, talk about your time away from "together"activities, like he wants to bowl with the guys on Tuesday nights andyou want to attend your yoga class on Wednesday. Respect theseimportant delineations. Doing so will make the relationshipstronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Carve outtime to be together&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Sure, you're busy working andattending meetings, but how important are those things if yourrelationship falls apart? Make time to do things together that you bothenjoy. This could be anything from grocery shopping to taking in amovie. Take regular vacations together -- at least a couple of longweekends and, better yet, a couple of long vacations (more than aweekend jaunt). Commit to a weekly date night and make it asunbreakable as that all-important staff meeting at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take care of yourself&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Spend time every day on yourappearance and your physical well-being. Work out regularly, eathealthy, and stay fit. Not only will your partner like looking at you,but you'll feel better about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt;Make sure communication goes both ways&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Manyrelationships fail because of misunderstandings. Effectivecommunication skills are necessary if your relationship is going tosurvive. If there is a hint or vibe that your partner is disconnectedor you are unhappy about something, do not ignore those signals orfeelings. Approach your mate and suggest an open discussion. You may befrustrated, angry, or hurt and so may he or she, but always stay calmand reasonable. Your goal should be to resolve differences, and theonly viable way of doing so is through open and directcommunication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Criticize gently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Don't judge too harshly. If youcriticize, do so in the same way you would want others to criticizeyou. Be kind and considerate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Never stop courting one another&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Gifts, compliments,and a loving embrace go a long way, especially when they are asurprise. Send unexpected greeting cards, slap a Post-It note where youknow your mate will find it, keep those flowers coming in a "justbecause" way. Treat your partner with the same courtesies you did whenyou were dating. A terrific mindset is to pretend you are trying to winyour partner all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.Keep the flame burning&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Keep your romance alivedespite the chaos and craziness life can present from living in themidst of sheer reality. Resolve to offer up romantic suggestions foryour partner's pleasure, even if only occasionally, like cooking herfavorite meal when you know she's had an impossible day, or entice himinto a bubble bath with you just for the fun of it. Little gestureslike these from time to time can ensure that the flame you once hadburns forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Spellout your terms of endearment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Call out theexpectations for one another in the form of the "terms" of yourrelationship together. Put them in a contract, if you like. Thiscontract will simply clarify and document those needs and wants thatmean a lot to you. For example, though he typically runs late, youragreement might specify those times when he agrees not to be late; shemay agree to keep her spending at a certain limit, though she typicallyhas little restraint as she traipses through the mall. Discussing theseboundaries, as well as your needs and wants, can prevent either of youfrom stepping over the line and causing irritation. It is often thedisappointments (needs and wants, gone unexpressed) that bring down arelationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.Renegotiate your contract.&lt;/em&gt; Your relationship willevolve, and your needs and wants will change right along with it. Oncea year, it's a good idea to review, update, or revise your contractwith each other -- whether it is verbal or written. Be mindful,however, not to allow such a "contract" to ruin yourrelationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 Habits That Wreck Your Relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Written&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;em class="author"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/relationships/24336/dating-tips-9-ways-to-make-your-relationship-last#author_bio"&gt;relationship expert Stacy D. Phillips for Hitched&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#1. Having an affair with his "potential"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Wantingyour man to be the best version of himself is admirable, butapproaching his looks and personality with "Extreme Makeover" ambitionwill do little more than erode his self-esteem and leave you bothfrustrated and resentful. "If you and your partner believe that lovemeans acceptance, pushing him to change and criticizing him is going tosend him the opposite message. What he hears is 'you aren't goodenough,'" says Nina Atwood, M.Ed., L.P.C., author of "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1264816249722"&gt;Temptationsof the Single Girl: The Ten Dating Traps You MustAvoid&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Howto rebuild&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; This is where the old 80-20 rule can beused to the benefit of both of you. Spend at least 80 percent of yourtime together letting your partner know all the things you adore andappreciate about him, so that when you mention something you don't like,it doesn't feel like another item on a long list offailures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="block"&gt;More Glamour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#2. Major mood swings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;We'reliving in some pretty anxiety-inducing times, and when life takes astressful turn, it's not uncommon for couples to start taking out thatstress on each other. While the occasional mood swing can -- and should-- be forgiven, being in a relationship with someone whose bad moodsoutnumber her good ones can make a man run for cover. Wouldn't you dothe same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;How torebuild:&lt;/em&gt; The next time you catch yourself taking adownturn, take a moment to consider what kind of impact your moods arehaving on your man and the relationship. "If a woman is too moody, westart to walk on eggshells because we just don't want to deal with thedrama," says Matt, 31, of San Diego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#3. Gossip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Talkingto pals about your love life&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a normalpart of friendship, but if you're calling your BFF, your sister, andyour mom every time your man pisses you off, you're not only going towind up embarrassed when the storm passes, you'll also find yourself ina relationship with someone who feels violated and judged. "As acouple, private information should stay private or you risk damagingyour reputation as a couple, which in turn may isolate you from othersand sever your relationship," says Dan Schawbel, personal brandingexpert and author of "&lt;a href="http://shopping.yahoo.com/p:Me%202.0%3A%20Build%20a%20Powerful%20Brand%20to%20Achieve%20Career%20Success:3005887261"&gt;Me:2.0.&lt;/a&gt;" Remember that word of mouth is a powerful force, andit can hurt your reputation if your mate or others brand you asuntrustworthy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;How torebuild:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The next time you log on to his computer andfind an improper download, resist the urge to get on the phone and ventto your top five. Instead, sit down and talk things out with the oneperson who can help you work through it. If you're not sure how toapproach him about a certain topic, sit down and write him a letter.(Helpful hint: Sit on it for 24 hours to make sure it says what youreally want to say and isn't just filled with angry words andblame.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#4. Melodrama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Ifyou're calling him in tears every time your coworker irritates you,deleting him from Facebook during every argument, and threatening to endthe relationship over him leaving the toilet seat up (again!), he mightstart looking for a new leading lady. "Men have a tendency to reallylike low-maintenance girls when it comes to relationships," saysKristian, 35, of New York City. "We're pretty lazy in general, and it'sexhausting when you need to work so hard to make someone happy and calmthem down every day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Howto rebuild:&lt;/em&gt; Save the details of your office drama forbrunch with the girls, and the next time you feel your inner HeidiMontag moving center stage, take a deep breath and rate the situationon a scale from 1 to 10. If it scores below a 5, let it go and saveaward-worthy performances for anything above a 9 (cheating, insultingyour boss at your holiday party, etc.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#5. "Mom-ing" him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Yourman loves his mama and he loves you, but when you're the one tellinghim to stop playing Guitar Hero, scoffing at his lack of manners, orinforming him he can't go out with his pals because he has a "big daytomorrow," it's anything but appealing. He'll not only resent thatyou're trying to control him, but he'll also likely do what allchildren do when they're being reprimanded -- rebel. "Scolding your matecreates an unhealthy dynamic of parent-child relationship, whichautomatically puts your partner into a child role and you into the roleof mom," says Jeannine Estes, M.A, a marriage and family therapist andauthor of "Relationships in the Raw." "Children often do the oppositewhen they feel as if they don't have a choice, and this is similar forcouples."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;How torebuild:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Instead of scolding or telling him what todo or not do, try to ask for your needs in a clear and respectful wayand avoid using the 'mother' tone," says Estes. "Share with yourpartner the importance of your needs rather than demanding or scoffingat what he has or hasn't done right. Also, scolding him like you arehis mother can put you in a parent role, carrying the relationshipwithout any assistance or partnership."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#6. Too much together time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Spendingtime with your guy is one of the best parts of being in a relationship,but there's a big difference between bonding and being joined at thehip. "Many men are attracted to secure, independent women," says StaceyRosenfeld, Ph.D, a New York City psychologist. "Once in relationships,women may tend to become more dependent, to demand more time andattention of their partners. This can represent a problem, as often menneed more space than women."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Howto rebuild:&lt;/em&gt; Remind your guy of the independent andfabulous woman he was initially attracted to by indulging in yourfavorite pastimes and enjoying your friends without him every once in awhile. By flashing your independence, you'll not only give him a chanceto miss you but also have interesting things to share with him when youmeet up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#7. Jealousy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Helets you know how much he loves you constantly, but that doesn't stopyou from checking his phone when he's in the shower or sending everypretty girl he talks to eye-daggers. Although a tiny bit of jealousy ina relationship is normal, accusing your man of cheating and questioninghis whereabouts every time he walks in will have him feelingcontrolled, manipulated, and insulted. "Jealousy in a relationship, oreven personally, is the spiritual equivalent of dumping hydrochloricacid on the person," says 33-year-old Marc from Los Angeles. "Just sitback and prepare for the disintegration."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Howto rebuild:&lt;/em&gt; Unless your man has said or done things tomake you suspicious, your jealousy is more about your relationship withyourself than you two as a couple. Back away from his computer andcheck out your own history. Were you betrayed in the past? Did you growup in a household where the fidelity vows were broken? There might beways in which you are allowing unresolved issues from your past todictate your present behavior. If you don't feel you can overcome thegreen monster on your own, don't be afraid to reach out to a qualifiedcounselor who can help you identify the sources of your insecurity andwork through them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;#8. Getting too comfortable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Inthe beginning of a relationship, both parties make sure to look and acttheir best, but as time moves on, the sweatpants come out and routinetakes over. "People tend to get lazy in their relationships, and whileit's good to be comfortable, no one wants to be boring or to be bored,"says Lissa Coffey, author of "&lt;a href="http://shopping.yahoo.com/p:What%27s%20Your%20Dosha%2C%20Baby%3F%3A%20Discover%20the%20Vedic%20Way%20for%20Compatibility%20in%20Life%20and%20Love:3002830271"&gt;What'sYour Dosha, Baby? Discover the Vedic Way for Compatibility in Life andLove&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Howto rebuild:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Men love to be seduced and romanced asmuch as we do, and part of what makes the courtship phase ofrelationships so fun is the experience of uncovering the mystery ofanother and trying new things together. "When a woman stops making aneffort to look nice for her man and expects him to take care of all thestuff in the romance department, a man begins to feel taken for grantedand thinks that she doesn't care about impressing him anymore," saysBrian, 30, of New York City. Show your guy he's still worth the effortby surprising him with a break from the ratty T-shirt you wear to bed,a sweet note, or planning a special night out for him "just because."He'll not only appreciate it, he'll also reciprocate -- and that's agive and take to get excited about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well then,there you have it.It might not be all cut out for each and one of us but it really helps. It made me look back and think about my relationship. Besides all those tips above, the one thing that I value most in my relationship is coming clean and &lt;/i&gt;solving argument issues/problems.It really helps in understanding each other more if you sit it out with your beau and just talk about the issues that you are both having. I know it doesn't work all the time but at least try. And men out there, we know you dislike that idea but don't be affraid to try it. being quiet and non responsive to any issue is more likely to take an effect in your relationship. Like the experts say, 2 way communication helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh well, I gotta get going. Gonna prep up for my day out. Yeay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Baby, I love you"...with a smile and a bite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;-lyndz- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-355830401975630366?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/355830401975630366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=355830401975630366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/355830401975630366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/355830401975630366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-ways-to-make-your-relationship-last-8.html' title='9 Ways to Make Your Relationship Last  &amp; 8 Habits That Wreck Your Relationship - A must read'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7790417084682733428</id><published>2010-01-19T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:49:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wolf Pack</title><content type='html'>They might be new in my life but we sure do share a bonding that is beyond all things explainable to mankind. It's the type of bond that you have with your siblings..or a pack..yeah..like a pack of wolves to be exact. To the people that don't know them well, you might think they are ordinary.Truth is, indeed they are but books should never be judged by it's cover. This is especially for them. Who protected me and the rest of the pack. Kudos to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Amirul&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S0Ir5noxx_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YNK-ee0y5kg/s1600-h/Ami.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S0Ir5noxx_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YNK-ee0y5kg/s320/Ami.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Azizul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S0IssISxbyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mJIGXIcVxm0/s1600-h/P1210995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S0IssISxbyI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mJIGXIcVxm0/s320/P1210995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amir ( Soulja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S1SZ82pap0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZFyhmXw50_8/s1600-h/soulja+boi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S1SZ82pap0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZFyhmXw50_8/s320/soulja+boi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not forgetting ..Apit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S1SbCW7u_SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aA333E2VkB0/s1600-h/P1220489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S1SbCW7u_SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aA333E2VkB0/s320/P1220489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the old ones are not forgotten! There's plenty more to come but I just wanted to post this first . One thing's fa sho, they did make quite an impact in my life. All of it mattered the most right after RTW 2009. Thanks bros!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Kecik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7790417084682733428?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7790417084682733428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7790417084682733428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7790417084682733428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7790417084682733428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-wolf-pack.html' title='My Wolf Pack'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/S0Ir5noxx_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/YNK-ee0y5kg/s72-c/Ami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-9144308923460829</id><published>2009-11-16T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:07:34.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di kala Isnin Datang dan Berlalu</title><content type='html'>Mungkin ia tiada kaitan dengan tajuk di atas. Mungkin ada juga..dan mungkin memang tiada. Hanya si penulis blog ini yang tahu. Dengan berbekalkan ilham dari Gudang Garam , ideaku melimpah-limpah tapi setakat ini, tak banyak yang ingin disampaikan. Cuma buah fikiran seseorang yang sedang kesepian. Tiada panggilan dari kawan mahupun teman. Tak apa..I'll just wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi, I think I woke up in the wrong side of the bed..Or was it the anxiety that killed me first thing in the morning? Menunggu text dari seseorang yang amat dicintai. Salahku juga kerana lambat membalas pesanannya malam sebelumnya. Ku terjaga dalam kira-kira pukul 6.30 pagi dan well the rest is history. Aku hanya boleh katakan "I'm sorry for what I did this morning. For being a total bitch .For disappointing you. I love you with every beat of my small heart". Some say it's mostly my fault while others say it's not intentional and it was just a total coincidence tapi I still feel the aftershock of it.Thanks to my anxiety attack (if that even exists) and the guilt I felt..aku hanya dapat mengalirkan air mata sambil memikirkan kesudahan alternatif pagiku. "If only I was there..." hanyalah kata-kata yang mampu aku bisikkan di sebalik air mata yang mula berkumpul di mataku.Shit happens..hidup la katakan..Walaupun surprise Baby tak menjadi,namun aku terharu dengan usahanya and for that, I thank him and I am sure he knows how much I appreciate him amidst all the verbal wars and emotional meltdowns with myself or the people around me..Oh well, kita tingalkan sajalah cerita itu sampai di sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so caught up with our material lives the we tend to get involved in cases of "concerns and neglect" a lot of times..in our daily lives..Neglect in the terms of forgetting other people..or even minimizing their involvement in our daily lives just because..of some certain 'inevitable' facts. And well,this is where the heartless human actions come in...It's even available online and on the streets. Whispered and told by others too.. Tak percaya, buka la mata tu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, apa yang ku bisa katakan hanyalah - "That's life!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih lagi banyak persoalan yang bermain di fikiran but I haven't got much time to do so..need to harvest my crops and reply comments in FB &amp;amp; MS..damn! Speaking about being caught up with cyberspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-9144308923460829?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9144308923460829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=9144308923460829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/9144308923460829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/9144308923460829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/di-kala-isnin-datang-dan-berlalu.html' title='Di kala Isnin Datang dan Berlalu'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3478300312446117458</id><published>2009-10-18T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:17:23.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Thirty Eight</title><content type='html'>It's been ten minutes since I posted that title . I don't even know why I want to post a new blog. I just feel like doing it. Perhaps for the sake of feeling alone? It's so quite here..all I can hear is the Tv and some cheap fireworks outside my house. Oh yeah,dad just sneezed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well turn the music on and wait for words to fill me up..Hmm..okay. Thoughts about my life came streaming in like a river full of fertile salmons swimming upstream to mate. You probably don't get what I'm trying to convey but never mind. You don't have to understand. All I wanna do is release all those thoughts and put them down into words but I don't quite know where to start. I don't even know if I want to talk about it now. All I know is that I am missing my beau so much that it feels like I haven't seen him in ages. Honestly, no matter how long I spend time with him, it's just not adequate,not enough!!! 24 hours can pass like 24 minutes when we are together. How dreadful it feels whenever my hand is not held by the only man who has 100% of my heart. Baybee, I miss you so effin much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Monday to fret about. I hate it. I hate Mondays. They rarely never fail to bring me down.&amp;nbsp; A lot of work to do and shit knows what issues will just pop out again like effin shrooms tomorrow. Work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help to think about where my life takes me next. Trust me, it might look easy being me but it's far more complicated than that and the only person at this moment who is aware of my inner struggles is my beau. He's helped me go through hard times.&amp;nbsp; A lot. My girls are not that convenient to be reached at the moment so all I have is my baby. Thing is, what do I really want to do when I quit my job? What's in store for me in the future? Would everything be better? Those questions scare me a lot so I don't think I want to even answer those and I don't even want to dive into those thoughts. My head is just so full of questions that are unanswered and riddled . It's just tiring to think about it but what can I do? I'm sorry for thinking too much about things..it's stupid ,I know but..that's just my vice. Shitty, i know! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can&amp;nbsp; I blab about? Well, myspace is getting really quite lately..perhaps it's due to the on-going FB phenomenon. One thing's for sure though, Myspace is def more stylish than FB! haha..I don't think I have anything else to say right now. Too tired..till my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo AD (Anne Dsycalculia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3478300312446117458?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3478300312446117458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3478300312446117458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3478300312446117458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3478300312446117458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-thirty-eight.html' title='Ten Thirty Eight'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7935798752965981464</id><published>2009-09-09T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:39:41.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's - My Version (Copied from Hani Oren )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="pBlogBody_507585375" class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;A - AVAILABLE: NO!!! taken by Ahmad Syukri Tajalli *LOVE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - BIRTHDAY: 28th April 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - CRUSHING ON: (Refer to A) &amp;amp; Channing Tatum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: Strawberry Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO: mostly everyone that I'm close with but the EASIEST out of them all would be my babybear (Refer to A again) , Lia, Mira and Mimsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - FAVORITE SONG: currently into "Nothing Left", "Room 409" , most of BMTH's song bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS: Gummy Bears [they look cuter]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - HOMETOWN: Haha..miles and miles away from Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - IN LOVE WITH: Ahmad Syukri Tajalli - the most amazing person in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - JUNGLE: LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - KILLED SOMEONE: you mean killed them with my smile,right? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - LONGEST CAR RIDE: from penang to Phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- MILKSHAKE FLAVOR: chocolate,of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: just 2 (including me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - ONE WISH: That I Will Settled Down with Someone I really-really LOVE and for a better tomorrow [ I know that's 2 :P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - PERSON YOU CALLED LAST: Hmm..probably the reservation of a hotel :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE: Being alive and kickin to see my babybear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD: Can't remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 6.30++ [ I received a wake up call from someone ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - VEGETABLE(S): hmm...good for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - WORST HABIT: ask the closest people that knows me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-RAYS YOU HAD: when I was suffering from an extreme back ache years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y – YO-YO'S ARE: so lame! Bring on PSP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7935798752965981464?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7935798752965981464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7935798752965981464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7935798752965981464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7935798752965981464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/abcs-my-version-copied-from-hani-oren.html' title='ABC&apos;s - My Version (Copied from Hani Oren )'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1222387902518086654</id><published>2009-05-04T22:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:02:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whether anyone reads this or not is not a fucking big deal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I wish everyday was a holiday. Not the kind of holiday though where you don't get to work and stuff but that feeling you get when you're in a holiday. Carefree..nothing much to worry about..but then again, that wouldn't be labeled as "living",would it? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As usual, I have a fuck load of things floating in my mind right now and I don't even know where to start. Should I talk about the first thing that crosses my mind? Yes?! No?! Gosh..if it wasn't for these stupid emotions though, I wouldn't be alive . Yet there are just times when I feel like abstinence from emotion is the best antidote. If anyone reads this, they're probably baffled about what I'm really trying to convey but whatever.. If they think I'm talking crap then they would have left my page even before they finished reading this sentence but to those who didn't, Kudos to them for putting up with me and my issues. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First of all, lets start with something really easy . Let's talk about my day for instance (sigh). I woke up with the sound of my alarm and it kind of surprised me that I did wake up but then I fell asleep again so I wasn't that proud of myself . I woke up at 7.09am instead of 6.30am. Gives me the guilty feeling cause due to my lethargic state of mind, she was late for work. Weird thing was, I wasn't late and I'm the one who works further away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Work was alright and there's nothing much that I want to talk about when it comes to that so let's just move on with the story. Ok, so after work Bie and I decided to go for a short food trip and the next thing we know, we were in front of Pavilion. I had no idea why we were so eager to go there in the first place. Perhaps it was just another camouflage that my head thought of . Another reason to remind myself of the times I spent with my dear beau there (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We were walking around Food Republic when I came across the shop that I had been eying on for several times every time we went there. Aah, there they were..on a white plastic tray. Waiting for me to look on their way. It took me quite some time to notice how adorable they were and I did have second thoughts on getting them. My gluttony was telling me that it couldn't wait to devour it but my sensible head was telling me not to buy it as it would only make me feel bad about spending a lot for that certain thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To no avail, I followed my gluttony instead and decided to buy them. The tiny ones cost me RM 1.23 per piece and the small sized once  was RM 1.90 per piece. I bought myself 6 pieces of those sweet sin and I had to pay RM 8.72 in total. I just took  2 of the small sized ones and the other 4 was tiny. I felt really dreadful afterward cause I knew it was too expensive for m sensible head to accept. It was yet another battle of the heart and head. Damn it! I just  calmed myself by telling myself that it was alright and perhaps it was worth it cuz they were delicious but my head was still fighting back. Here are some of the pics by the way,in case you were wondering how they looked like. The icing was a bit melted though from the heat and it was a lil disarranged from the travel back home . It's not that I don't like them or anything but I really got to spend my money like how I used to. Why can I save RM10 then and not now? Gluttony! That's why!! Grrrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NNCvXl_I/AAAAAAAAANc/RpL9R8Ofops/s1600-h/P1180080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NNCvXl_I/AAAAAAAAANc/RpL9R8Ofops/s200/P1180080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995001554966514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NM11ISTI/AAAAAAAAANU/kFOEHYQXwi4/s1600-h/P1180082.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Nrb-a9dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fWrgwZh1T2g/s1600-h/P1180057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Nrb-a9dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fWrgwZh1T2g/s200/P1180057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995523725063634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NNd7pwRI/AAAAAAAAANk/kuncWIby2Ho/s1600-h/P1180077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NNd7pwRI/AAAAAAAAANk/kuncWIby2Ho/s200/P1180077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995008854245650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Nrb-a9dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/fWrgwZh1T2g/s1600-h/P1180057.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NrL1iH_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ozWgmA3a_5s/s1600-h/P1180067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NrL1iH_I/AAAAAAAAANs/ozWgmA3a_5s/s200/P1180067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995519392817138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NM11ISTI/AAAAAAAAANU/kFOEHYQXwi4/s1600-h/P1180082.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NM11ISTI/AAAAAAAAANU/kFOEHYQXwi4/s200/P1180082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331994998089468210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NrQU0wDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fiDY7uYC-DA/s1600-h/P1180056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NrQU0wDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fiDY7uYC-DA/s200/P1180056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331995520597803058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talking about food sure made me forget my main concern. Yeah i still have a lot of things to talk about. Damn! That's the price you pay for not blogging for a long time! Pfftt! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, next point : FUTURE. I don't hate that word either but thinking too much about it scares the shit out of me. Even though I did achieve quite a few things in life that I could be proud of but it's never enough. Why? It's all thanks to the ever growing demand of higher education qualifications and parental/personal standards. Screw it all,if you ask me. I'm just stuck in a stuppa . Unable to determine my next step. I want to continue my studies for degree but I just have a lot of questions about that . And talk about money!! 1 course could cost you a fortune. And yeah i know, people might think " what's all the worry? She's working, her parents can afford it bla bla bla" but the reality is, it's never enough. The biggest hurdle? I can't even apply for an edu load just because I'm not a Malaysian. Do you honestly think it's easy being a foreigner ? Perhaps it would be if we were among the Expat circle of life! Pftt..puhleasee! My parents aren't into those sort of things!But what do they have to worry about? They have heaps of money to spend anyways! Downside of it is though,the kids get weirder and perhaps snootier ha ha!! No offense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am thankful for the life God has given me but,just like any humans would feel,it is still not enough. With the amount of pressure I have on my shoulders to burden, how am I gonna get through this? Bie and I still have to keep up to the 'high standards' that our cousins have set and which my mother takes pride at. Nothing would happen if i just kept on talking and not doing anything about it though so I better just shut up and start doing something about it. I just have to make sure Bie gets to college soon. For her sake, I would sacrifice my own priorities just so she could get to a higher level. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh damn..This is one helluva-long blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe not..but anyhow, lets change the topic again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pics below were taken on Rachael's last day in the office. I am definitely gonna miss that Baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U2bo75NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rVJihke0Ef0/s1600-h/P1180005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U2bo75NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rVJihke0Ef0/s200/P1180005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332003409194902738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U17guhJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/afYC9O8HZQU/s1600-h/P1180012.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U1k8t7xI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hOydslaADmM/s1600-h/P1170998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U1k8t7xI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hOydslaADmM/s200/P1170998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332003394513923858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U2DsIftI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qfYn_R3cQos/s1600-h/P1180006.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U2DsIftI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qfYn_R3cQos/s200/P1180006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332003402765860562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U17guhJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/afYC9O8HZQU/s1600-h/P1180012.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8U17guhJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/afYC9O8HZQU/s200/P1180012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332003400570537106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of Baby, click &lt;a href="http://www.aimini.net/view/?fid=cnoxvyc7flzRGJX6BRIR"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;  or just press "play on the widget" to check out the song that my beau has done. He gave it to me as a birthday pressie together with another valuable material ( P &amp;amp; C ,mind you! ) It was taken from a poem that meant a lot to him, which i wrote entitled Midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://x.o.n.c.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.o.n.c.aimini.net/play/?fid=cnoxvyc7flzRGJX6BRIR&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://x.o.n.c.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.o.n.c.aimini.net/play/?fid=cnoxvyc7flzRGJX6BRIR&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And check-out some of the pics from my Birthday too! We had dinner at Bangkok Conexxion &amp;amp; hung out at the lounge bar in Corus Hotel. Tita's aquaintances were the entertainers there so I had a complimentary get-ur-ass-up-on-stage-and-we'll-sing-you-happy-birthday treatment hehe! Drinks courtesy by my beloved Tito Orly whom I look up to as father figure number 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xtj4Q8AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZOiaDJ1DysY/s1600-h/P1170966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xtj4Q8AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZOiaDJ1DysY/s200/P1170966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006555322740738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8XuAsqa4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5P39tLws5tE/s1600-h/P1170957.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8XuAsqa4I/AAAAAAAAAO0/5P39tLws5tE/s200/P1170957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006563058707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xtzq4PEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Qs9rvaTtYXw/s1600-h/P1170891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xtzq4PEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Qs9rvaTtYXw/s200/P1170891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006559561563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8ZKlIhqBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/roxL-Zj0p-Q/s1600-h/P1170944.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xuja1c-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/kHbdEzk2loU/s1600-h/P1170969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8Xuja1c-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/kHbdEzk2loU/s200/P1170969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006572379173858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8ZKlIhqBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/roxL-Zj0p-Q/s1600-h/P1170944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8ZKlIhqBI/AAAAAAAAAPM/roxL-Zj0p-Q/s200/P1170944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332008153387214866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8XuUJgvRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ITAOO2ljP9M/s1600-h/P1170940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8XuUJgvRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ITAOO2ljP9M/s200/P1170940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006568279981330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I effin love this girl for standing out among the rest! Cheers and Kudos to Salin for having a tremendous talent! Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SytZ1gzNok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7SytZ1gzNok&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, I think that's about it for the day!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1222387902518086654?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1222387902518086654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1222387902518086654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1222387902518086654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1222387902518086654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/whether-anyone-reads-this-or-not-i-not.html' title='Whether anyone reads this or not is not a fucking big deal.'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/Sf8NNCvXl_I/AAAAAAAAANc/RpL9R8Ofops/s72-c/P1180080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-8996467230949776793</id><published>2009-03-30T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:53:51.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When A girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When a GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is not arguing ; she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks at u with eyes full of questions ;she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ; she is not fine at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; stares at you ; she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lays on your chest ; she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants to see you everyday; she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says ' I love you ' ; she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says ' I miss you ' ; no one in this world can miss you more than  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A great guy is someone &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Who kisses your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-8996467230949776793?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8996467230949776793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=8996467230949776793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8996467230949776793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8996467230949776793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-girl.html' title='When A girl'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3927902012204175705</id><published>2009-03-26T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:18:24.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINE WORDS WOMEN USE   : so true!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; That's Okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; Is a woman's way of saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128);"&gt; F--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; Don't worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 32, 96);"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 63, 0);"&gt; Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3927902012204175705?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3927902012204175705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3927902012204175705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3927902012204175705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3927902012204175705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/nine-words-women-use-so-true.html' title='NINE WORDS WOMEN USE   : so true!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4187986146981379442</id><published>2009-03-23T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:37:48.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity.A Saturday I Could Never Forget</title><content type='html'>I've been utterly depressed since last night . It was a call that I did not want to answer. A call that I was not even expecting. As I was chatting the night away with Topeq (who's flying to Japan later today), I received a call from an unknown number. The call was too quick for my brain to scan every single word that the person was saying even though the speed of his speech was slow. "Shook accident" .."kereta langgar motor".. "kaki kiri dia patah" were the only sentences that I could remember. I held back my tears and agony of hearing the news yet my sister can clearly see my pain. "what?".."serious?" "jangan main-main"..those were the words that I uttered. His brother told me that he was not joking . At that very moment, I felt like my blood flushed out of my body. It also felt like I was robbed or held hostage.Insanity.I was unstable. I've never been in a position where I became really helpless. What was I going to do? He's a hundred miles away from me and it is very impossible to just rush there. And even if I did, I'm gonna have to face my parents who objects to me having a love life and getting there was another obstacle. I felt really tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly told Topeq about it and he tried to calm me down. Even Emi and Bie tried but the panic attack was too intense and at some point I felt like I was gonna pass out any time . I couldn't sit still. There would be times when I would stand up and just mumble . God, I don't even remember the words that came out of my mouth. I do remember crying. I needed reassurance that he was alright. I received another call and it was him. The reason I am still breathing. With a faint voice he told me how painful it was . Hearing him on the other line relieved me a little but it was still not enough. I wanted to see him. God knows how much I really do but I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, as I woke up, he texted me saying only those three words that make me tick. He still does love me. Some of the texts made me cry though as I could not help but imagine what he said. Even when I was in the church, when my parents asked why I kept on crying, I  just looked at them and shook my head with a whispery voice saying "nothing". I prayed for his well being every chance I had. Prayed hard yet I still couldn't stop my tears from flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after the mass had ended, I told them that a friend of mine was involved in an accident. God! Only God knows how much it hurts to say "Friend' instead of the truth. I can't tell them the truth either because I know that it means trouble and Dad will kill me,for sure! Utterly helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he already told his dad about me and it scares the hell out of me about what they would think. I know where I stand but I would do anything to prove to anyone how much I really love him. It's not about anything in material. It's all about what I feel. What he feels for me as well . This is by far one of my darkest hours. Whenever he felt down, I tried my best to suck it all up and stay positive for him. I need him to be strong for me cause I know I'm not. I don't even dare to think about it negatively but I can't help it that I think about things more negatively. I'm not an optimistic person to be frank. So, it scares the hell out of me to think about the worst-case scenario .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's going for an operation today. I don't know exactly what time and which part of his left leg but all I can do is pray and wish. I hope all of you who's reading this would pray for him too. For him to recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this nightmare ends, I will just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang, I know you can't read this but I want you to know that I got your back no matter what. I can't shake it with you through our secret handshake but it's a commitment that I'm willing to take. As you know, I love you so much and I'll do whatever it takes for sunshine to rise again in our side . I can't promise but I'll try. And I'll try to be strong for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4187986146981379442?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4187986146981379442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4187986146981379442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4187986146981379442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4187986146981379442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/insanitya-saturday-i-could-never-forget.html' title='Insanity.A Saturday I Could Never Forget'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7734892342102738443</id><published>2009-02-16T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:57:41.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random 2</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in my PMS cycle. I seem to be easily ticked off lately and it bothers me. I prefer being in a good mood but this irrelevant anger inside me just won't give up easily. Blame the hormones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like any other day. I was late to work though due to the inevitably slow traffic movements and my own bad timing. Work was alright but I wished that the contract rates from Philly &amp;amp; Indonesia would be pouring in cause that would've really really made my day. It wouldn't be a waste then sending them countless emails! I had my fair share of Double Cheese burger thanks to McD's latest marketing strategy for lunch with Kak Liza. She had her dose of Fillet - O- Fish though.Going home from work was even better! He came down to see me even if it was for a while. It was definitely worth it. I didn't mind waiting for him for a few minutes outisde the office. I was lucky that my 'big bro' was there to stand with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to the pharmacy to buy my hair conditioner and my Garnier ( can't leave without em). It gave me a reason to just spend my time with him. God knows how it makes me feel inside. And he looked uber lush with that shirt that he wore. Oh,he really knows what I wanted to see ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked from the pharmacy to the walkway along Jalan Bulan..walked past The Federal and took the shortcut to Imbi Plaza. The journey to the LRT station was filled with our constant talking and exchanged laughs as we always do. We talked a bit before I went inside the station and one guard just had to ruin the 2nd hug that he gave me. He even blew his whistle to startle us. Infidel! What's wrong with a hug? Others can just suck the life out of their lover's faces and out of all the people,why me? Why us? It was more of like a lighter deja vu of what happened 2 years ago in a shoe shop in Times Square. That incident was even more humiliating than what happened today. That bitter old brute was just a total KJ! Screw him with a drill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, no matter what happened..it was him that mattered the most. I'm glad I could give him the card that I meant to give 2 days ago and getting the reaction I wanted was precisely the cherry on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's midnight now and I really need my rest. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7734892342102738443?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7734892342102738443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7734892342102738443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7734892342102738443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7734892342102738443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-2.html' title='Random 2'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3495526717195452222</id><published>2009-02-09T21:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:39:28.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3EqofweI/AAAAAAAAAMU/W9X0SukM2yQ/s1600-h/maryLyndz2.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3EqofweI/AAAAAAAAAMU/W9X0SukM2yQ/s200/maryLyndz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797314718220770" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA2zlP8e0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/nPiegJq47KM/s1600-h/maryLynd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA2zlP8e0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/nPiegJq47KM/s200/maryLynd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797021215292226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3EqofweI/AAAAAAAAAMU/W9X0SukM2yQ/s1600-h/maryLyndz2.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3E641gmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RH_vTnXrbZw/s1600-h/mary-lyndz1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3E641gmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RH_vTnXrbZw/s200/mary-lyndz1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797319081722466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I officially met her  on the second day of Chinese New Year. I had to watch Anjung Guesthouse and fill in for Florence who was on leave. I have seen her a couple of times the day before but we didn't converse. It only happened on that day when she approached me on the reception table and asked me about calling the airport to make sure that her flight to Melbourne the next day wont be delayed . At first I thought she was going to check out lol! Right. so I gave her the contact numbers but she couldn't call em for some reason. I offered to call the airport for her . Right after I hung -up and told her the details. I started to open up a conversation with her and since then, we couldn't stop talking. I got hungry and it was way past my lunch but I decided to call McD and well the rest is history. That evening, after Rish took over the shift, I went out with her and hung out at Pizza Hut . We had a blast with just talking and laughing our ass off. It always made me laugh whenever she tells me something like " your the most normal person I met here" lol sorta like that..Though it might not be the exact words that she used but hey,it's sufficient. The next day, she came by to see me before she left for Melbourne and we had lunch together in KFC. I so can't believe that the short length of time together made me felt like we knew each other longer.. I am so glad to have met her and I definitely had fun hanging out with her. I wonder when will I get to see her again. Though I'd wanna visit her someday in Edin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary.. I miss you loads! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mimsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBTSAOukdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tC0vwtneHac/s1600-h/P1150925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBTSAOukdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tC0vwtneHac/s200/P1150925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300828330179596754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBRuYQBujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s4T73C3OGoo/s1600-h/DSC_2975.JPG"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBSzT5CkqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/l_9T-2e77Js/s1600-h/DSC_3123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBSzT5CkqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/l_9T-2e77Js/s200/DSC_3123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300827802881397410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBRuYQBujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s4T73C3OGoo/s1600-h/DSC_2975.JPG"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBRuYQBujI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s4T73C3OGoo/s200/DSC_2975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300826618640579122" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last time I saw her was before she left my house after coming back from our day out in Sunway Lagoon. We drove there and met up with her beau and his friends about an hour later. It was generally a great day but I'm a total KJ (kill-joy) when it comes to those amusement park rides and unfortunately (out of sheer selfishness that i myself did not realize) I kind of ruined my bestie's time with her beau with my emo moments. I admit, I was a total dimwit for letting my emotions control the moment but it was just unbearable at that time. The thought of having him there with me overpowered the promise that I made with him. For those accounts, I apologized to my bestie. The highlight of our day was getting minor bruises and wounds from sliding on the kiddie slide (way to go ,Lyndz! ) . I admit that what we did was stupid but at least it was fun and I kept my promise to have fun.  I'm counting on the day that my girl and I will see each other again. Seeing her laugh at me and my (sometimes) stupid jokes just makes me feel at ease. Oh and the day before we went to Sunway, we went to get our hair cut together . Her fringe was not really the way she wanted but I think she still looks lovely :) . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need not worry love, it will grow soon! *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYYLvcu2I/AAAAAAAAANM/anKlLJ6-wUg/s1600-h/P1150852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYYLvcu2I/AAAAAAAAANM/anKlLJ6-wUg/s200/P1150852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300833933906983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYXkkJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ebC3A3DQQg8/s1600-h/P1150876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYXkkJ-3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/ebC3A3DQQg8/s200/P1150876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300833923390634866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYX3HgXVI/AAAAAAAAANE/khYbZ865wWw/s1600-h/P1150861.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZBYX3HgXVI/AAAAAAAAANE/khYbZ865wWw/s200/P1150861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300833928370740562" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She was here last month for her leave.It was great cuz we got to spend more time together. Went to a gig and I knew she had a blast. Then again, no thanks to me, she was mistaken for a lesbian  by Ga's friend. It was all because I was 'canoodling' a lot with her and there was too much physical thing goin on between the two of us .But honestly, we're so used to those behaviour with each other and well perhaps people who did not know us well would really think that either one or both perhaps of us were lesbians. Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we had a lil' reunion in Pavillion with our college mates and had lunch in TGI Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the next day! The food was awesome and as usual, I was the source of entertainment ! haha.. Right after the girls went off their separate ways, Lia,my sister and Ga decided to watch a movie but we had no idea about what movie to watch. To our surprise, we acquired 3 Free tickets to watch IP Man from 3 teens who decided to bail out cause they had to hurry home. We had to buy another ticket though for my sis . Right after the movie was over, we walked around the mall and signed up for this free pic thingy and they printed 4 copies for each of us for free. It was one of the greatest weekends so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are a bunch of other people that I miss too but I don't have enough time to write all of it down so here is my Miss List :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ga (IMY 24/7! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bambam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;other close friends not mentioned above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;family friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should stop for now. It's almost 1 am and I still have to work later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lyndz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3495526717195452222?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3495526717195452222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3495526717195452222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3495526717195452222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3495526717195452222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss.html' title='I Miss'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SZA3EqofweI/AAAAAAAAAMU/W9X0SukM2yQ/s72-c/maryLyndz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3142759085634100124</id><published>2008-12-30T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:46:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year awaits!</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I posted a blog?? Gosh, it certainly felt like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more minutes till 2008 ends. I thank God for all the things that I have gone through this year. Even the hard times that made me stronger and better. I've been in a lot of ups and downs this year and no matter how painful a certain memory can be, I can only look forward and take it as a stumble in my life. Why turn back when all you can do is move forward,right? It's the wrong things that makes us strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure do have a lot to be thankful for rather than the opposite of it. Ha-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick list of the things that happened this year that I find quite memorable in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, I cant really remember what happened along this month except for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Left hangin' like a rope on a New Year's Day &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phuket&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; with my college friends and lecturers which included getting 'high' on booze and table top dancing. And who could ever forget the "Yeah you're like a bitch" incident that happened between me and Lia (made me not talk to her and it hurt a lot but all's good now ).&lt;br /&gt;- A month full of guilt from breaking a guy's heart. ( I'm sorry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Possibly my first gig without Mimsy by my side but was with Lia and Mia instead to support &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wingman Yas&lt;/span&gt; and his band perform *Bunyi Volume 1 *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;met&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jiji &amp;amp; Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liyanafnd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Met the one and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bebot &amp;amp; Bambam&lt;/span&gt; in ASiS and I was with Mimsy and Mia that time. I even saw the guy that Mimsy was crazy about last year. Ehem..lol!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;The month I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topeq&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shook&lt;/span&gt;. That duo really knows how to crack me up! It also happened to be Lia's 2nd gig with me by her side.&lt;br /&gt;- Started workin' at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRWE&lt;/span&gt; with my Tita Elvs a week ( I guess ) before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- Lia slept over for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;- Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sya&lt;/span&gt; :) who happens to be the cutest person I have ever met while I was working with SRWE and she brightens up my day with her 'Escapism' lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- The month I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; : In a bus ( u 66 ) from PJ to KL Sentral. The bus was packed of people and I just had the urge to talk to her. She was standing in front of me and I just started talking to her. I was on the way to a gig and she was on the way to meet up with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;- Gigs &amp;amp; gigs ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;First ever photo shoot for a talent agency. what an experience. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Trip to Hong Kong/ Macau with my class . We 'strolled' in and out of the casinos in Macau, learned the stories behind Hong Kong's famous buildings and more walks!&lt;br /&gt;- Angel saw me inside the bus but I did not notice her. She thought that my face looked familiar. I on the other hand, had only noticed her when I managed to take a seat. She was in front of me..holding an empty black board . We were both unsure that we have met before so I didn't really had the courage to talk to her. I got out of the bus and I walked with earphone on my ears, not really aware of my surrounding. I felt someone tap my shoulder &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( I think that was she did)&lt;/span&gt; and when I looked to my right, I saw her and she quickly asked me, " You're Linda,right??"&lt;br /&gt;My reaction was.." Oh yeah!! It's you!" and from there..we started talking and talking..exchanged numbers and the rest was history.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Sorry Babe, I forgot your name that day eheee..)&lt;/span&gt;. It was effin cool to meet her again. Now that's what I call destiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started working with the current company that I'm working with.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched CHEER 08 @ Bukit Jalil with the one and only Bebot&lt;br /&gt;-More gigs perhaps?? ha-ha..I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;- Dad had to go to Philly for almost a month to take care of my ill aunt.&lt;br /&gt;- Met Bambam's friends during our lunch together : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epit&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Had sore eyes during my 2nd photo shoot and it had to be postponed due to my condition.&lt;br /&gt;- Lost my favorite purple heels at KAMI the Gig in Ruums. It was also the venue where I met plenty of other people such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alif&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adyb&lt;/span&gt; (who happens to be friends with Bebot) and some other girls.&lt;br /&gt;- Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karl&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks after KAMI the Gig in Ruums.&lt;br /&gt;-Met&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lia &amp;amp; Tira&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;- The aunt that my dad helped took care of passed away a day after my dad came back to Malaysia and I was still down with the terrible sore eyes *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;September/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tried fasting for one day during the Ramadhan month &amp;amp; I succeeded (never thought I could! )&lt;br /&gt;- The first 'Buka Puasa' I had &amp;amp; it was with my colleagues &amp;amp; the following week (i guess) I spent it with Mimsy, Wan &amp;amp; Karl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Got told off by dad for looking like an 'alcoholic betch' in front of his basketball players,where in reality, he was just actually irritated and discomforted with me and my sis hanging out with those guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainbow Died Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( Raya The Gig )&lt;/span&gt; performance for the first time (after months and months of being invited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; : met Emi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (in person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;,Sofea,Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (who reminds me of Haniff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, Ema &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cool chic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Amir &amp;amp; Fiq.&lt;br /&gt;- KAMI The Concert : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Awesome &amp;amp; indescribably fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The concert where I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Faiz, Meon &amp;amp; Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (Angel's Buddies) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Celebrated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Lorna's&lt;/span&gt; birthday with a dinner and then headed to Holiday Villa and came home at 2 am with my drunk mom &amp;amp; dad .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;learned to make beverages from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Coffeeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Gig Against Racism, KL Tower : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where I cried when I was pretending to be alright while I was dancing to the beats of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt;. It was the 2nd day after Karl broke up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-MyHolidayCafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;opened for business (Nov 19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- hung out with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaya&lt;/span&gt; (after months of not seeing him) &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt; (first time I met her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Had the most peaceful &amp;amp; joyous Christmas I have ever had after years of bickering &amp;amp; fights every time that season comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-MyHolidayCafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; for business (Dec 26 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; due to unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;'s album launch &amp;amp; had a great time with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Shook,Topeq,Angel,Bie &amp;amp; Afiq &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(the details are too personal to be shared here ) :P No dirty thoughts ok!&lt;br /&gt;- Finally got to watch Yuna perform and when she sang  'Deeper Conversation', that was the moment where the time stopped and I finally heard the question whispered in my ear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually a lot more of things that happened in 2008 but hey, I'm just human. I can't remember everything. What is certain though is that I thank God for everything that had happened and for the life that he has given me. To the friends that I have met and knew this year, to the memories that we all share, I thank you all for making my life joyful. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! May GOD BLESS US ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Lyndz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3142759085634100124?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3142759085634100124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3142759085634100124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3142759085634100124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3142759085634100124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-awaits.html' title='A new year awaits!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7722062714615179253</id><published>2008-12-22T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:49:57.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thx Mims! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-If I told you, I'd have to kill you.. (pffttt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-28th April 1989&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A bit bored, kinky,lethargic, worried and a bit high..(blame Shook!) aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the strangest thing you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-A lot..i think ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do on your birthday last year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had a pool party since it was my 18th and turning 18 (as a girl)  is a big thing in the Filipino culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Just had a lil 'family' dinner gathering which included my 2 best bitches ( love u )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you relax?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naps &amp;amp; err..sum stuff..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-How am i gonna answer this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the last person to text you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-A vampire called Shook ha ha.. &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Err..does a miss-call from my dad count??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was your last ex?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Karl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did you split?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I don't really know....but it wasn't me who decided to leave *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Drunk? not really..just been tipsy and a bit high lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you wear last Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-no costumes whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-recently..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are your parents still together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Yes they are..thank you,God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you last argue with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-my sis cuz she couldn't find my ********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 am or was it 3??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Mimi  &amp;amp; Lia Zahar .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you bite your nails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope but Mimsy does! ahaa &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about toe nails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gross! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your worst habits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the habit of doing things halfway or talking too much or.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Chatting, making new friends, internet using, talking, biting ___,gigging, writing poems and a lot more things &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever watched the sun set?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh yes and this one time, I watched it set in the land of smiles aka Thailand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did last vacation to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Port Dickson perhaps..spent a night there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your hair color?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naturally dark brown..got that from my dad's heritage LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A white Giordano shirt and a green mini skirt &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wear makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Yeah..sometimes and wen i do it always consists of Eye-liner,lip gloss and eye shadows ..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you get hayfever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nopeeee but I know a person that does hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What music are you into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Anything...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever been out with your best friend’s ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Guess so lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever snuck out of your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Oh no..it's like i live in Guantanamo Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Woke up a few minutes before 12, packed things to bring to the bday party,took a bath, tried on clothes to wear,had lunch and went to the party, swam in the pool for hours,came home,watched Transformers while eating McD's new burger, texted (ehem..still texting) Shook, and now I'm doing this survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Work.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Big n' Tasty burger with fries and a filipino desert that we brought home from the party:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yea I do,but forgiving is not forgetting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you mad at anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mad at .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you talking to anyone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yeah. I just got a reply from Shook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever had a garage sale?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nope..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is/was your school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Impicabbly bland and judgemental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Friendly,shy ,caring,lovable,wife-material (LOL!), open-minded, loyal , likes to smile, more of a giver than a reciever (no dirty thoughts plis! ) , the serious one between the both of us, deffinitely kissable &amp;amp; huggable!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like your partner’s family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- errr...i haven't met them before..lol&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last smile and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- a while ago because....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever cheated in a test?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh well, yeah..but not that much..who hasn't?? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you scared of falling in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sorta cuz I'm scared of getting hurt but then again..maybe I'm not that scared of it .. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt replaced?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, at times and i hate that feeling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you trust your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The ones that are close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like coffee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sorta..i like mochaccino &amp;amp; latte &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you had kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If not, do you want them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Yeaahh!! I wanttttttttt to be a mommy! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you brainy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ask my friends&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the last film you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On telly was Transformers (although I've seen it a couple of times before and once in the cinema ) . And,at the cinema was Twilight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-1.33 am&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old are you going to be in 7 months?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wow! 20 years old and 3 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was yesterday better then today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-both days have their pros n cons but I guess today was better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you last see your mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Before she went to their room to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when he came home from the lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well, in my line of duty.. I hafta! LOl but I like to smile eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you collect anything?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Someone once told me that I collect boyfriends..lol..judging from the bf's that I've had before lol but act, I don't really collect things.. I just love collecting memmories :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Some &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do they come true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think some of them does and I becomes a dejavu..lol i think!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would you kill right now if you could?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No one in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you 4 hours ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in the livin room..watching tv&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One step at a time by Jordin Sparks..i think&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your biggest regret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can't tell!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats your body type?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Petite and a bit fluffy ...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any scars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeaaa and i dispise scars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-chicken pox scars on my face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What pets do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 fishies and a bird named Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you get your music from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Limewire baby!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your most recent lie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- no idea&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lie you tell yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-next question please!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are embarrassed when you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I do really retarded things and a bunch of other stuff that i can't seem get out of my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The memory that still makes you laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- A lot but just like Mimsy said, "Back in form 4, cried because i saw Lyndz crying. Haha can’t ever forget that!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How you picture the end of the world:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rather not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If reincarnation does exist, you would like to come back as :&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;myself but maybe I'd like to try to live the life of someone famous just to know if things would be reallllyyy different &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people you would like to see to take this:&lt;br /&gt;- Lia Zahar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leya&lt;br /&gt;-Bambu&lt;br /&gt;-Angel&lt;br /&gt;-Ash&lt;br /&gt;-anyone&lt;br /&gt;- I said anyone..who wants to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-Fin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7722062714615179253?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7722062714615179253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7722062714615179253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7722062714615179253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7722062714615179253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been TAGGED!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2825486143708455828</id><published>2008-12-14T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:28:21.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harsh Confessions of A Morosed Daughter</title><content type='html'>What the fuck do you really want from me?? Would you rather see me lie to you rather than tell you the truth?? I am not giving excuses but I'm actually giving you explanations . You always jump to conclusions and judge people by what you think they are instead of really listening. You think you are always right and you seem to be really full of masochism and ego.  You think that we like to waste your time but in reality, your the only one stopping yourself from doing everything that you wanted. You whine, you nag, you complain that we don't care about your time but in the real world, Bie and I always plan the timing so that it will suit your so called schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think we're a waste of your time,then why bother?? We're not even kids anymore! Wake up will you! I understand that you do all of this because you are after all a parent but you really really come off as someone who likes to hover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ground us  for coming home late when it wasn't the first time we came home late? At least we know how to go home,unlike some kids out there. You should understand that not everything goes your way, 'your highness'..pfftt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me whatever it is that you wanna call me. Mock me! Judge me! I despise talking to you. You only know how to talk but you never listen. If you think I believe every single word you say, you are very VERY wrong. I've stop believing you since you acted weird (what's up with the discreet phone calls,betch??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know me well and you think you do! Full of bull! You even wrongly accused my own sister for something that she didn't do?? Fyi, I know her more than you do so I actually know what I'm talking about.  All I want is to be listened to instead of this shit. I don't fancy dictatorship and yet you wonder why we can't stay put in the house? Hell, I learn more things outside than just staying at home. I'm not like mom. I am 19!!!! 19,damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand respect...no wait..WE demand respect! Listen when we talk and put some sense in your head. Deliberate instead of rejecting every single thing that we tell you. Unless you prefer us lying about where we want to go and what we do then fine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you do things for us and I appreciate that. You've done a lot of sacrifices for us but please understand that we're growing up. We need time for ourselves , with friends and we do know the boundaries in socializing. Keep this in you head at all times.. " I don't aspire to be the next socialite or the next Paris Hilton !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Ko cakap skit asal ko ckp kami social gila??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we  party all night long and every single night of the week? NO.&lt;br /&gt;Do we  go out every night after work?? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all just normal..give us a break will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides,all I do every single week is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work (Mon- Fri from 11 to 9pm ) - Go home . OR&lt;br /&gt;Work (11-3 0n Saturdays ) - hang out somewhere / gigs (subject to your approval)&lt;br /&gt;Go to church - lunch (family quality time) and hang out somewhere with the other Pinoys or  out with my friends (subject to your approval /weekend plans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so bad about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most probably, my boss will change our operations from 11.30 till 9 every day except on Sunday (off-day)..great!!pffft!! Is this what you want?? I bet you'd feel happy cuz then I would  have no time  with my friends . You have always been dysfunctional when it comes to my friends. Fyi, they are the best I've ever had and without them I wouldn't have the strength to face the day especially when it comes to dealing with you . I don't even feel like going home most of the time cuz I know we will only butt heads and squabble . Why do I even bother??! Talking about this just makes me lose my appetite to do everything. One thing is for sure, I don't wanna talk  to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I may sound bitchy and bratty but then, I have the right to talk trash about every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2825486143708455828?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2825486143708455828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2825486143708455828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2825486143708455828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2825486143708455828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/harsh-confessions-of-morosed-daughter.html' title='Harsh Confessions of A Morosed Daughter'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2173070199029662360</id><published>2008-12-01T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:40:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Yes, i watched Twilight last Sunday and I watched it with 3 of my best girls - Mimsy , June &amp;amp; Bie &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(biological sister)  &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a crap about what you might think but I am truly in love with that movie . It kept me on my seat from the beginning till the last scene of the movie.  I even held my intentions of going to the ladies' just so I won't miss any scenes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(even though the cutting of some scenes made me pissed off )&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plot and the way the book was interpreted and kudos to whoever is responsible for putting those gorgeous characters in the movie . Like for instance, Jacob really reminds me of a Calvin Klein underwear model and he is just effin sexy. Even Carlisle is kinda sexy! Oh la la,that movie is a total turn on! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, the sexual tension &amp;amp; attraction between Bella and Edward is effin hot. Whenever they look at each other,they just make me wanna grab and kiss the nearest person with me but I couldn't cause they are my besties. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me the most though was the love that Edward has for Bella and vice -versa. Their love for each other made me feel all mushy inside&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;euurgghh!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;although I hate feelin all mushy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday, I can have my very own Edward Cullen&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (minus the freaky shits )&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In your dreams, beeyatch!* No one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the next movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough blabbering! I'm off to bed now. My eyes are all teary and I've been constantly yawning for the past 15 minutes. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2173070199029662360?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2173070199029662360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2173070199029662360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2173070199029662360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2173070199029662360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4346625503134504231</id><published>2008-11-23T16:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:37:24.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a week since we parted. And although it has been a week, it feels more like a long time because before he told me he was leaving, we haven't seen each other for a month. He was very preoccupied and things didn't really go our way. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who really know what was going on understand how I feel and how much I miss him. But then again, life must go on no matter how fucked up it gets. I've been really busy with work,too many things on my mind and I feel like my life is currently not in order. Christmas is just around the corner yet I don't feel the Christmas spirit anywhere. I feel like this year,it would be lonely or maybe a boring one. I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a tough week for me. With our newly opened travel cafe, I always had to run here and there and even though there weren't much customer but just making sure the place is a-ok is a challenge. The place is good though. I mean,the environment of the travel cafe. Somehow classic and classy. Jeez! with too many things on my mind right now, I can't seem to focus on writing this blog. My wrists are killing me. 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&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkyBdEh88I/AAAAAAAAAL8/2Hp83v4aVhA/s200/P1140527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271799839378764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkvg3Mx6GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J2T-yjb65v0/s1600-h/P1140481.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkvg3Mx6GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/J2T-yjb65v0/s200/P1140481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271797080433748066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkyAy_20VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WhU47UykceU/s1600-h/P1140522.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkyAy_20VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WhU47UykceU/s200/P1140522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271799828084871506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4346625503134504231?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4346625503134504231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4346625503134504231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4346625503134504231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4346625503134504231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/week.html' title='A week'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SSkvVBQ7tnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WlpcGIxHdO8/s72-c/P1140471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-6504130662087218925</id><published>2008-11-19T22:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:14:44.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...MEN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break Promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I told the people that are close to me about this a lot of times and they know I hate people who keep promises and end up breaking them. Yup,especially MEN! Promising things are quite scary ( does that mean i have a problem with commitment???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Are) Disrespectful to women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a sexist or a feminist but this is a hard fact. Men nowadays treat women badly most of the time. As a test, try riding a full bus and stand up in front of a guy. Notice how he will ignore you even with your 3 inch heels on! I have nothing against equal rights but hey, what ever happened to the old 'damsel in distress' concept? Sure,now women are much more stronger and powerful than the ones from the past but hey, cut us some slack! We probably work more than you do! And oh, I'm not being traditional here. I'm just trying to reach out to guys out there to act more like a gentleman rather than a brute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Are) Abusive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the things that I hate, this is definitely in my top list! I can't stand it when a man is abusive to his other half (girlfriend/wife). May it be verbally or physically (especially physically). This thing really pisses me off. How could a man even dare to raise his hand to a woman?? That is fucking barbaric! One of my friends recently broke up with her beau of two years and it ended in a really bad way. They had a fight because he can't accept the fact that she's leaving him for another (who happens to be much better than him &amp;amp; definitely more understanding) and she ended up with bruises on her one arm and well,it was quite traumatic. She's a tough chic though so whenever he became violent , she'd fight back and damn,she hit him good! Serves him right. She totally made the right decision. How could she even bear with the guy for two years? He cheated on her twice when they were together! Glad to hear that he is out of the picture though . That fucking turd!&lt;br /&gt;Verbal abuse is as bad but the effect is more can be long term . I mean, If you hit someone,all that person gets are bruises and it will eventually go away but if you hurt someone verbally, it might stay with that person for ages which can possibly lead to mental abuse. Err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Untrue / Cheaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that girls do this too but guys do it twice as much as the chics. If you do not wish to suffer equally or worse, then don't even think about doing it. Frankly speaking, guys can cheat girls for the lamest,stupidest reason but hey, that's how the cookie crumbles! Ladies, let's just face the fact that MEN will always be MEN. That will never change. Like it is somehow genetically implanted on their brains or something! *Sigh* LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Takes advantage of women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if a girl gets friendly with a guy,it's better NOT to assume that she's into him. This is weird and I know how it feels. There's a difference between being friendly and giving the signs for something more than friendship. What I'm trying to say is, I hate it when guys harass girls cause they think the girl is okay with it. But I can't just put the blame on the guy cause sometimes, girls just give out the wrong signals. LOL..Oh well,that's life! I better stop before I end up saying something really unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Has Too Much Ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that this is true. Too much masochism and ego can destroy a man. imagine what it can do to a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have things to say about girls too but for now this is all what my head asked me to do. It's not easy being a girl and there are things I hate about girls. Nevertheless, I love being a girl. Oh well, back to work. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; This urge to smoke is killing me!! I don't want to cause I wanna quit for good but a part of me wants to. Nooooooooo I don't want to smoke. I'm gonna try and try to stop myself. It's for my own good anyways. And i know most men hate women who smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ShaLyndz Ayano&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6504130662087218925?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6504130662087218925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6504130662087218925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6504130662087218925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6504130662087218925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate.html' title='I Hate'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3589578570845935063</id><published>2008-11-15T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:53:41.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Avril's Song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So much for my happy ending.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet another dull Saturday. Unlike last week where I had all the fun in the world,this saturday was somehow dark and gloomy. It rained almost the whole day and there's just something weird about everybody's aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. This feeling.Always left alone in the dark like an old gramophone forgotten by time. Here I am,pouring my heart out and still quite numb from what hit me. The first thought that came across my mind was " why?" and " is it really over??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an offline message from him a few hours ago,telling me that he is calling it quits - in other words,he wanted to dump me. He wanted to talk to me but I wasn't online. I was outside my room,eating,relaxing my tired mind and I was watching tv. Imagine if you were in my shoes. Picture out this scenario (the summary of my day) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to change the dates manually from the 400+ pieces of fliers that was meant to be distributed today for our travel cafe opening next week. Although one of my colleagues helped me alter the dates, it was still time consuming and it did hurt my neck . That was what I did from 9 a.m til 1pm. After work, I had to go to the soon to be opened cafe to set up the decorations,the utensils and call our bread supplier to tell him that we postponed the delivery etc....got out of that place a few minutes before 6. Tired, quite hungry and eager to go home. I didn't even had a proper lunch that noon. Ceci just invited me to share some of her food cause she couldn't finish it.  Before I could head home, I went to the mall to buy something for the birthday girl and got out of there at around 7.30pm. I walked over to the bus stop which was quite far and painstakingly waited for the bus to arrive. When I got home, I had my dinner,watched tv &amp;amp; took a bath. When I turned my YM on, that message that I mentioned above popped up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Case study' : You thought everything was fine between the two of you. No fights whatsoever. Nothing. You understood that he/she was busy and you didn't want to violate his /her consentration so,you just kept quiet but you still text every once in a while,making sure that he/she knows you still care even though it hurts when he makes you feel like he/she doesn't care about you anymore. All you ever did was to be the best for him/her by being patient and understanding. And oh yeah, you were a lil busy too. Now, if you were me, would this puzzle you? Would this matter make you think "why?where did i go wrong? did i miss out on something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered "YES!" then thank you for understanding how confused I am. Even right now, as I type these words..I am emotionaly unstable. One moment I'm ok and then the next thing you know,I'm already crying.  All I can say is, I tried my best to be the best for him. I loved him and I respected him but then I guess he doesn't love me anymore. There's always a reason for every action. I think and I'd rather not know why he left. It might just hurt me more if he told me why. It's best to just let it be. Move on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me on how people can say things like " I will never let go of you that easily" and " I will never leave you". Those are just candies that you are meant to enjoy until it melts away. There will always be an ending to a destination even though the roads are devided,there is only one road that leads to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this be my 1oth failed relationship??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;the confused and numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3589578570845935063?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3589578570845935063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3589578570845935063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3589578570845935063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3589578570845935063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/like-avrils-song.html' title='Like Avril&apos;s Song...'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5455098169628806851</id><published>2008-11-09T23:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:18:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcFbxACRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/n7WsvRJCdc8/s1600-h/P1140145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcFbxACRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/n7WsvRJCdc8/s200/P1140145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266684263801177218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night was a blast! We had dinner at Crocodile Farm Seafood Restaurant with the mob (lol) and then headed to Holliday Villa after sending the under age kids home. We extended the celebrations there. The food at the restaurant was lovely and I had a glass of wine as a starter . To top it all off, the birthday cake was devine since it was from Secret Recipe (my fave!). My sister told me that the wine tasted like vinegar but I just laughed. With a lot of things going through my mind, I just tried to set it all aside and focus on havin fun. And I did have fun..too much of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcPRAI6xgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aXIL3feylew/s1600-h/P1140098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcPRAI6xgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aXIL3feylew/s200/P1140098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266695074002683394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcPRRYYmNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wojkwL9g0fY/s1600-h/P1140111.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcPRRYYmNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/wojkwL9g0fY/s200/P1140111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266695078630955218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we arrived in Holliday Villa around 11.30-ish and came home at 2 in the morning. Finally! After more than a month  of not having excessive alcohol in my system! I got to drink and I drank more than what I usually do. Mom was tipsy and dad was too but not as tipsy as she was. Oh and the dance floor was ours haha!! Damn, the last time I did summin like that was a year ago..that long! LMAO! There were times when I got tipsy and almost felt like throwing up but it went away after a few minutes. I like dancin with Tito Jo &amp;amp; Tita Lani. Dancin' with my sister is fun too because we couldn't care much about what people think. On the way home my sis and I slept the whole time we were in the car. I opened my eyes and we were already reached our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to elaborate more about that night but I'm to sleepy and tired. And well, you can't express things are beyond words. To sum it all up, I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5455098169628806851?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5455098169628806851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5455098169628806851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5455098169628806851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5455098169628806851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/feast.html' title='Feast'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SRcFbxACRII/AAAAAAAAAKc/n7WsvRJCdc8/s72-c/P1140145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4373204020230267353</id><published>2008-11-08T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:14:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pen &amp; 2 Papers</title><content type='html'>Note before you read : This was written hours before I posted it here. The ones that are written at the time of posting will be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time : 1412 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Location : Kenny Roger's Berjaya Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished eating my 1/4 Meal set and now I'm munching on my favorite banana muffin and sippin' on my ice lemon tea. I'm not suppose to be alone right now but I'm left with not much choice. So, here I am,sitting all alone writing my heart out while I observe the people around me. Right now, there's a lady who's with her boyfriend,sitting in front of my table. Oh, the guy left her alone for a while and she seems to be in a text conversation while he is away. I could see her smile widely but then that smile turned into a blank stare whenever she finishes replying the text. She must be in deep thought. Oh,she's smiling again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to stay here,in this mall a little longer just to pass the time but I can't because I have to go somewhere else later today. My dad even reminded me to come home early (as usual) . That became another reason why I'm not bothered of asking anyone out. What's the point of hangin' out if it was just for an hour or two?? It won't be much fun. Hmm..maybe next week would be okay. The ones I called &amp;amp; texted earlier today are nowhere near the city anyways. They are either lying in bed,showering,still sleeping,studying or busy with assignments. Oh well, at least my boredom kinda went away for awhile  with the calls &amp;amp; texts that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wish he was here right now. It just feels effin different when he is not around.  I know he wont be coming though. He must be still asleep or even if he wasn't he's probably busy doing his assignments or just getting ready for his final exams. I understand what he is going through right now but I know I'm not on top of his priority list at them moment. It kinda bothers me because I really feel abandoned,empty and left out in the dark. There were moments where I feel like i don't matter anymore and that I'm not worth his time anymore. I mean like last time, he wouldn't whine about seeing me even for a short time but lately all he do is well..let's just say he's been immature lately. Most people around me have told me that "if you love someone,no matter how busy you are, you would still find the time to be with them. At least you know things are okay between you two." But in my case?? It's below par. Oh well, what's a girl to do?? My sister once told me ,"maybe he's bored of you?" and all I did was look at her anxiously &amp;amp; doubtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like this always gets me thinking of why I'm still hanging around even when I'm mistreated but hey,who ever said that love was a bed of roses?! They are probably delusional! With every heart that we glorify,there is bound to be a bruised and broken heart on another corner and it occurs as an aftermath of our action. I guess the answer to why I'm still around is because deep down inside,I'm still pretty much in love with him and it would be fucking stupid to leave just because of a small challenge. i just wish that things would go back to normal soon. God knows how much I miss him. I miss his presence. The feeling when he holds me close,when he grabs my hand and holds it firmly like he won't ever let go &amp;amp; the thing I miss the most are the times when I make him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omigosh!It's 2.43 p.m. I better be off soon before I get a crank-call' from my dad. Damn it, I don't fancy his calls cause it always sounds strict &amp;amp; offensive but I'm kinda used to that haha! The almost full restaurant is almost empty now. The peak lunch hour has passed and all that are left are the late eaters &amp;amp; snack munchers. I really gotta bounce now. Besides, it's getting kinda uncomfortable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ......................   hours later   ...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  A few minutes after arriving the station, I waited for my dad &amp;amp; sis to come pick me up. From the station, we had a quick stop-over at a nearby mall to buy Tita's birthday pressie &amp;amp; some groceries. I'm home now but I'll be out again in a few minutes. Dinner with my extended family. It's Tita's birthday. Till next time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUGS &amp;amp; KISSES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/s : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday Shout-out to My beloved Tita Lorna. Happy Birthday!Stay the same! We ♥ you so much &amp;amp; you have been like a mother to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 2nd mommy, Ti Voglio Bene!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4373204020230267353?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4373204020230267353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4373204020230267353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4373204020230267353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4373204020230267353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/pen-2-papers.html' title='Pen &amp; 2 Papers'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7135465624135762512</id><published>2008-11-07T23:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:51:25.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mochaccino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dear God, thank you for the day that you have given me. And thank you for making me a better person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am a girl with a lot of things going through my mind. It is rarely empty for it is always full of thoughts that can sometimes lead to an OCD like symptom. It has been helluva week for me. Been clumsy and distracted too lately. Relationships rekindled  and reviewed, self evaluations and family matters revised or revisited. Yeah, it has been that way lately. It is kinda like a soul searching process for me. *Haha* A never ending one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was unlike any other day. It won't be the same as tomorrow but it is definitely different than the previous days and totally out of my daily routine. In conjunction with our soon to be opened lifestyle cafe, I spent half of my day in work with my other colleagues learning how to make the blended beverages &amp;amp; smoothies that will be up on sale by next week (tentative). It was quite cool to be able to make those beverages and getting to try what you whipped up was like the creme de la creme! Everyone got to equally taste each of our 'creations' and it was very cool. I feel sorry though for my supervisor  cause she was down with a fever yet she had to join us for the half day traning/demo. * I wish u will get well soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making those bevs aren't really that hard to do. All we need is more practise and creativity and cross our fingers that it would turn out nice every time we make them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We we're done by 4.50pm and we were ready to leave and come back to the office.  I honestly thought it would take us longer but turns out it wasn't as long as I thought it would be. Christine had to share a seat with me because I was the extra passenger. No biggie though. I was totally fine with it. My boss was just about to hit the accelerator when suddenly, the plastic bag with 2 smoothies in it slipped through my fingers and fell on the car floor! Er..some of it were on Chris' right leg. I was soooooo embarassed and at the same time scared. My supervisor was suppose to give that to a colleague but I messed it up (it wa sactually the smoothies that she made by herself during the demo). Chris quickly got off the car and my boss hurried to our side of the car to take off the car mat and clear away the spilt drink. DAMN!! I am such a dipshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized to them for my irresponsible and clumsy action and well,even if they said it was alright, I still felt guilty. Anyways, when we arrived, we dropped my superv of and we went straight to the new place where I would be posted in together with 4 of my colleagues.It wasn't fully done but I can see the progress. The location is just a 3-5 minute walk from my current office by the way! I would still be doing what I usually do in the office but it's just that as an addition, I would also be whippin' up drinks and serving customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the office and I did a bit of procrastinating apart from the routine I do before going home. Hah! It was almost 6pm anyways so I spent a few minutes teaching Chris' English words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of the office around 6.15 pm and well, waiting for the bus ain't much fun! I arrived home a few minutes before 8 and that was the end of the story. Hahaha..pretty ordinary day,you might say but for me,it feels good to learn something new each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am happy to recieve a call from my Betch Down South &amp;amp; Ketam :) thx darlings for cheering me up. I haven't talked to them for ages especially my beyootch LOL. Heard the updates and her life and I'm glad she told me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Babe, you know you are not judge through these eyes of mine.I accept you the way you are and DON'T you ever fucking think that you have turned into a different person because of the new chic habbits that you acquired. No matter what, Je ' taime!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he would give me a call though. I miss talking to him nightly. Eventhough we did talk this afternoon before I went for the demo but it's not enough. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you effin much sayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I better be off for now. Gettin' more tired and sleepy by the minute.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bon nuit! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGS &amp;amp; SMACKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-7135465624135762512?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7135465624135762512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=7135465624135762512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7135465624135762512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/7135465624135762512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/mochaccino.html' title='Mochaccino'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4590378059474856895</id><published>2008-11-02T16:44:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:32:22.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographic Memoirs</title><content type='html'>How I miss traveling with my classmates *sigh*. I wish we could travel together again. Okay, I definitely MISS traveling! I miss experiencing new places and seeing new faces. The last place I went to were Hong Kong and Macau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,here are some of the places I have been to with them. Miss them all *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLIA/ FLY FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; STUDIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pS3Op9gI/AAAAAAAAACE/atIgzDYlXcs/s1600-h/1_296081107l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pS3Op9gI/AAAAAAAAACE/atIgzDYlXcs/s200/1_296081107l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263979312249959938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pwh7nfHI/AAAAAAAAACM/FkB_qYd58OA/s1600-h/cheese%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pwh7nfHI/AAAAAAAAACM/FkB_qYd58OA/s200/cheese%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263979821929036914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pw9bVKHI/AAAAAAAAACU/bcXMCkjpmeI/s1600-h/silhouette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pw9bVKHI/AAAAAAAAACU/bcXMCkjpmeI/s200/silhouette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263979829309810802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1qRhcNAJI/AAAAAAAAACk/BidQdHe7kpM/s1600-h/inside..we%27re+on+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1qRhcNAJI/AAAAAAAAACk/BidQdHe7kpM/s200/inside..we%27re+on+air.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263980388732960914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1qRhzKylI/AAAAAAAAACs/ewQPAMjISpk/s1600-h/yeah+baby,yeah%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1qRhzKylI/AAAAAAAAACs/ewQPAMjISpk/s200/yeah+baby,yeah%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263980388829284946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pw2vg9VI/AAAAAAAAACc/7gu6r0LF7uo/s1600-h/Fly+fm%27s+BEN%21.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pw2vg9VI/AAAAAAAAACc/7gu6r0LF7uo/s200/Fly+fm%27s+BEN%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263979827515422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ROYAL SELANGOR PEWTER / PUTRAJAYA/ TUDM MUSEUM/MTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1rbXAcM8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4LuJtioa6-Q/s1600-h/P1030495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1rbXAcM8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/4LuJtioa6-Q/s200/P1030495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263981657242481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13DVeIMnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d9MZfsFwTpw/s200/P1100800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263994438652801650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13DJOEASI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w7JSeERC8Bk/s1600-h/P1100788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13DJOEASI/AAAAAAAAAIE/w7JSeERC8Bk/s200/P1100788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263994435364192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13C7IZs0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GEBhjGJdyBk/s1600-h/P1100690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13C7IZs0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/GEBhjGJdyBk/s200/P1100690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263994431582352194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ140N_aFOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AlFWtAOCuCM/s1600-h/mbvc.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ140N_aFOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AlFWtAOCuCM/s1600-h/mbvc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ140N_aFOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AlFWtAOCuCM/s200/mbvc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263996377970119906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONG KONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16i5W_HlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vWcWmpVtqIk/s1600-h/P1100821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16i5W_HlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vWcWmpVtqIk/s200/P1100821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263998279397350994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16jYt8ohI/AAAAAAAAAJM/N-geboY4ivs/s1600-h/P1100864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ175BeGSnI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hC57d3gFmMg/s200/P1100910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999759043414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1741ZQ_VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OnaTJKqeJRA/s1600-h/P1100908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1741ZQ_VI/AAAAAAAAAJk/OnaTJKqeJRA/s200/P1100908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999755801918802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1742aWSsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gkKa8RUi0rc/s1600-h/P1100949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1742aWSsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gkKa8RUi0rc/s200/P1100949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999756074896066" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ174g4napI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YhUN0MfuzJI/s1600-h/P1100961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ174g4napI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YhUN0MfuzJI/s200/P1100961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999750296267410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ19xcw1AII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P560M5-9n5o/s1600-h/P1100907.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ19xcw1AII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/P560M5-9n5o/s200/P1100907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264001827954032770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16izY4isI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ff_YuI5IH1E/s1600-h/fhgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16izY4isI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ff_YuI5IH1E/s200/fhgj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263998277794695874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16iu7OKSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f8GF_0wuueM/s1600-h/scf.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16iu7OKSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f8GF_0wuueM/s1600-h/scf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16iu7OKSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/f8GF_0wuueM/s200/scf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263998276596541730" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ16jNcu3HI/AAAAAAAAAJE/nYNOdoz0Lp4/s1600-h/P1110017.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ13DVeIMnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/d9MZfsFwTpw/s1600-h/P1100800.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1-lUMMj1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tl6X_-NboHA/s1600-h/P1110003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1-lUMMj1I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tl6X_-NboHA/s200/P1110003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264002719006101330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note : I treassure these pictures so much so I would really appreciate it if you don't try to steal them. In short, if you are a friend of mine then it's ok but if I don't know you and you steal those pics, a big "FUCK OFF" is more appropriate . Beeyatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Hate Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4590378059474856895?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4590378059474856895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4590378059474856895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4590378059474856895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4590378059474856895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/photographic-memoirs.html' title='Photographic Memoirs'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SQ1pS3Op9gI/AAAAAAAAACE/atIgzDYlXcs/s72-c/1_296081107l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2335211262089419763</id><published>2008-11-01T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:45:14.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haberdash /Deja Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love Bipolar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;word of the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not gonna talk haberdash about anything possibly infuriating that happened today so instead, I'm gonna talk about a once in a blue moon incident that occurred this afternoon. Gosh I think I just used a nerdy sentence! Whatevs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it happened on my way home from a quick lunch and stroll in BB (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was pathetically boring. I work in that area for fuck sake!&lt;/span&gt;). Before continuing my so called journey to the friggin bus stop, I made a quick visit to Guardian to hunt for bargains and yeah I had to buy Garnier for my sister (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she has been asking me to buy it since our stock finished,mind you!&lt;/span&gt;). Ok, a few minutes inside that place seemed like forever but I managed to get out before 3.30pm I guess. I was walking in a hurry so I payed less attention to my surroundings except for the cars and vehicles while crossing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wouldn't wanna end getting roadkilled like a stray cat&lt;/span&gt;). I crossed the road safely and continued walking while things run through my mind vigourously. Halfway to the bus stop, I noticed this guy in a red shirt,with a backpack and jeans looking back at me. I mean, I was walking behind him soo..well..you deffinately get the idea,innit?! Ok, so he didn't only look back once but a couple of times with the same semi puzzled and hesitant look on his face until this one moment when he stopped and courageously asked me a very straight forward question. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you work here?&lt;/span&gt;" I quickly took off my left earphone and replied with a "huh??" . He began talking to me and even asked me if it was alright for him to just come straight to me so i replied,"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;err..not really..it's kinda weird/awkward. &lt;/span&gt;" Even with that phrase, he wouldn't wanna leave me alone. He did ask a lot of questions. Well, like how people are when they want to know about someone. No biggie but it was still quite awkward for me to be talking to a complete stranger. Do you think I'll give you the 411 about myself that easily? Fuck no! haha.. So he told me a little bit about himself and well I just nodded and tried very hard not to look scared. God knows what could have happened. There came a point where I thought he was gonna leave but he ended up talking to me until my bus came. He explained to me why he was in KL for the weekend and I just listened. The thing that hit me most was our conversation before reaching the bus stop. Here's the re-enactment (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not 100% accurate.do forgive my short term memory so it just sorta,kinda happened in this way&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So, you usually wait for your bus here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm..yeah I'm going home"&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, if you're not doing anything later then,do you want to hang out at my hotel room? I don't know what else to do and I'm bored of walking around this area"&lt;br /&gt;" Oh,sorry but No, my parents are waiting for me and I gotta be there by 4pm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moments later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Well..I usually come here every 2 weeks so if you wanna hang out by then u can just call.."&lt;br /&gt;"ohhh"&lt;br /&gt;"Can we exchange numbers?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooo.."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;why? but if your not that open about it then it's okay. I just thought you were very open&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"well I am open but there are just limitations, This is just too awkward"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on and on and NO! I DID NOT GIVE AWAY ANY NUMBER WHATSOEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;This  was not the first time though that an older man tried to get my number. It all started waaayy before I found out the difference of 'being nice' and just plain taking advantage a.k.a junior years of high school.&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a bunch of &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=deja+moo"&gt;deja moo&lt;/a&gt;s. I mean seriously, people will  &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=requestion"&gt;requestion&lt;/a&gt; you and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;durh&lt;/span&gt; it's almost always obvious! FYI, I dislike it when guys ask my number unless I feel like it. In this case,givingmy digits to complete strangers (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that I happen to just met and had a couple of words with&lt;/span&gt;). It's just not my thing! Do i exude an undecent aura or vibe? Do I look like a fucking porn star? I am not the type of chic where u can just booty call in the middle of the nigh,beeyatches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and he mentioned to me taht he found the guts totalk to me because he said I looked very innocent (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blame the glasses&lt;/span&gt;) and friendly. I'm not against it or anything but,to all of you out there, don't judge me like you are reading the back cover of a novel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the synopsis&lt;/span&gt;) . I am friendly and all but don't even think of pushing a button. Especially with the one labelled with "beeyatch" on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough mummbles. I didn't take my dinner and I'm hungry. No plans of pigging out. Oh and i don't really have the apetite to eat. I don't know why I puked this morning,a few hours after braekfast. Did I ate something dodgy?? hmm..I have no idea. One thing is for certain though, it's not an upcoming baby bump! DURH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrists are tired and my eyes are getting heavy. Till next time. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2335211262089419763?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2335211262089419763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2335211262089419763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2335211262089419763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2335211262089419763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/haberdash-deja-moo.html' title='Haberdash /Deja Moo'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2398802688033941294</id><published>2008-10-27T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:53:52.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sayangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre id="embed"&gt;Find Your Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/272054/love_em" title="Wordle: love em"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/272054/love_em" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made In : &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/272054/love_em"&gt;wordle.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2398802688033941294?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2398802688033941294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2398802688033941294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2398802688033941294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2398802688033941294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/sayangs.html' title='The Sayangs'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4883700710568464292</id><published>2008-10-26T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:15:00.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashiwa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Japanese name is &lt;b&gt;Ayano  Ando&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/721/"&gt;Take The Original Japanese Name Generator by Shu today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/namegen/"&gt;Name Generator Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did this out of boredom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4883700710568464292?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4883700710568464292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4883700710568464292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4883700710568464292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4883700710568464292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/watashiwa.html' title='Watashiwa..'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-6421562742700921186</id><published>2008-10-23T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:16:04.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All because of myspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is beginning to annoy me! Every single week since ntah bila, we became more apart from each other. You might think I'm happy but the fact is, im not. You might think I don't give a shit about what you do but you are damn wrong! How can I be happy when you are so far away from me and the only thing that helps us communicate is unbearably fucked up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't know how I feel when your not here. Just because I look and seem happy it doesn't mean I am happy. I worry and think about you every single minute of the day yet you  think that I don't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought you trusted me? I thought you loved me? Now it's like you don't even want to talk to me. Where did I go wrong? Tell me. Talk to me cause you're not the only one hurt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time you do this, I feel hurt inside. It's just like a mirror that broke into pieces. Think about it. All I did was love you. Didn't mean to dishonor you or mistreat you. I couldn't do that because I love you. Still wish you feel the same way too. Don't wanna lose you but I felt you drift apart and it makes me sad just thinking about it. Why? Did it all go down the drain? Am i not important anymore? Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to 'Karlinzky' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-6421562742700921186?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6421562742700921186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=6421562742700921186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6421562742700921186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/6421562742700921186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-because-of-myspace.html' title='All because of myspace'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5371465857615881445</id><published>2008-10-15T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:59:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Here I am,in front of the computer,missing a bunch of people and thinking about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;1. Karl = I miss us. I miss being around you,beside you,near you. You really do light up my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;2. Mimi = I miss bitching around with you. I miss looking at your gorgeous smile and your infectious laugh. I miss talking to you and yeah phone conversations are never enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3. Aliah = If only u knew how different I feel without you here. You're so far away that it scares me to even think of losing you. I miss our 'dates' and I miss holding your hand while we pretend to be gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;4. Bebot = Never will I forget you,ever! I miss talking to you too. Where have you been? Whatever it is, I will always be here for you. Just reach out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5371465857615881445?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5371465857615881445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5371465857615881445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5371465857615881445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5371465857615881445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4110077390240008681</id><published>2008-10-12T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:57:39.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What ever happened to the my clique during my senior years in high school? A part of me still miss them but they don't seem to care anymore if we still keep in touch or not. It makes me sad to think that I miss them but they seem to have forgotten all the craziness and fun that we have all done together. Well,  that's what I think. Come on! How on earth will you know if they do think of you as much as you think about them? Well..unless they tell you that they do! Durh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah sure we all have our own lives now. I can't even keep up with the who,where,and what in their lives. Oh well..no harm done anyways. We'll just catch up with each other when we meet. I'm happy if their happy and so far I'm happy with my life. I just want them to know that even though years have passed, I still do cherish everything we have done together. Still miss them and think about them..like right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing that I noticed..lately..or since last year (i think).. I realized that I gain more guy friends than girl friends..what's different about hanging out with guys and being friends with them is that they are the least to betray you or back stab you. But nothing beats girl besties! They are the best you can ever have or ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mimi, Lia, Lexa,June,Angel : Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4110077390240008681?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4110077390240008681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4110077390240008681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4110077390240008681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4110077390240008681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/kawan.html' title='Kawan'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-7393569235048127919</id><published>2008-10-09T18:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:26:47.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enneagram'/><title type='text'>The Helper (The Two)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;h4  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I took an Enneagram Test Online and this is the result. About 90% of the descriptions are accurate according to my presonality. Read and understand (lol):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The Helper (the Two)&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;How to Get Along with Me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tell me that you appreciate me. 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Eventful yet quite tiresome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As I always do every Saturday, I woke up early with the 'work mode' on the back of my head. Had around 2 hours of sleep due to an emotional sharing session which I totally appreciated (thanks Shook for sharing and you know I'm always here to listen *smile*).  I thought I was gonna be late for work but I was wrong. I wasn't in the mood to dress myself up like what I always do every weekend so I just wore my black mini balloon skirt that Ginger gave me last year and a top that screams out 'naughty girl in nice wrappings' (by Ed &amp;amp; Edd). To top it off, I wore my fave pair of sneakers. I totally felt like a stranger to myself but whatever! Ok, so I arrived in the office at around 8.30 a.m and there was no one in sight. Even the grills were closed but good thing I managed to open it. I went to the pantry and started munching on a piece of bread that i bought. Nothing much happened after that except for the constant arrivals of my colleagues and then work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I got out of the office at almost 2pm. I thought I wasn't gonna see him but I did. It sure made my day and I had the chance to give him that lil summin I bought for him while i was gift shopping for my god sister's birthday. We had lunch together at the same place where we wrote our names on the wall but it wasn't at the same table. Who cares anyway?! Oh, I never thought that one moment would happen but it did. Something just pushed me to utter a line that I can never forget. " I can only taste the lemon on my lips and nothing else....wanna taste it too?" Does that sound funny or what? Come to think of it, it's a pretty funny line to use but it worked. Made me giggle though. I'm not gonna kiss and tell about what happened next cause it would just ruin the whole memory and besides, it's between me and him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I arrived home around 4 p.m. I had to rush a little cause we we're going to the birthday party. We arrived at the scene around 6pm i guess. The party hasn't even started yet. Everything began a few minutes before 8. It was alright at the beginning. Food was good too,as always! The only thing that made it enjoyable was the booze. I may not be a heavy drinker but it was my source of entertainment. Seeing drunk people talk crap and do interesting things in front of me is always priceless. Yes of course my parents were there and they don't mind me drinking but even though they don't mind,there were still obvious doubts about what I was doing. I just had 2 glasses of Club 99 and a shot of tequila ( i was just gettin started!) with some homeboys when my dad told me off everyone there. It was down right embarrassing. I didn't do anything wrong and I was perfectly fine -and I mean it! I wasn't drunk! He,on the other hand thought I was and he started to hate what he saw. After he told me off, i stopped drinking but I was still at the table (with my sister ) talking to them. Whenever he approaches, he would snoop around and there was this one time when he raised his voice and told me off again. Ok, the first was alright and acceptable but this time, I wasn't even drinking and for him to do that was down right lame and retarded. The thing is, I was just talking and a glass full of liquor that belonged to the person sitting beside me (who wasn't there at that time) was in front of me. Talk about judging things too soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;After those two incidents, I lost my mood to even talk and have fun. I just sat there,listened to all of them (including the host) laugh around. Dad was there too,sipping on his tea with a displeased look on his face. Time passed and by 1a.m,we were going off already. Too bad we couldn't stay. maybe that was another reason why he wouldn't let us sleep over. On the way to the car,during the 'bye-bye.see u next time" session, my dad over-heard one homeboy (that i was talking to previously) telling me to drop by his work place some time if I'm free. He  told me off again inside the car. I was just nodding my head and smiling when the guy told me. I wasn't serious on planning to meet up with him. No way! I'd rather go out with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; than him. My dad thought I was really going to meet up with the guy so he said "don't you dare or else you're done with!". What the fuck !!!! Why am i always misjudged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Last night was just a screw up. I never thought it would end up like that. He was telling me off from the car to the house. What a joyride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I know why he acted that way. He was just protecting me and all. I value that but why can't he be less tense about it? He seriously doesn't know me and my sister well. First of, I don't go for those types of guys and secondly, I'm not 'that' type of girl. Think I'm cheap? I'll smack your face in return! I hate it when people (including my own parents) give me wrong perceptions. It's just fucking retarded that people judge other people based on their current behavior. What's happening now and how that person deals with it varies from time to time. It doesn't give people the right to judge them quickly. Helloooooo! I'm trying to think from both sides here! I know and understand how parents would feel if their kid is behaving weirdly than what they are accustomed with. My dad reacted way over the matter and I defended me and my sister with the type of manner that can seem to be rude. Yes I know it's my fault too and I admit it. Just don't tell me this again mom," your cousins aren't like that!". You don't have any idea how their lifestyle is so quit pretending that you know them very well! That goes to you too dad! I know and realize  that I'm not the most descent girl you can meet but at least I know boundaries and limits. There are other girls out there that are worse than me and my sis. Oh, I forgot,why would you care ?They aren't your responsibilities anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And to my sayang,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm sorry about last night..the drinking and all. I understand that you felt what dad felt.Forgive me.I didn't mean to upset you. I know I have upset you plenty of times and I'm sorry. I ♥ you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-8604746599961301500?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8604746599961301500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=8604746599961301500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8604746599961301500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/8604746599961301500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/eventfuldoubtfulwasteful.html' title='Eventful.Doubtful.Wasteful.'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SOh-3xwl4-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/E5eKE6oqj_4/s72-c/tequilashot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5619400010601475855</id><published>2008-09-29T20:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:32:19.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a day! I'm tired,hungry and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off, this thing that I go through almost everyday with my dad is burdening me. He won't understand. HE will never hear me out. On the way to the bus stop where I wait every single day, a friend called. I was too annoyed to answer the call. It rang twice. "Aren't you gonna answer the call? ", dad said. " Malas nak jawab. It's my choice whether i wanna answer it or not." Yeah that's what I said. "Kenapa tak nak angkat pula? Kenapa malas pulak?" Ujarnya lagi. I stepped out of the car with a big sigh. I hate it when he snoops around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I waited and waited but it didn't take long before a white small car stopped in front of me. It was my bus mate. He offered to take me to work since he was going the same way). What was I thinking?? I mean, I barely know the person but I just plunged in? What would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; say?? He seems to be alright though. Old enough to be someone's uncle or father. Before I accepted the offer, a part of me held back but just the thought of being late scared me enough to jump in. I arrived safe and sound though. I thanked him and got out of the car. Took a deep breath and thank God I was fine. I crossed the busy road with only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sayang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; on my mind. How I wish he could hold my hand while we cross like he always does. The hope and thought of seing him during lunch made me happy and my worries went away for a while. Before going inside the office, I bought myself two peices of bread for breakfast. Time passed and my cramps were kicking in like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was already 12 pm. The cramps were still there and it made me feel really pissed. I looked behind me and told my lunch buddy and colleague that I was going out with someone for lunch. it was weird though cause she seemed to not care about who i was having lunch with. It's like she was tired of listening to  all my 'dear diary tales'. Before I could turn back to my computer screen,she stopped me and reminded me to be careful with what I do. I am still on probation after all and she just told me to watch my actions carefully. That moment hit me like Hurricane Katrina. It got me on the ground again. I knew I was procrastinating at some point but not to the extent where I wasn't doing any work at all. Oh no siree! But I thank her for getting me back on the ground again. I nodded and responded with a worried smile and finally turned my head to the computer. With a lot of things and worries in my mind, I continued working on the links that I had  to fix. Still a long way to go. The clock struck 1 and I was relieved to get out and breathe some fresh air. I went down but he wasn't there like he promissed. " Must be on his way," I muttered. I redialed and redialed until I got tired pressing the keypad. When i reached the restaurant, I recieved a text. I was wrong about him being late. He wasn't gonna show up at all. Turns out that he just woke up from his slumber. I was disappointed. I just despise it when people tell me that they will do things and that it  seemed to be for certain when it's actually not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyhow,my afternoon was better than what I went through earlier I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He's home now. So am I. I arrived an hour ago,knackered. I miss him a lot. Tomorrow might be a long day and I won't get to see him at all. I don't even know when. I just feel so distant lately. It's like he's distant from me. Always busy hanging out and sleeping late,very late! It's not that I don't want him to hang out with his friends or whatever it is that guys do but I just don't like how his friends treat him. They don't seem to appreciate him and all.  I just don't like it when they tease him a lot. I care helluva lot about him. I can't stand seing him sad and lonely or alone. If I could, I'd do everything to cheer him up when he feels down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sayang, I don't want to lose you at all. I hope you understand that I get mad at you at times cause I care about you and I love you.What i feel for you is possibly as deep as the earth's core and I don't like it when anyone hurts you inside. Sorry for being such a bitch at times (that includes the times I bombard you with mean texts or words) and thank you for accepting me,flaws and all. When we don't talk to each other, you are still in my mind and it gets more painful the longer we keep quiet. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if your love was all i have in this life,that would be enough until the end of time. rest your weary heart and relax your mind..  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justin Timberlake's Until The end of Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5619400010601475855?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5619400010601475855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5619400010601475855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5619400010601475855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5619400010601475855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-5367809637893858487</id><published>2008-09-27T16:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:26:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SN3vKF2fMRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cuMs2Q6qGhU/s1600-h/P1110083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SN3vKF2fMRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cuMs2Q6qGhU/s200/P1110083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250615697232310546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A Note to Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;You definitely know how much I miss you. I tell you that every time we talk on the phone and whenever we chat online but today, I missed you more than ever. Knowing that you are much further away than where you normally are, I couldn't help but think about how you're doing. IS it too cold there? Are people nice with you? Yes I know you are strong and you are very capable of taking care of yourself but it's just different when we're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I can't believe how things change so quickly and how time flies. First time we met, you were really quiet but you gave me a warm smile and an approachable look. The closer we were, the more inseparable we became. A year has passed since we met and never have I regret meeting someone like you.Oh,babe I'm counting on the day that I will see you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;We have been through a lot of things together and girl, you sure know how to react when I put on my long face especially when I'm starving! I admit,there are times when I'd rather shout at you or ignore you whenever I get cranky but I know that you understand and I thank you for that. It's a normal thing that friends go through anyways! Just the thought of what we've done together brings a smile to my face. Having you by my side during our trips helped me feel more comfortable and at the same time more energetic cause I know that we're always on the same page! Penang &amp;amp; Langkawi was great! Thailand was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;crazy as shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; fun even though we did have a minor argument (made me not talk to you on the way home). And Macau/Hong Kong was memorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I miss doing all those crazy things with you. I will never forget : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The night I got drunk in Langkawi, I stepped on your foot by accident while I was crawling on the bed. Laughed my way to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The lunch we had at that secluded japanese restaurant in Penang (and we thought they were closed!) It was worth the money!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snorkelling in Phi-phi (you taught me how to snorkel the right way)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bus Rides everywhere we go that are always full of something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the times when you held my hand and comforted me when we were on board, to and from Macau ( i'm sorry for all the gagging)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the times we came inside the class late after lunch break (definitely my fault!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep-overs at your crib&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;our first gig together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want you to know that even if we're millions of miles away from each other, you are never forgotten. Take care always wherever the plane takes you. I'm proud of you and what you have achieved so far. You have really grown,far more better than the Lia I met a year ago. Love you always,my bitch,my twin,my lover,my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-5367809637893858487?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5367809637893858487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=5367809637893858487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5367809637893858487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/5367809637893858487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/note-to-li-you-definitely-know-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SN3vKF2fMRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cuMs2Q6qGhU/s72-c/P1110083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3194346106344554461</id><published>2008-09-27T08:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:34:44.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;You are by far one of  the most irritating person I have ever met!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;You want me to be independent yet you stop me by telling me that what I'm doing is not good enough. You want me to be independent but instead, you treat me like a retard. It's like you think I'm not capable of doing things. Why don't you just admit that you're just too scared,worried and terrified that we are growing up and you can't seem to accept that fact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Could you please explain to me how everything really works?? Does it always have to be the I-Talk-You-Listen-No Questions attitude or the DO-AS-I- SAY-OR-ELSE-SUFFER way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;How on earth are we going to have proper communication when we cant even get through you without having to kiss you ass? Huh, I'm sorry but that's the cold truth! You only listen when you think we deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;You send out nonsense threats to scare me but I am just too tired to even bother if they are true or just one of your white lies. You know what hurts me the most? It's those words you bombard me with whenever you think you are right and I am wrong. But hey,who am i kidding?? You are always right! Or so you thought!  You don't like to listen to what we have to say and you always think that every reason I give you are all a bunch of crap. I don't mind you being protective and all but this is just too much! I understand that you worry about me whenever I'm out and about  but why can't you be a little more like mom? Just a little. I like the way you are but when it comes to certain things, I prefer talking to mom than having to face you. I don't know how and why you take my explanations as excuses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Gawd I don't know how much of this I can take. For now, I'm done giving you 'excuses'. I'm done reaching out to you. Do whatever you want to do but don't let me catch you. Say whatever you want to say but be cautious of what you say. You're not always right you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;If only you know how much I long for  the day when you will accept me for who I am.  I miss you. Things that happened made it harder for me to approach you and I can't even hug you whenever I want to cause of the ego I have for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Even though you annoy me,make me hate you sometimes but Dad, I want you to know that I appreciate you and the things you do,so much and I love you. Thank you for being our man of steel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3194346106344554461?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3194346106344554461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3194346106344554461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3194346106344554461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3194346106344554461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday-morning-confession.html' title='Saturday Morning Confession'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4148538406714618583</id><published>2008-09-25T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:23:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Another week,another Thursday to be remembered. I'm not really in the mood to elaborate so I'm just gonna put it this way. Just so when I read this blog again, I will be reminded of this day. ONly I know what these scribbles below mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment so intense with emotion that can't be unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote Our names on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went crazy before,during and after dinner with colleagues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4148538406714618583?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4148538406714618583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4148538406714618583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4148538406714618583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4148538406714618583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4464202239414724026</id><published>2008-09-23T20:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:36:29.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Chapter One : Karlinzky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sayang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only u know how much you mean to me. Pertemuan kita bukan satu kebetulan tapi takdir and I would like to think of it that way for as long as i live. I know people think that it's has been like a bullet train ride but I don't care about what they say. People may tell me to find someone who is taller,richer or financially stable but I don't give a fuck. I have you and I thank GOD for sending you into my life. Things have been better since I met you and eventhough it has been just a month, we have been through quite a lot together and I wouldn't mind going through good and bad times with you. I couldn't be more relieved that it was you who was always by my side. You met me on a time where I was on the verge of losing the ground that I stood in but you managed to save me from the quicksand of reality. U kept me stable when I was not and you kept me sane enough to be what I am. Most of all, you gave me back my self respect and I thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever forget those moments? I still remember that rainy day you came to see me just to have lunch with me and you were soaking wet from the heavy rain. I saw you standing in one corner,shivering from the cold wind and waiting patiently for me.&lt;br /&gt;How bout the time when you surprised me later that evening on the bus stop? And you kept telling me that you're not a romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time it scares me that this is all too soon or too fast and it would end up the same way  but like you always tell me when I'm down, " I'm by yourside no matter what". I pray hard everyday that this won't end up like my previous relationships but it's too soon to tell. I am very affraid of losing you and I'm affraid of losing my way. Always guide me so that i'll always be on the path that leads to where we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if there are times when u felt or you would feel that I'm emotionally unavailable.I'm sorry for making you worry alot. I'm sorry if I have hurt you in any possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how else I can put these words together  cause I'm not much of a writer. I just want you to know that I love you and I cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monthsarry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your One &amp;amp; Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4464202239414724026?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4464202239414724026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4464202239414724026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4464202239414724026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4464202239414724026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-one-karlinzky.html' title='Chapter One : Karlinzky'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-4007387576963948516</id><published>2008-04-03T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:58:45.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy happy??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The fuck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a month since I last saw that particular face. I've waited and waited for him to add me in his Myspace but it never happened. Met him in a gig in some school. I wasn't paying attention to him at first but somehow he took my attention by talking to me while bands we're performing up on the stage.. I feel bad cuz..all this while..well,wait..most of the time (sounds better) he keeps poppin in and outa ma head fo sum reason (and oh he reminds me of that guy from a filipino soap opera called Kay Tagal..Alwyn sumthin..hohoooohoo) eventho I'm kinda goin out with someone atm..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why?? Oh and right now..im sooo moody and i have no idea why..and no it's not PMS..damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-4007387576963948516?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4007387576963948516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=4007387576963948516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4007387576963948516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/4007387576963948516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/04/crappy-happy.html' title='Crappy happy??'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1713705927253611645</id><published>2008-03-30T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:06:23.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice - cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Any Given Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today..was like any other Sunday -attended the 11.30 mass then had lunch. Instead of the usual lunch at our usual place, we just had chicken ricefor lunch in some restaurant just nearby the church. After lunch, I thought we were going home but we went to MidValley Megamall instead. Got myself a big wafer cone full of chocolate chip ice-cream   from Gellatisimo which is btw,my all time favorite flavor (yay!!) thanx to daddy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After countless walking around the mall, Trix and I stopped by the toilet. Took me a while to find it cuz I havent been to that place since last year (lmao). While I was waiting for her in front of the sink..some other teenage chics were like a few metres away from me,talking about God knows what in front of the mirror,checking themselves out and it came across ma head that they prolly went there with some guys and yes i was right. Well, on the way out of the toilet, this chic looked at me in an infuriating manner and with the " I look way better than you" look on her face. I wasn't looking at her that time but i saw the whole thing in the mirror. "Whose dumb now, biatch??" I seriosly hate it when girls think that they are complete hot stuffs.. puhleaaasee! We're all the same! We would all still stink and rot when we die! So why look down on other people who you think might not be as well dressed as you? Damn.. Unless a fashion-crime has been done but it still doesn't give you the access to look down on someone.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird though that some girls, go to gigs just to get noticed with what they have on instead of enjoying good fun music. hohohooo.....narcissism really rules the world nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1713705927253611645?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1713705927253611645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1713705927253611645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1713705927253611645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1713705927253611645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title='Any Given Sunday'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-1132596476626235037</id><published>2008-03-11T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:33:09.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I wanna Hold Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is there anyone who wants to listen to my story?? I don't think so though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so unfair.. I effin much that someone and i don't think he even knows that I do. My bestfriend found someone who loved her and that she  loved as well. My other bestie also found a guy that loves her so much. My sister too.. That makes me more lonely than ever. Why?? It's kinda tiring to just wait and wait but..I think it might be worth waiting for a TL to come my way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-1132596476626235037?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1132596476626235037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=1132596476626235037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1132596476626235037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/1132596476626235037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-hold-your-hand.html' title='I wanna Hold Your Hand'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-964254676773795428</id><published>2008-03-11T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:46:46.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>CLUMSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I guess the sceptics were right about that four letter word that everybody experiences- LOVE. I ain't talking about the love of a parent to the child or the love you get  from friends..no no..it's the type of love that gets u trippin,stumbling, tumbling (yeah,u guessed it...Fergie's song called "Clumsy"). All of those &lt;cross&gt;shit &lt;/cross&gt;happens when ur in love with someone..first few weeks can seem like a movie or a fairy tale for some people but beyond that point can be like an emotional blackmail or like a never ending roller coaster ride (unless u call it quits).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For some freakin reason, i feel like i have been cursed by summin or someone. So far, I have never been with someone for more than 6 months. I've been in 8 relationships and not evn one of them survived 6 mths. It always ends with me getting dumped or me dumping  someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When i thought that things would go well, i stand corrected. I don't understand why I end up being a sucker. A sucker for that four letter word that I find hard to type at the mo. I thought it was different but it turned out to be quite similar with what i had gone through in the past.  Eventhough there were times where i felt like quiting or leaving..my feelings for him made me hold on to it. Ignoring all those voices in my head that kept telling me to leave. All those moments i spent with him meant a lot to me but now everything is just a memmory that will stay in my head.... Leaving me and my heart badly bruised and broken (again). &lt;im tho="" game="" blame="" playing=""&gt;it just wasn't meant to be. To some it might have looked too good to be true and i guess they were right.&lt;/im&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And because what i feel for that someone is true, i just did the only thing that made him happy although it s not easy to do..I just LET GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-964254676773795428?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/964254676773795428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=964254676773795428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/964254676773795428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/964254676773795428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/clumsy.html' title='CLUMSY'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-2786503774271675446</id><published>2008-03-11T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:31:00.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-biological Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SNjvELI38WI/AAAAAAAAABE/iawf3cDb2wU/s1600-h/mimi..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SNjvELI38WI/AAAAAAAAABE/iawf3cDb2wU/s320/mimi..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249208220688839010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I just browsed through all my old comments...and i saw all the comment we sent each other aaages ago. Reading through all of those and looking at the pics and icons that come with the comments made me miss her more..I miss doing those stupid things that we can't help but do wenever we are effin bored..i even saw the pic where we were both lying on the floor..lookin wasted..and my pics that she sent through Myspace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh and our video..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;thinking about what we've been through made me realize that our relationship is more than a friendship but also a sisterhood..a way of living..and can sometimes be described as 'lesbianism' [lol on that]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Through her..because of her..my world became a better place..and I wouldn't be Lyndz if it wasn't for her. It's funny how the time heals everything. Get this, I used to dislike her and was jealous of her back when we we're in Form 3 because back then she was close with my 'object of attention/bestie'. A year later..We were in the same class. And that's when my whole world became greater. We endeavored heaps of bittersweet situations together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh i still remember, when I had a fight with one of our mates just for the sake of defending my other homegirl, Shed that made the three of us cry. Well..it was sheer anger that made me cry. I was shouting and I almost pulled out a chair and the next thing I kno..I was crying..then Shed cried..and then She approached me and cried by my side. That same day this lame as teacher caught all of us not wearing our uniforms. Shed and i got sent to the counselor's office together with the girl's that we had a fight with. She was left behind with my other friend in the classroom only to find themselves the victim of our principal's wingwoman [lol] who happens to have no clue watsoever about how to use phone cameras [she used it to take their pix].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Back to what i really have in mind! I appreciate everything that she has done for me and cherish everything that we've done together..All those misunderstandings and lil quarrels are just challenges to see how far our friendship can withstand everything. When the world turned their backs on her,i was there and i would like to be there again if ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Time passed by and now we're both in different colleges. New life,new cliques and set of friends etc. And she's somewhere quite far away from home [and me].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Even though we don't get to spend almost everyday of our lives together like back in high school,and we don't always get the chance to talk to each other,it's alright. I understand her and I know that even though we're miles apart, my thoughts about her is not. Only God knows how much i love her , miss her and how much she means in the world to me. I don't know how I'd be if i lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She is my greatest SCANDAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She is my Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She is  my Boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; my BESTFRIEND,Mimi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Mimi once said : " Valentines Day for Miss Mimi and Miss Lyndz means... Girl's Only and No Testicles Day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-2786503774271675446?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2786503774271675446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=2786503774271675446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2786503774271675446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/2786503774271675446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-baby-boo-aka-best-friend.html' title='Un-biological Sister'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VyBfG1xRXkU/SNjvELI38WI/AAAAAAAAABE/iawf3cDb2wU/s72-c/mimi..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3250985836081177058</id><published>2008-03-11T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:19:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From my myspace to my blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;It's 10.28pm..I just finished watching GoodLuck Chuck in my Pc [well i actually share it with my sis].I totes dig that movie for the rite reasons..I mean not because there are plenty of err..tits and 'movie' sex but because of the message that got through me. Well, isn't it clear? "if you love something,set them free". True. BUT! Don't take it literally..Cause like our parents or sum old folk would say, "God has a way of bringing two people together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Speaking of that so called 'famous' phrase..When will  I get to really love again?? I'm just sick of all those 'spring flings'. I'm not saying this because I'm desperate for a boy friend [ok?!] but becuz  think..[w8!! I'm gonna say this in my native linggo]..here goes..Dahil may dahilan na ako kung bakit ayaw ko ng makipag-fling. Ayoko ng iba dahil cya lang ang gusto ko[ows!] I was never lonely until..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well anyways, i had quite a long day..and longer days awaits me.. My trial exams :&lt;br /&gt;1.This Friday-just 80 Fucking questions tho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;2. The real exam will be on the 15th of March [which is just around the fucking corner]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Today..after doing revissions, Aliah and I went for lunch and hung out in Times Square..lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Yesterday,I went to IT'S A GIG DUDE! and stayed there till COUPLE finished performin.. it was a blast and altho sumtimes i felt lonely..all and all.it was a great day..I got to see my ho [love u loads yaw]..and met new friends.. at ang hilite ng buong araw ko?? Cyempre dahil nakita at nakasama ko cya hehehehe... I waited for the train for almost an hour and I arrived  home around 12 midnight..Good thing my parents were in a good mood or else i'd be grounded by now..huhuhuuuu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Fuckkk..I got heaps of other things to do..daymnnnn.. Till next time then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3250985836081177058?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3250985836081177058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3250985836081177058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3250985836081177058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3250985836081177058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-my-myspace-to-my-blogger.html' title='From my myspace to my blogger'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9198997230809067100.post-3746688730541177312</id><published>2008-03-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:48:28.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Good Evening,dear world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Hmmm..another boring weeknight. Daymn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nerdy.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oh well..mite as well pour out what i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;For years now, I have been wondering how some people can last for more than three months together. I mean..I admit that when i see couples who are madly in love with each other and especially if they look cute together, I get envious. For sheez!! How many times should I mention this fact: " I've never been in a relationship that lasted for more than 3 months"..?? Go figure! Like my other bad-ass bitch called Alice said, 'it's not your time yet I guess.." lol. That mami sure knows wat shit was she talking about. Up to date..how many 'spring flings' or so called 'scandals' have i been into? And most of them lasts for only 3 weeks. Like seriously! What's with the number 3? 3 months,3 weeks????3 days [been there,done that hun!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Cmon! I'm in college ho! I wanna know how a steady one feels like. I'm kinda tired of being in every corner. Jumping from one fling to another like err....jumping on trains? I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one feeling like this in this world. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sometimes, I just fucking envy my sister cause she's got the same guy hanging around for 4 years now. Eventho they previously broke up and got back together after 2 years. I was (afterall) responsible for the breakup ( cuz back then I didn't think he deserves my sis-protective much)! Sometimes I just wish that someone would love me as I am. Funny thing is, even my sis has a fair share of envy wen it comes to my so-called love life. Lol..watevs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Like I said before, I'm not lonely..it's just that when you meet that someone,for some weird un-explainable reason, your heart feels empty like a hollow picture frame hung on the wall that  needs a perfect photograph to complete it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mutual understanding is enough for me at the moment though..I couldn't as k for more. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Oritey then..I think that's enough for now. Tho all these blogging made me [in a way] wish that I took Mass Comm instead of Tourism management. *SIGH* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9198997230809067100-3746688730541177312?l=lyndzflyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3746688730541177312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9198997230809067100&amp;postID=3746688730541177312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3746688730541177312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9198997230809067100/posts/default/3746688730541177312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyndzflyn.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-eveningdear-world.html' title='Good Evening,dear world!'/><author><name>Lyndz Dyscalculia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11954470920272220754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4RhzFPmQA/Tc-ErNh1KsI/AAAAAAAAATU/hJXNbfTY3SA/s220/C360_2011-05-07%2B16-31-56.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
