<?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-8441640</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:44:10.813+08:00</updated><category term='peeling onions'/><category term='tv series'/><category term='GLA'/><category term='anti-valentine'/><category term='nicknames'/><category term='LASbians'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='yin/roxanne'/><category term='zaneta'/><category term='PLC reunion'/><category term='hoes over bros'/><category term='changing the world'/><category term='richie'/><category term='rat'/><category term='carolyn'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='stupidity'/><category 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term='its a sister thing'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='ahma'/><category term='judging another'/><category term='SMSS reunion'/><category term='reminder'/><category term='oranges'/><category term='beautiful'/><category term='memories'/><category term='biology'/><category term='the dad returns'/><category term='set construction'/><category term='leonard'/><category term='kids these days'/><category term='UC stayover'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='misha&apos;s farewell'/><category term='random boy'/><category term='cyanide and happiness'/><category term='punk / emo day'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='hug buddy'/><category term='recovery'/><category term='tag ur it'/><category term='isaac'/><category term='blonde'/><category term='the waiting game'/><category term='outing with John Hicks'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='club'/><category term='bored'/><category term='stripped'/><category term='james'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='confessions'/><category term='the viper room'/><category term='against all odds'/><category term='celebrity gossip'/><category term='alice cheng&apos;s birthday'/><category term='disection'/><category term='men should be hung by their toes'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='romanticized anime'/><category term='cheerleaders are stupid'/><category term='marriage prediction'/><category term='drink training'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='anime'/><category term='weird'/><category term='lab'/><category term='first week of university'/><category term='jun'/><category term='richter'/><category term='nose bleed'/><category term='get well soon'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>the past.</title><subtitle type='html'>.. used to be her desires..  her satisfaction. 

now its over; its her burden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1060</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4843343468112320866</id><published>2007-07-08T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:16:18.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uhoh?'/><title type='text'>the doctor said that you'll be normal in no time</title><content type='html'>be shocked people.. coz &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;me and yin just cut jun's hai&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls off chair laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its actually not that bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if&lt;/span&gt; you're partially blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigod, yin and i were so fucked when he went to the bathroom to catch his reflection..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAN and HID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, i think it looks nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..if he just spikes everything up for the next month and a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4843343468112320866?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4843343468112320866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4843343468112320866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/cutting-his-hair.html' title='the doctor said that you&apos;ll be normal in no time'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5252590963342976010</id><published>2007-07-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:41:45.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaneta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas present exchange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oranges'/><title type='text'>its orange~</title><content type='html'>was just going through some past posts and i came across &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;zaneta: *hands over Christmas present*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn: *excitedly opens it* wow! zanie! thank you SO much for this GORGEOUS necklace, i've never seen a necklace in orange that looks so unique and nice! i love it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;zaneta: *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025413046175543778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3aiiroMeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W7LjVuue1tg/s400/DSC04859.JPG" border="0" /&gt; lynn:*somethings not quite right... this necklace is so orange, am i hallucinating? is it even possible......*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3dfCroMgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Sfm-ONj8A0s/s1600-h/DSC04860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025416284580884994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3dfCroMgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Sfm-ONj8A0s/s400/DSC04860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lynn: *... for the necklace to SMELL like an orange?!* zan... the necklace smells orangie!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025416293170819602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3dfiroMhI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1bvf3AvfUFM/s400/DSC04861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;zaneta: *looks up from peeling her orange*:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025416275990950386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3deiroMfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IlNLVnj_K78/s400/DSC04858.JPG" border="0" /&gt; yes. i am that "blonde" sometimes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought you guys might enjoy that a little =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5252590963342976010?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5252590963342976010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5252590963342976010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-orange.html' title='its orange~'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rb3aiiroMeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W7LjVuue1tg/s72-c/DSC04859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6602369023055256116</id><published>2007-07-08T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:32:59.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiotic men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>i know its out there somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just as james uploaded a new comic..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RpCbEKiYH6I/AAAAAAAACp0/0NKaWRsQEsM/s1600-h/DSC00942s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RpCbEKiYH6I/AAAAAAAACp0/0NKaWRsQEsM/s400/DSC00942s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084734475151613858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.. the exact thing happens to me online.. : &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RpCbD6iYH5I/AAAAAAAACps/ctLVBmdVCAE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RpCbD6iYH5I/AAAAAAAACps/ctLVBmdVCAE/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084734470856646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;be hung by his toes for being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; shallow&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clear up my room (that includes changing the bed sheets and doona covers)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-reorganize all my books and magazines and furnature&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-vacuum the floor of my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-take some photographs and upload them&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-write some letters&lt;br /&gt;-make cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-paint my nails (black :p)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-do my hair. do something to it. try out new styles? a different parting? maybe make the ends flick out&lt;br /&gt;-watch blood diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-sing and dont let anything get me down :)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6602369023055256116?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6602369023055256116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6602369023055256116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-its-out-there-somewhere.html' title='i know its out there somewhere'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RpCbEKiYH6I/AAAAAAAACp0/0NKaWRsQEsM/s72-c/DSC00942s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5758042078761304538</id><published>2007-07-08T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:13:24.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><title type='text'>i toss and turn because..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum came into my room (or tried to, at least because i lock my doors) and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at 4.45am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i couldnt fall back asleep till around &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i dont really care coz i slept till about 2.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will reorganize my room and take some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get my life back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if my mother's gonna emphasize my flaws again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to turn back to the things i like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clear up my room (that includes changing the bed sheets and doona covers)&lt;br /&gt;        -reorganize all my books and magazines and furnature&lt;br /&gt;        -vacuum the floor of my room&lt;br /&gt;-take some photographs and upload them&lt;br /&gt;-write some letters&lt;br /&gt;-make cards.&lt;br /&gt;-paint my nails (black :p)&lt;br /&gt;-do my hair. do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something &lt;/span&gt;to it. try out new styles? a different parting? maybe make the ends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flick &lt;/span&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;-watch blood diamond&lt;br /&gt;-sing and dont let anything get me down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you yin. thanks for that hug last night. you had no idea how much that meant to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5758042078761304538?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5758042078761304538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5758042078761304538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/yawn.html' title='i toss and turn because..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1572845078710801677</id><published>2007-07-08T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:13:48.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>skin up against mine</title><content type='html'>perhaps something changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1572845078710801677?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1572845078710801677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1572845078710801677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/skin-up-against-mine.html' title='skin up against mine'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-615519249504794091</id><published>2007-07-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:13:57.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational quotes'/><title type='text'>you look really healthy but you're dying inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;live not to intimidate; but inspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-615519249504794091?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/615519249504794091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/615519249504794091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-look-really-healthy-but-youre-dying.html' title='you look really healthy but you&apos;re dying inside'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-188503742996873498</id><published>2007-07-07T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:14:04.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>*strangled scream*</title><content type='html'>oh god, i am still so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-188503742996873498?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/188503742996873498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/188503742996873498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/strangled-scream.html' title='*strangled scream*'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6738481799412445693</id><published>2007-07-07T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T16:14:22.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaneta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheer me up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hug me'/><title type='text'>hugs from zaneta =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-a36iYH4I/AAAAAAAACpk/003zeywqT4o/s1600-h/hugforlynn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-a36iYH4I/AAAAAAAACpk/003zeywqT4o/s400/hugforlynn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084452789721505666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;... and i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6738481799412445693?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6738481799412445693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6738481799412445693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/hugs-from-zaneta.html' title='hugs from zaneta =)'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-a36iYH4I/AAAAAAAACpk/003zeywqT4o/s72-c/hugforlynn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2286692684273360348</id><published>2007-07-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:17:29.444+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music and lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anisha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eskimo'/><title type='text'>its that you absolutely refuse to fail.</title><content type='html'>my day started at 7.00am.. where i was abruptly awoken by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rude banging racket &lt;/span&gt;made by my mother. naturally, i wasnt exactly happy for numerous reasons. them being : &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who the hell likes being woken up like that&lt;/span&gt; and i had trouble sleeping &lt;strike&gt; motherfuckingpieceofshit &lt;/strike&gt;. breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of the house by 8.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to music while yin played tennis (her stupid partner didnt go out so she didnt end up playing anyway) and was rotting there so i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; camwhored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GH6iYH0I/AAAAAAAACpE/PpHHViEsMQ4/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GH6iYH0I/AAAAAAAACpE/PpHHViEsMQ4/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084429974855229250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIKiYH1I/AAAAAAAACpM/OB-_nsWfiB0/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIKiYH1I/AAAAAAAACpM/OB-_nsWfiB0/s400/Photo-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084429979150196562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GHqiYHzI/AAAAAAAACo8/usKsgLDxidw/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GHqiYHzI/AAAAAAAACo8/usKsgLDxidw/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084429970560261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIaiYH2I/AAAAAAAACpU/ZrjdOeV1DME/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIaiYH2I/AAAAAAAACpU/ZrjdOeV1DME/s400/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084429983445163874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one thing that i was amused with was the toilet sign at the ladies'.. coz they portrayed the girl &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; shape *amused look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIqiYH3I/AAAAAAAACpc/oLBzDBXGDuY/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GIqiYH3I/AAAAAAAACpc/oLBzDBXGDuY/s400/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084429987740131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then.. i was hungry again so.. McD's at 10.00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30am- followed mum to the market. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt; got worst so i stayed in the car and tried to sleep. managed to snag about 15mins of rest in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with Richie and Anisha. then we attempted to go shopping but parking was a bitch so we just drove around and around and around until in the end we went to Kensington renting DVDs and grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home: internet. and it was so annoying coz mum kept on asking me to do shit. why the hell do we set a timetable when whenever i am not in, i have to do a replacement (its only right, right?) but when my siblings are out, i just have to do all of it and i dont get to replace. when i asked her whose duty it is.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she freaked out at me and screamed at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pre-dinner&lt;/strike&gt; drinks. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt thought i was drunk -_-" oh-puh-leeseee. those signs do not equal drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;drinks&lt;/span&gt; while watching some movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched 'music and lyrics' halfway before R&amp;A left with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower. nice, hot, glorious shower (probably the best part of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; drinking&lt;/span&gt; the last of my chivas and watching 'Just My Luck'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention the whole time my mom just complained about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'lynn doesnt sleep early' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. whats it to you? what the hell does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lynn doesnt help out with chores' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i help out, but do you notice? all you notice is when i dont do something. no, i dont want to help out with the garden and me waking up late has nothing to do with it. i just dont want to do the stupid wood chopping while you make my ears blister and remind me how unworthy i am of everything. and no, you telling me exactly how things should be done, even if the results would be exactly the same, doesnt make things easier because who in the world likes to hear "no, its like thiiiiss" "haiihh.. dont you know how to do it?" every few minutes? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of me just wants to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;flop and admit defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the past few weeks, i guess &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am not the same person anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few people taught me a couple of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to just admit defeat just like that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;made from so much more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and thank you to Richie who just downloaded Music&amp;amp;Lyrics for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2286692684273360348?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2286692684273360348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2286692684273360348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-know-what-it-feels-like.html' title='its that you absolutely refuse to fail.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro-GH6iYH0I/AAAAAAAACpE/PpHHViEsMQ4/s72-c/Photo-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4128766173741638439</id><published>2007-07-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:48:11.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart. my mind.</title><content type='html'>the heart has reasons that the mind cannot understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chivas at 6.30 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starter?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine, both red and white, as the meal beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets make it alcohol night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh fuck. really shouldnt have gone out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4128766173741638439?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4128766173741638439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4128766173741638439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/heart-has-reasons-that-mind-cannot.html' title='my heart. my mind.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1585873285419751760</id><published>2007-07-06T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:15:01.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misha&apos;s farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misha&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cindy'/><title type='text'>oh my god..</title><content type='html'>pictures from misha's birthday/farewell earlier this year.. i miss that girl so much..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro4uX6iYHvI/AAAAAAAACoc/v5YLj-juO_s/s1600-h/n601866804_81889_586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro4uX6iYHvI/AAAAAAAACoc/v5YLj-juO_s/s400/n601866804_81889_586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084052017733181170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;me. mabel. ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro4uYKiYHwI/AAAAAAAACok/QtWYAJ3H9O8/s1600-h/n601866804_81902_3540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro4uYKiYHwI/AAAAAAAACok/QtWYAJ3H9O8/s400/n601866804_81902_3540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084052022028148482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lovely ladies:&lt;br /&gt;top row : jennifer, cindy, me, chanel, sana, radhika&lt;br /&gt;bottom row: melanie, misha, iromy, rosalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just in case you guys were wondering.. cindy IS that tall.. and no, she's not wearing heels and yes, i love that woman to bits..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngeargh.. i really gotta catch up with her these hols =) *scrambles for mobile phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMIGOD.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss my long hairrrrr&lt;/span&gt;  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1585873285419751760?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1585873285419751760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1585873285419751760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-god.html' title='oh my god..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ro4uX6iYHvI/AAAAAAAACoc/v5YLj-juO_s/s72-c/n601866804_81889_586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-581965138833105258</id><published>2007-07-06T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:21:30.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>naive with my heart</title><content type='html'>hmm.. for some weird reason.. i seem to find tongue rings &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; off putting now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..maybe coz i've been browsing pictures and come across alot of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; infected &lt;/span&gt;looking tongues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gonna play some board and card games with my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses. misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a while later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whattttt?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i retire a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;millionaire,&lt;/span&gt; am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;, and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun retires&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; poor, married&lt;/span&gt;, and childless (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is infertile; bwahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin retires &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poor, married,&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIVE children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-581965138833105258?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/581965138833105258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/581965138833105258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/naive-with-my-heart.html' title='naive with my heart'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7414561126770902537</id><published>2007-07-06T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:49:58.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam results'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the university of melbourne'/><title type='text'>PASSing through~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;results are out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; pass &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have gotten a higher grade but i shall just say i passed :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what else does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7414561126770902537?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7414561126770902537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7414561126770902537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/passing-through.html' title='PASSing through~'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-155629857251997199</id><published>2007-07-05T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:24:05.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><title type='text'>potter boy</title><content type='html'>harry comes out in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-155629857251997199?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/155629857251997199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/155629857251997199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/potter-boy.html' title='potter boy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1082798754434932459</id><published>2007-07-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:23:23.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ahma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scotch college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='set construction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>it breaks his heart; and therefore, it breaks mine</title><content type='html'>set construction at Scotch College :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the design that we have to build..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5HaiYHZI/AAAAAAAACls/Az3HtjVxbVg/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5HaiYHZI/AAAAAAAACls/Az3HtjVxbVg/s400/Photo-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083641616428178834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gKiYHWI/AAAAAAAAClU/7nZiqVx_lIs/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gKiYHWI/AAAAAAAAClU/7nZiqVx_lIs/s400/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640942118313314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. a three dimensional gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stage area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5HqiYHaI/AAAAAAAACl0/YMbkruc7hao/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5HqiYHaI/AAAAAAAACl0/YMbkruc7hao/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083641620723146146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5H6iYHbI/AAAAAAAACl8/5iMA4ejgtc8/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5H6iYHbI/AAAAAAAACl8/5iMA4ejgtc8/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083641625018113458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5IKiYHcI/AAAAAAAACmE/1S33j1RFNuI/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5IKiYHcI/AAAAAAAACmE/1S33j1RFNuI/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083641629313080770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i did some painting.. unfortunately.. they made me wear this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5IKiYHdI/AAAAAAAACmM/wYk7vPTHx-k/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5IKiYHdI/AAAAAAAACmM/wYk7vPTHx-k/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083641629313080786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gKiYHXI/AAAAAAAAClc/VgTW9LGcVTI/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gKiYHXI/AAAAAAAAClc/VgTW9LGcVTI/s400/Photo-0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640942118313330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. yes, i wasnt too happy about it. in the end, i still got paint on my jeans :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the set that was built..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4f6iYHUI/AAAAAAAAClE/AkaRUZREfwA/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4f6iYHUI/AAAAAAAAClE/AkaRUZREfwA/s400/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640937823345986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4f6iYHVI/AAAAAAAAClM/U5NKhJxgm-4/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4f6iYHVI/AAAAAAAAClM/U5NKhJxgm-4/s400/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640937823346002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gaiYHYI/AAAAAAAAClk/aN7nb67nJXs/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy4gaiYHYI/AAAAAAAAClk/aN7nb67nJXs/s400/Photo-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640946413280642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love these (already painted) screws coz they just remind me of m&amp;ms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yKiYHQI/AAAAAAAACkk/w50nHBamAdU/s1600-h/Photo-0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yKiYHQI/AAAAAAAACkk/w50nHBamAdU/s400/Photo-0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640151844330754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yaiYHRI/AAAAAAAACks/48KZvGIm0a4/s1600-h/Photo-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yaiYHRI/AAAAAAAACks/48KZvGIm0a4/s400/Photo-0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640156139298066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yaiYHSI/AAAAAAAACk0/ZJw89uGf2HQ/s1600-h/Photo-0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yaiYHSI/AAAAAAAACk0/ZJw89uGf2HQ/s400/Photo-0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640156139298082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19qiYHHI/AAAAAAAACjc/lxYEnCUzc4M/s1600-h/Photo-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19qiYHHI/AAAAAAAACjc/lxYEnCUzc4M/s400/Photo-0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083638150389570674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yqiYHTI/AAAAAAAACk8/COTMVgtXnK0/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yqiYHTI/AAAAAAAACk8/COTMVgtXnK0/s400/Photo-0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640160434265394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the storage area where i found.. the fireplace we built for the 'Oliver!' production 2 years ago..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yKiYHPI/AAAAAAAACkc/uKpnMKQQoms/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3yKiYHPI/AAAAAAAACkc/uKpnMKQQoms/s400/Photo-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083640151844330738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3IKiYHNI/AAAAAAAACkM/C37mCtjCb64/s1600-h/Photo-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3IKiYHNI/AAAAAAAACkM/C37mCtjCb64/s400/Photo-0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083639430289824978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and also the steps that were made for 'Oliver!'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3IKiYHOI/AAAAAAAACkU/u2mnERrTRZY/s1600-h/Photo-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3IKiYHOI/AAAAAAAACkU/u2mnERrTRZY/s400/Photo-0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083639430289824994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, we build everything from scratch.. and when i mean scratch.. i really mean recycled planks of wood :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3H6iYHMI/AAAAAAAACkE/YNRzCyI7lrM/s1600-h/Photo-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3H6iYHMI/AAAAAAAACkE/YNRzCyI7lrM/s400/Photo-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083639425994857666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yes, i camwhored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3HqiYHKI/AAAAAAAACj0/GOyvE-FEUDk/s1600-h/Photo-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3HqiYHKI/AAAAAAAACj0/GOyvE-FEUDk/s400/Photo-0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083639421699890338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy196iYHII/AAAAAAAACjk/U4xeOvibG6Q/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy196iYHII/AAAAAAAACjk/U4xeOvibG6Q/s400/Photo-0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083638154684537986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3H6iYHLI/AAAAAAAACj8/UOuqpzF7qRs/s1600-h/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy3H6iYHLI/AAAAAAAACj8/UOuqpzF7qRs/s400/Photo-0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083639425994857650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the end of the set construction, it was raining so i bullied Euan into driving me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19KiYHFI/AAAAAAAACjM/Ku0AMddLzEU/s1600-h/Photo-0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19KiYHFI/AAAAAAAACjM/Ku0AMddLzEU/s400/Photo-0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083638141799636050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the stupid butt scared me a few times when he just jerked the car around and coming thiis close to a pole and me panicking thinking that we were gonna crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19aiYHGI/AAAAAAAACjU/mi1n8FMu0dA/s1600-h/Photo-0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy19aiYHGI/AAAAAAAACjU/mi1n8FMu0dA/s400/Photo-0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083638146094603362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he freaked me out the most when he completely took his hands off the wheel to blow his nose -_-" i had to reach over and steer the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least he invited me to go rock climbing this weeked *pleased look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. but then he warned me that he's a reckless climber and nearly got kicked out of the place the last time.. *annoyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. set was fun.. even if the set this time isnt as impressive as the 'Oliver!'s set.. (i think you guys have seen it before .. if not..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHjI/AAAAAAAACm8/iftgB9tLYW4/s1600-h/DSCN3270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHjI/AAAAAAAACm8/iftgB9tLYW4/s400/DSCN3270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649493398199858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHkI/AAAAAAAACnE/uTqWtnHePhU/s1600-h/DSCN3268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHkI/AAAAAAAACnE/uTqWtnHePhU/s400/DSCN3268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649493398199874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHlI/AAAAAAAACnM/LOx8vzRiWHg/s1600-h/DSCN3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozAR6iYHlI/AAAAAAAACnM/LOx8vzRiWHg/s400/DSCN3251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649493398199890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozASKiYHmI/AAAAAAAACnU/S1IJrt9fFIk/s1600-h/DSCN3262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozASKiYHmI/AAAAAAAACnU/S1IJrt9fFIk/s400/DSCN3262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649497693167202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozASKiYHnI/AAAAAAAACnc/Ot9ZdyQTpb8/s1600-h/DSCN2982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RozASKiYHnI/AAAAAAAACnc/Ot9ZdyQTpb8/s400/DSCN2982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649497693167218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_waiYHeI/AAAAAAAACmU/fpnCTj-p8Wo/s1600-h/DSCN3309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_waiYHeI/AAAAAAAACmU/fpnCTj-p8Wo/s400/DSCN3309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648917872582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHfI/AAAAAAAACmc/plNLr4xIE2Y/s1600-h/DSCN3308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHfI/AAAAAAAACmc/plNLr4xIE2Y/s400/DSCN3308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648922167549426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHgI/AAAAAAAACmk/cvhz-ekDxhM/s1600-h/DSCN3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHgI/AAAAAAAACmk/cvhz-ekDxhM/s400/DSCN3282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648922167549442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHhI/AAAAAAAACms/OlbhhydZ_TI/s1600-h/DSCN3273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_wqiYHhI/AAAAAAAACms/OlbhhydZ_TI/s400/DSCN3273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648922167549458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_w6iYHiI/AAAAAAAACm0/WmZ-fh8NVis/s1600-h/DSCN3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy_w6iYHiI/AAAAAAAACm0/WmZ-fh8NVis/s400/DSCN3272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648926462516770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.. i &lt;strike&gt;think&lt;/strike&gt; know that i'll have fun doing this one nevertheless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i enjoy the look of utter shock from the boys faces that a girl can drill holes and use electrical appliances without killing everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the words of Mr Mc (yes, we gave him a nickname), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angel saves the day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's heading down to singapore again. not to mention he does weekly trips back to penang. i feel exhausted for him. doing all that traveling and stuff.. the reason why he has to go down to penang all the time is because my grandmother is ill.. and its not likely that she's gonna make it till the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i am not close to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah ma &lt;/span&gt;at all. every time i go over she pretty much ignores me and doesnt even try to talk to me even if i do try to utter a few chinese phrases like asking her if she would like some water, tea, food, and if she is well or not.. and even when i tell her i love her she just grunts/scoffs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i feel like things are too strenuous for my father. he always reminds us that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah ma &lt;/span&gt;is really antisocial because she has had a rough life. raising six children as a single mother wouldnt ever be easy. and to support them, she worked as a maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want, hope, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah ma &lt;/span&gt;to at least try to get better because at this point, i think she's pretty much given up. i dont care if she scoffs at me but i still want to have one last opportunity to tell her that i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1082798754434932459?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1082798754434932459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1082798754434932459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/pippin.html' title='it breaks his heart; and therefore, it breaks mine'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Roy5HaiYHZI/AAAAAAAACls/Az3HtjVxbVg/s72-c/Photo-0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7261179719993793548</id><published>2007-07-04T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:52:17.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you know (ping pong song)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag ur it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird conversations'/><title type='text'>four in the morning..</title><content type='html'>1. A person is only as good as - he/she lets him/herself to be&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendship is .. - beautiful&lt;br /&gt;3. To love is to.. - hurt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Money makes me. - SPEND&lt;br /&gt;5. I miss .. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My way of saying I care is by .. - being there ..&lt;br /&gt;7. I try to spread love and happiness by -  i dont knowwwwwwwwww!! small little gestures i guess..&lt;br /&gt;8. Pick the flowers when . - i dont really pick flowers :)&lt;br /&gt;9. To love someone is to.. - give a part of you away.&lt;br /&gt;10. Beauty is - in the eyes of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;11. When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was - being elected prefect the day after i allowed my father to bully me into perming my hair..  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When I was twenty one, I remember. - i'm not 21 yet :)&lt;br /&gt;13. I am most happy when - i'm with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Nothing makes me happier than - being with the people i love. isnt this question and the question before the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;15. If I can change one thing, I will change - i will take pain away.&lt;br /&gt;16. If smiles were cheap then I - would buy them in bulk and store them up and give them to the people who need to smile the most.&lt;br /&gt;17. Wouldn't it be nice if we could - just be with carefree&lt;br /&gt;18. If you want to die right now then you have to - think about the people who care about me. not be selfish coz if i died right now, the people who care about me would suffer as well.&lt;br /&gt;19. Money is not everything but - we rely on it, subconsciously believe that money can buy us happiness.&lt;br /&gt;20. The most touching moments I have experienced is - being really upset and anisha and richie made it 'make lynn happy' day and they bought me a country road bag to cheer me up and richie bought me flowers and they basically spent the afternoon with me. i think we just sat at the swings and talked :)&lt;br /&gt;21. I smile when - i see the people closest to me happy.&lt;br /&gt;22. When I am happy, I - smile and go psychotic&lt;br /&gt;23. If only I don't have to study, then - who says i do anyway?&lt;br /&gt;24. The best thing I did yesterday was.. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shhhh..  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If I ever write a book, I will give it this title - i really dont know. i dont have much to say about life.. wanna come up with a name for a book of my life that is the combination of (in the words of zaneta) 'one tree hill/greys anatomy' (and in the words of richie) 'sex and the city'. riiight.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do i really seem like someone promiscuous?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. One thing I must do before I die is - actually live.&lt;br /&gt;27. Doing this meme, I feel like - screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever bothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidest conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xXx : hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me : hey.. erm.. my name isnt spelt with one n..&lt;br /&gt;xXx : really?!&lt;br /&gt;me : errmm.. yes, i should know. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;of course i know you moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered to end with moron this time, james :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song. stuck. in. head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know. enrique iglesias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pci3zK48cXU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7261179719993793548?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7261179719993793548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7261179719993793548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/four-in-morning.html' title='four in the morning..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-547303513685376011</id><published>2007-07-04T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:43:09.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity gossip'/><title type='text'>its about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christina aguilera is pregnant!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strike&gt; dirrrty girl &lt;/strike&gt; classy woman is gonna have a little baby running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeekk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-547303513685376011?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/547303513685376011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/547303513685376011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-about-time.html' title='its about time'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5552021809530177773</id><published>2007-07-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:43:26.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>sisters who camwhore together.. stick together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophNKiYHCI/AAAAAAAACiw/uaIMPBiFXuY/s1600-h/DSC05401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophNKiYHCI/AAAAAAAACiw/uaIMPBiFXuY/s400/DSC05401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082982008235760674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophNqiYHDI/AAAAAAAACi4/wNGJqVf58o0/s1600-h/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophNqiYHDI/AAAAAAAACi4/wNGJqVf58o0/s400/DSC05402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082982016825695282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophN6iYHEI/AAAAAAAACjA/jmQjiJWsewg/s1600-h/DSC05404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophN6iYHEI/AAAAAAAACjA/jmQjiJWsewg/s400/DSC05404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082982021120662594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5552021809530177773?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5552021809530177773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5552021809530177773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/sisters-who-camwhore-together-stick.html' title='sisters who camwhore together.. stick together'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RophNKiYHCI/AAAAAAAACiw/uaIMPBiFXuY/s72-c/DSC05401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3017680973488189375</id><published>2007-07-03T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:44:07.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men should be hung by their toes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>thank you james :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoorRaiYG_I/AAAAAAAACiY/tV3ZRY7LHQI/s1600-h/DSC00924s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoorRaiYG_I/AAAAAAAACiY/tV3ZRY7LHQI/s400/DSC00924s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082922707622304754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. coz i write to zaneta and tell her that men should be hung by their toes (dont ask me where that comes from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid sappy korean romance stories that make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3017680973488189375?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3017680973488189375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3017680973488189375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-james.html' title='thank you james :)'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoorRaiYG_I/AAAAAAAACiY/tV3ZRY7LHQI/s72-c/DSC00924s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3856471044886927089</id><published>2007-07-03T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:44:16.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korean dramas'/><title type='text'>stairway to heaven</title><content type='html'>sigh.. stupid korean drama series that make me wanna cry =,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so predictable and yet i still fall prey to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiighhhhhhhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid 'stairway to heaven'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3856471044886927089?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3856471044886927089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3856471044886927089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='stairway to heaven'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-368745930576581677</id><published>2007-07-03T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:46:17.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>running naked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had to run from the bathroom all the way to my room via &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the long route &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;coz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i forgot my fucking towel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and locked the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; closer to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-368745930576581677?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/368745930576581677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/368745930576581677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/running-naked.html' title='running naked'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7013105460656134001</id><published>2007-07-03T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:47:04.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood sweetheart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chopping firewood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMSS reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan chan'/><title type='text'>the past.</title><content type='html'>at the point of conversation when there were 10 people chatting XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5baiYG8I/AAAAAAAACiA/BHdSwpdOUpk/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5baiYG8I/AAAAAAAACiA/BHdSwpdOUpk/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082867903839607746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12.oopm coz Euan called me and i was rude enuf to tell him to sod off coz i was sleeping -_-" even though i dont think i was that rude about it, i think i was screaming "LET ME FCKING SLEEP" in my head. ngeh. i think i managed, with lots of self control, to politely tell him that i was sleeping and that i'll go for set construction tomorrow (after lunch of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2.00pm my siblings came to bug me awake (they, the little minions that do my mother's evil bidding). had my brunch.. then helped mum chop some firewood which i think kinda killed my wrist :( but it was fun anyway coz where else can i find my &lt;strike&gt; retarded &lt;/strike&gt; sister doing these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5bqiYG9I/AAAAAAAACiI/CHzBulRmm5g/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5bqiYG9I/AAAAAAAACiI/CHzBulRmm5g/s400/Photo-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082867908134575058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister, today's hercules perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5b6iYG-I/AAAAAAAACiQ/VUnexjDHjzQ/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5b6iYG-I/AAAAAAAACiQ/VUnexjDHjzQ/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082867912429542370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting to jonathan right now and that ass is insulting me (as usual). i actually find it amusing that we still talk coz i guess, in a way, he was my childhood sweetheart (yes, kill me). but no, there werent any holding hands, there werent any innocent kisses, and there definately wasnt any walks in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his idea of being charming was cutting me ON BOTH ARMS with his scissors (he claims it was an accident, but identical scars?!) and in retaliation, i stabbed him with a pencil. sigh, young love.. *gags*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and when we were.. 13? we did this project together and he told the teacher i lost it. i ended up in tears in the girls bathroom crying coz i know that he had it. he found it a year or two ago. so it was definitely him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bodoh sial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it is nice that we're still pretty close after all the fights we went through :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never ever change &lt;/span&gt;though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he still finds joy in bullying me to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7013105460656134001?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7013105460656134001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7013105460656134001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/past.html' title='the past.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Ron5baiYG8I/AAAAAAAACiA/BHdSwpdOUpk/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3841111834169499150</id><published>2007-07-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:47:34.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nose bleed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>bleed over my futon.</title><content type='html'>did i mention i accidentally hit my sister in the nose and she bled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3841111834169499150?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3841111834169499150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3841111834169499150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/bleed-over-my-futon.html' title='bleed over my futon.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7678915611662269535</id><published>2007-07-03T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:49:34.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nicknames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMSS reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage prediction'/><title type='text'>first to get married?!</title><content type='html'>apparently.. i am going to be the first to get married O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will apparently never escape 'tiger' and 'susu-tay-lynn'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7678915611662269535?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7678915611662269535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7678915611662269535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-to-get-married.html' title='first to get married?!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8762362348238417168</id><published>2007-07-02T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:49:44.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMSS reunion'/><title type='text'>internet reunion</title><content type='html'>i fucking love 'old school' conversations where there are bout &lt;strike&gt;5-6&lt;/strike&gt; 10-12 ppl who used to be in the same class reminiscing and all those funny nickames come out. bwahahhaa and how much everyone has changed. i love this and can stay up all night baby, yeaaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8762362348238417168?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8762362348238417168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8762362348238417168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/internet-reunion.html' title='internet reunion'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-218224365362303484</id><published>2007-07-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:51:29.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richter'/><title type='text'>bet on it.</title><content type='html'>last night was hilarious.. was watching 'click' with my family and my mother was being her usual blur nut.. halfway through, the cd got jammed so we swapped over to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkaiYG5I/AAAAAAAACho/DA-izoAJ8qQ/s1600-h/400pxclickfilmnx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkaiYG5I/AAAAAAAACho/DA-izoAJ8qQ/s400/400pxclickfilmnx0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082472234272430994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eight below'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkKiYG4I/AAAAAAAAChg/98jTIBy_Gyo/s1600-h/keyart_800x600_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkKiYG4I/AAAAAAAAChg/98jTIBy_Gyo/s400/keyart_800x600_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082472229977463682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. my mother was so blur that my siblings and i managed to bluff her into thinking that they were the same movie XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahhaa.. she did catch on  eventually after my siblings and i doubled over laughing countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh yes, yea, you know adam sandler? yeah, he died and the guy, paul walker, is his son and its a continuation'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is for zz's richter.. hope the op goes well and that he gets better soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkaiYG6I/AAAAAAAAChw/oRXANTKyJGM/s1600-h/667358774l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkaiYG6I/AAAAAAAAChw/oRXANTKyJGM/s400/667358774l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082472234272431010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-218224365362303484?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/218224365362303484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/218224365362303484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/untitled.html' title='bet on it.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoiRkaiYG5I/AAAAAAAACho/DA-izoAJ8qQ/s72-c/400pxclickfilmnx0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-493922266033296666</id><published>2007-07-01T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:51:48.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paperdoll boutique'/><title type='text'>Love dressing up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paperdollboutique.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y6/impassioned/paperdollboutique_ad01_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step into her wardrobe. Party/casual style dresses &amp;amp; tops, size 6 - 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-post by zaneta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-493922266033296666?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/493922266033296666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/493922266033296666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-dressing-up.html' title='Love dressing up?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7310390503692802838</id><published>2007-07-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:52:56.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sweetest kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids these days'/><title type='text'>the sweetest kid</title><content type='html'>"the other day my friend was doing a temp stint at puay chai 2 and she had this bunch of 10 year olds in her class who were like trying to bargain with her and stuff, and basically just made a whole bunch of noise and she couldn't control them. then this 10-year-old eurasian in her class, who happened to be the class monitor told her: "let me handle this. don't worry." - grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwww... *glares* arent there any more guys like these around anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7310390503692802838?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7310390503692802838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7310390503692802838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweetest-kid.html' title='the sweetest kid'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6059145367225899179</id><published>2007-07-01T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:53:05.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>this happy feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTECeLewR_8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YTECeLewR_8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZV5flwe6Ko"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZV5flwe6Ko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this song :) her voice is really nice.. go check her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/AffairWthGravity"&gt;*click me*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i wanna sing and write songs like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am THAT bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6059145367225899179?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6059145367225899179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6059145367225899179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-happy-feeling.html' title='this happy feeling'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1559477179055588117</id><published>2007-07-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:53:41.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaac&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'>birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday isaac!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoUkd6iYG3I/AAAAAAAAChY/CbRfJw87uKA/s1600-h/Isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoUkd6iYG3I/AAAAAAAAChY/CbRfJw87uKA/s400/Isaac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081507850905721714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; ur officially old =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anywayy.. if it was your 18th, i would have bought you condoms (of various sizes and flavours, of course). if it were your 21st, i would have bought you a toy car (not rich enough for a real one.. and if i did.. the car'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mine &lt;/span&gt;). but since its your __ (i know it, just didnt know if you wanted me to disclose it), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont know what to get you &lt;/span&gt; (and i maintain its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your fault &lt;/span&gt;that i dont know). meh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont fall asleep in any more lectures&lt;/span&gt; and dont give me that^ look whenever i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1559477179055588117?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1559477179055588117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1559477179055588117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-isaac-ur-officially-old.html' title='birthday boy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoUkd6iYG3I/AAAAAAAAChY/CbRfJw87uKA/s72-c/Isaac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6116528712919588167</id><published>2007-06-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:54:11.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird conversations'/><title type='text'>my 100th post this month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moronic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my profile says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i do not want to hear you say hi to me and ask me how my week has been and if i have any boys/men in my life at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, that means i need peace. if its really important then just ask me if i am alright to talk. dont 'hello &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lyn'&lt;/span&gt; (yes, she even spelt my name wrong and we were in the same class for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;years) me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a message from someone (who i think is MJ) telling me he's about to fly off.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take care you butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm gonna miss hanging out with you and the guys at James'. i'm gonna miss the drinks that you make for us and ur cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and yes, you spelt my name wrong as well -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you come back, can we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleaseeeee&lt;/span&gt; do another breakfast thing *hopeful look* the last time you and james cooked was the sex and i loved it and it tasted better than something i can get at a restaurant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james.. whaddya say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6116528712919588167?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6116528712919588167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6116528712919588167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-100th-post-this-month.html' title='my 100th post this month.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3912444219926566137</id><published>2007-06-30T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:55:24.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='isaac&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>dont laugh..</title><content type='html'>hmmmm.. deep.. beautiful.. slumber..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then why the hell did i suddenly wake up while it was still dark?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flopped (yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flopped)&lt;/span&gt; around groping for my mobile phone (i sleep with it on my bed and can never find it when i wake up) and after a good 2 minute grope (hehheh) i found it and checked the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 message received-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at. 6.00am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any normal human (like myself *cough*) would read it and go back to sleep and thats exactly what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was beginning to fall back into deep, endless slumber when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screeeeeeeeeccccccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! wait... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked up my mobile again and reread the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically.. "eh.. my birthday is tomorrow- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATTTTT..!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell off the bed in shock &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, literally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked the calender on my mobile and it damn well wasnt the 1st of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh sial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;br /&gt;*edited for effect ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3912444219926566137?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3912444219926566137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3912444219926566137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-laugh.html' title='dont laugh..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8947290436892565048</id><published>2007-06-29T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:55:36.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird conversations'/><title type='text'>they dont have a clue</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK IS IT WITH PEOPLE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'DND' means DO NOT DISTURB, you morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, you saying 'hello' and you saying 'brb' and 'i've got to go' ARE CONSIDERED ANNOYING and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; considered DISTURBANCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another idiot is 'jy' who just doenst get it that i dont want to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'miss me?'&lt;br /&gt;'no'&lt;br /&gt;'awwwwhhh.. you miss me, admit it'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the peace now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck the hell off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8947290436892565048?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8947290436892565048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8947290436892565048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-fuck-is-it-with-people-dnd-means.html' title='they dont have a clue'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4029934025839267868</id><published>2007-06-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:55:58.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abandonment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>abandonment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTrY6iYG2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/BWIKwKl_LMQ/s1600-h/DSC05927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTrY6iYG2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/BWIKwKl_LMQ/s400/DSC05927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081445092843592546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no one's there.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever was.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever will be.&lt;br /&gt;its always just going to be you.&lt;br /&gt;alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote this a while ago.. why dont i just listen to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i get swayed into believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its stupid to want to rely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock myself &lt;strike&gt; on the head. twice? no, maybe thrice&lt;/strike&gt; out for being an insolent moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4029934025839267868?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4029934025839267868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4029934025839267868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/abandonment.html' title='abandonment'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTrY6iYG2I/AAAAAAAAChQ/BWIKwKl_LMQ/s72-c/DSC05927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6756327776329484414</id><published>2007-06-29T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:56:19.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romanticized anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>anything sentimental is fucking mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nononononononono!! the last 4 episodes of 'fate stay night' has been compressed in the cd and i dont have the appropriate program to open it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i guess its a good thing that i dont have to program to open it anyway. it was just about getting romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to stay away from these sort of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT EVEN ANIME HAVE ROMANCE IN IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6756327776329484414?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6756327776329484414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6756327776329484414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/anything-sentimental-is-fucking-mental.html' title='anything sentimental is fucking mental'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8373358492493166721</id><published>2007-06-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:56:37.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird conversations'/><title type='text'>the ghost commeth forward</title><content type='html'>i look like a ghost -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW66iYG0I/AAAAAAAAChA/uj4_yXPGyVA/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW66iYG0I/AAAAAAAAChA/uj4_yXPGyVA/s400/Photo-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081422587214961474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin and i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW6KiYGwI/AAAAAAAACgg/pKTYbZc6Urk/s1600-h/Photo-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW6KiYGwI/AAAAAAAACgg/pKTYbZc6Urk/s400/Photo-0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081422574330059522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTXQ6iYG1I/AAAAAAAAChI/zGcj1POpZRU/s1600-h/zoolander_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTXQ6iYG1I/AAAAAAAAChI/zGcj1POpZRU/s400/zoolander_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081422965172083538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;who knew that i'd come across this car again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW6aiYGxI/AAAAAAAACgo/zEoTwd81kB0/s1600-h/Photo-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW6aiYGxI/AAAAAAAACgo/zEoTwd81kB0/s400/Photo-0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081422578625026834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;influential (or maybe just rebellious) at camp that even 3 years later i get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, who are you"&lt;br /&gt;"lynn"&lt;br /&gt;"the one from ___ camp, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"uhuh.. you are..?"&lt;br /&gt;"s___"&lt;br /&gt;"ahhh.."&lt;br /&gt;"you're the one in melbourne.. 19 this year right?"&lt;br /&gt;"O_o"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching 'charlie's angels 2' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8373358492493166721?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8373358492493166721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8373358492493166721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-look-like-ghost-yin-and-i.html' title='the ghost commeth forward'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoTW66iYG0I/AAAAAAAAChA/uj4_yXPGyVA/s72-c/Photo-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3692692094158225651</id><published>2007-06-29T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:57:02.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sister thing'/><title type='text'>mini me</title><content type='html'>i feel like my sister's turning into a mini me. we're going out for dinner and she put on eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, not a mini me seeing that i am not going going to bother to put eyeliner.. i think i look good (enough) with the natural look =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to put some eyeliner and mascara*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it wont hurt to take some pictures with my family tonight (even though we're gonna fight like there's no tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog has been too picture-less.. after i come home.. i think i'll try to do some photography as well. wonder if my sister can help me out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, just another 'no' in life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. and now i find out my stupid camera has no battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the world out to get me or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was i hitler in my past life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. but i have no appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope we go out soon though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll force myself to eat something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will happen if i dont eat for 24 hours.. another 4 hours only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, i know what its like to not eat for over 40 hours and survive on only on water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i'll do the 40 hour famine this year again. this time, i'm going to push my boundaries even more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i did the famine, i didnt drink fruit juices, neither did i take the barley sugar. it was just water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3692692094158225651?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3692692094158225651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3692692094158225651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-like-my-sisters-turning-into.html' title='mini me'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4629219650135886612</id><published>2007-06-29T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:59:59.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>it felt so right</title><content type='html'>you'll never see me fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt sleep. how do you expect me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4629219650135886612?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4629219650135886612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4629219650135886612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/people-always-leave.html' title='it felt so right'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6803919554502912776</id><published>2007-06-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:00:38.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>taking away the pain</title><content type='html'>i will go to bed by 3am.. i must be in bed by 3am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading a blog post by XxXxXx and.. i dont know.. something in me sort of melted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont know if i should blame hormones but i started to cry.&lt;/span&gt; i wanted to make things right for her. i wish i had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power &lt;/span&gt;to change the situation; perhaps make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me so much every time someone close to me goes through pain. there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much pain in the world&lt;/span&gt;. so many things.. sometimes i just wish that i could take it all away. maybe suffer for them so that they wont have to. but in the end.. i know its not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually dont know what to say to friends. heck, i give the worst advice on the planet (i fell asleep while james was asking for advice; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what type of moronic friend does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and with close friends, i tend to dominate conversations with my problems.. my issues arent that bad compared to alot of people.. perhaps i am not strong enough to deal with them on my own and damn my stubbornness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am probably the worst friend ever (in relation to the falling asleep thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sorry james..&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xXxXx, i'm sorry i cant do anything to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6803919554502912776?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6803919554502912776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6803919554502912776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/taking-away-pain.html' title='taking away the pain'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4125248610721607086</id><published>2007-06-28T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:00:44.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><title type='text'>moody.</title><content type='html'>pissed. annoyed. having a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4125248610721607086?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4125248610721607086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4125248610721607086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/moody.html' title='moody.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7041354239136375674</id><published>2007-06-28T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:01:01.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sister thing'/><title type='text'>reflections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'cant touch this' by mc hammer started to play on my computer and my sister ran out and did the charlie's angel thing :D naturally.. i joined in while mum and jun just.. stared. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th 2004 :&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone we turn to&lt;br /&gt;when our spirits need a lift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone we treasure&lt;br /&gt;for our friendship is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;with beauty, joy, and grace.&lt;br /&gt;And makes the whole world we live in&lt;br /&gt;a better and happier place.&lt;br /&gt;- Jean Kyler McManus - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th :&lt;br /&gt;"..someone strong and is able to protect me. someone who is gentle.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th :&lt;br /&gt;".. so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;errrrmm.. who or what is kind arthur.. *confused look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th :&lt;br /&gt;"jj.. this is for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;jj?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i am sweating .. i didnt know that i was a  'mummy's girl' then O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i sprained.. both ankles?! (i dont remember this!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th :&lt;br /&gt;"cher tout.. je suis senti m'aime juste que blogging tout dans le français si u fera juste doit me supporter. ..today.. je didnt fait beaucoup de.. je suis allé pour la tuition pour 1/2 heure en raison de quelques circonstances de unforseen mais la chose principale qui est si frais dans mon esprit est maintenant mon papa.. je souhaite qu'il a su dur ses mots sont à mon. écrasant mon coeur et mon âme contre un goudrontraîner mes émotions à un endroit où il jamais ne peut jamais être guéri complètement encore"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes, i blogged in french&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th :&lt;br /&gt;"It’s all the comfort that we need to lift the guilt that we feel every time we want to splurge on the tempting things we see while shopping.Women live longer than men because they shop more. A ten-year study of 3000 elderly people that assessed how physical and mental activities help people live longer and have more productive lives. Shopping keeps older women physically active (bags to lug), challenges the brain (a trip to the shops involves hundreds of choices) and boosts self-esteem (a sense of accomplishment results). Meanwhile Grandpa is on the soda watching television – an activity that fails to challenge in any of these areas. Retailers love such studies, but puzzles and card games might be cheaper ways to keep the brain active, and a walk is as effective as a lap around a mall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;where do i find these things?! *distressed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and oh my god.. i used icq then!! *embarassed look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7041354239136375674?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7041354239136375674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7041354239136375674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/reflections.html' title='reflections.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6349123243594365242</id><published>2007-06-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:01:19.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeling onions'/><title type='text'>stupid god damn onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate peeling onions!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MORONS, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am tearing and my eye hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid onions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6349123243594365242?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6349123243594365242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6349123243594365242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-god-damn-onions.html' title='stupid god damn onions'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5450997914534867430</id><published>2007-06-28T12:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:01:49.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>o0o0ooooh yea</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvyyUqkOzbE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvyyUqkOzbE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacking into the ipod :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5450997914534867430?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5450997914534867430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5450997914534867430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/o0o0ooooh-yea.html' title='o0o0ooooh yea'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-503094388983895664</id><published>2007-06-28T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:13:44.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zaneta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><title type='text'>ugh. wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>was having one of the best sleeps of my life when my mom decided to wake me up. her intentions were good but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?! &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here i am yawning my head off, lying on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sister's bed&lt;/span&gt; and my eyes are threatening to shut. *sna-yawn-arls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, james tan amuses me sometimes, i cant believe that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;james tan didnt know i wore glasses &lt;/span&gt;-_-" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend la right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha, how immature am i? dictating whether someone's a friend or not based on how much he knows about me and not on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;how much he's been there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, thank you james.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another person i really wanna thank is Zaneta :) i swear, this girl brightens my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it helps that she knows almost everything about me. hell, i think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she knows me more than i know me&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occasionally we even have some sort of telepathy thing going on.. when i am really, utterly miserable, somehow, i'd get a message from her or somehow, she just logs on out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaneta's my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; angel&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. i want to bury my head into my pillow and just sleep to never ever land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo0o0oo0o0o0oh, i'm not that sick anymore.. *satisfied grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;..BUTIAMSOGODDAMNSLEEPYITSNOTFUNNYANYMORE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-503094388983895664?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/503094388983895664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/503094388983895664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/ugh-wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='ugh. wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5241561501518031423</id><published>2007-06-27T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:28:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat haunting</title><content type='html'>my fat days came back to bite me in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot the fat lynn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoKNvaiYGmI/AAAAAAAACfU/6AHCgpQmbcc/s1600-h/n212901865_30571528_6042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoKNvaiYGmI/AAAAAAAACfU/6AHCgpQmbcc/s400/n212901865_30571528_6042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080779175344216674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoKNvqiYGnI/AAAAAAAACfc/7TcOqK6O5A0/s1600-h/n212901865_30571529_6212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoKNvqiYGnI/AAAAAAAACfc/7TcOqK6O5A0/s400/n212901865_30571529_6212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080779179639183986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5241561501518031423?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5241561501518031423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5241561501518031423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/fat-haunting.html' title='fat haunting'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoKNvaiYGmI/AAAAAAAACfU/6AHCgpQmbcc/s72-c/n212901865_30571528_6042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3430603120192209300</id><published>2007-06-27T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:10:57.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>movies i want to watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKh5PsCZARg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKh5PsCZARg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, outdated, i know. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0hfd0rfQa0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0hfd0rfQa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e09DlZY5Czg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e09DlZY5Czg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_02UzHYuvA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U_02UzHYuvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I AM A KID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3430603120192209300?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3430603120192209300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3430603120192209300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/eeeeeeeeeek-i-want-to-watch.html' title='movies i want to watch'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7533634027062982856</id><published>2007-06-27T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:10:43.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bwahahaha.. playing bejeweled on msn with leonard.. (yes we have no life) before that we were playing tic tac toe (okok, that didnt happen..) and then we were play rock, paper, scissors (I WON numerous times ;) ) and yea.. sigh.. i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this but what happened to me!? i should be out right now painting the town red *frowns at self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said to me today, " "i dont want to be all lovey dovey make-me-gag when i'm in love". i think thats sooo cute ;) but i guess eventually some of us fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine the day that zaneta and i will be 'settled' (yes, that means no more men who treat us like doormats, right zan?) meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired but i cant sleep. stupid stupid stupid. *throws tantrum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. leonard beat me at RPS :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl bullier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7533634027062982856?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7533634027062982856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7533634027062982856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/bwahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2384795293617434500</id><published>2007-06-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:10:17.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin'/><title type='text'>the white boy</title><content type='html'>HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin finally came out and told her parents she's dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, and managed to establish that he's a 'white boy' :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats Queenie, i wouldnt have the guts if i had ur parents ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2384795293617434500?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2384795293617434500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2384795293617434500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/white-boy.html' title='the white boy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2598577409266591918</id><published>2007-06-27T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:09:49.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>victory is mine</title><content type='html'>i think i persuaded her with "i am not going to sleep tonight" *satisfied look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;out of the corner of my eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, this is the month that i've updated most *pleased smile* !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2598577409266591918?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2598577409266591918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2598577409266591918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/victory-is-mine.html' title='victory is mine'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7775309701784231576</id><published>2007-06-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:09:36.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>panda eyes arent on purpose</title><content type='html'>*loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong string of profanities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which part of '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cant sleep&lt;/span&gt;' actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;registers &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that womans &lt;/span&gt;mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am going to unplug the internet so that you can sleep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? i tried that remember? went off line early and i STILL ended up tossing and turning in bed till 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodohsial.&lt;br /&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;/span&gt;ngearrrghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the internet GIVES me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something to do &lt;/span&gt;instead of tossing and turning on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid electric blanket &lt;/span&gt;(which actually makes me feel like a sausage not getting cooked on the frying pan for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that woman &lt;/span&gt;talks as if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be sick to the point of not being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that woman &lt;/span&gt;talks as if i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puposely &lt;/span&gt;starving myself &lt;strike&gt; more than usual anyway &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*annoyed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7775309701784231576?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7775309701784231576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7775309701784231576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/panda-eyes-arent-on-purpose.html' title='panda eyes arent on purpose'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8112530718088156934</id><published>2007-06-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:09:16.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sister thing'/><title type='text'>paper and rubbers</title><content type='html'>lynn : "yin..! go study..! dont you have a paper?!" *concerned big sister look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin : "yeah.. i have rubbers too" *mischievous tongue sticking look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear.. that girl.. *strangling motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8112530718088156934?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8112530718088156934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8112530718088156934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/paper-and-rubbers.html' title='paper and rubbers'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6168448203649345537</id><published>2007-06-27T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:08:16.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carolyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>drink training</title><content type='html'>carolyn's mum wants to train her to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riiight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6168448203649345537?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6168448203649345537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6168448203649345537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/drink-training.html' title='drink training'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2800332255899668352</id><published>2007-06-27T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:07:59.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perasan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids these days'/><title type='text'>cute kids who know they're cute</title><content type='html'>yin: "ryan.. you're so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;ryan: "yes, i know" *cutesy face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! where do 6-7 year olds learn these things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2800332255899668352?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2800332255899668352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2800332255899668352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/cute-kids-who-know-theyre-cute.html' title='cute kids who know they&apos;re cute'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-138330531379997412</id><published>2007-06-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:07:44.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac vs pc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>mac vs pc</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jkrn6ecxthM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jkrn6ecxthM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-138330531379997412?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/138330531379997412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/138330531379997412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/mac-vs-pc.html' title='mac vs pc'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7611160151436750775</id><published>2007-06-27T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:07:32.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LASbians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>james is BORED</title><content type='html'>james MUST be bored... he created the LASbians fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/group/tabmain.php?gid=639518"&gt;*click here*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7611160151436750775?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7611160151436750775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7611160151436750775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/james-is-bored.html' title='james is BORED'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-247344892022785162</id><published>2007-06-26T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:06:54.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lavish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice cheng&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>alice cheng's birthday..</title><content type='html'>29TH JUNE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LAVISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 BOURKE ST&lt;br /&gt;VICTORIA HARBOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE ENTRY FOR GIRLS BEFORE 12&lt;br /&gt;$8 ENTRY FOR BOYS BEFORE 10.30&lt;br /&gt;AFTER: GUESTLIST PRICE - $16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should i go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsNFxOOnjgw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsNFxOOnjgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-247344892022785162?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/247344892022785162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/247344892022785162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/alice-chengs-birthday.html' title='alice cheng&apos;s birthday..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3970013801395136931</id><published>2007-06-26T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:06:31.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyanide and happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/914/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/invention.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/920/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/bus.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3970013801395136931?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3970013801395136931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3970013801395136931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/cyanide-happiness-explosm.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4592442343486940923</id><published>2007-06-26T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:04:52.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rising after a fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunflowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james'/><title type='text'>we all fall..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dont judge me about how hard i fall, but on how hard i try to stand again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;thank you james :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDGHSrtdAI/AAAAAAAACek/ecTY-ZfFIL4/s1600-h/315dac7a3577379bf6c01d196ab10cb2_580x270.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDGHSrtdAI/AAAAAAAACek/ecTY-ZfFIL4/s400/315dac7a3577379bf6c01d196ab10cb2_580x270.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080278208250475522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love sunflowers.. when i was 10-11 years old i grew sunflowers in the garden at the front of my house. i remember being this little kid.. carefree.. in the small garden with my pet rabbit just running (and hopping?) between the few sunflowers i tended. thank you james. you reminded me of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDLMirtdEI/AAAAAAAACfE/KcH4e0pLWOQ/s1600-h/kbeer0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDLMirtdEI/AAAAAAAACfE/KcH4e0pLWOQ/s400/kbeer0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080283796002927682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;pon and zi makes me wanna just squeal like a little girl and scream, "i want..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDJ_SrtdDI/AAAAAAAACe8/0wIjdT4uM2I/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDJ_SrtdDI/AAAAAAAACe8/0wIjdT4uM2I/s400/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080282468858033202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on.. they're adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE'S GONE AND DONE IT!!!! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4592442343486940923?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4592442343486940923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4592442343486940923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-all-fall.html' title='we all fall..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RoDGHSrtdAI/AAAAAAAACek/ecTY-ZfFIL4/s72-c/315dac7a3577379bf6c01d196ab10cb2_580x270.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2539082173971863656</id><published>2007-06-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:04:04.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird conversations'/><title type='text'>weirdest message..</title><content type='html'>xxxx : "hello voluptuous lynn. how are you today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my msn clearly stated i was out grocery shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHERE DO I MEET THESE PEOPLE?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2539082173971863656?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2539082173971863656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2539082173971863656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/weirdest-message.html' title='weirdest message..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6571658781095789347</id><published>2007-06-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:03:55.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unusual words'/><title type='text'>there's such a word?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;zenzizenzizenzic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a number raised to the power of eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6571658781095789347?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6571658781095789347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6571658781095789347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-such-word.html' title='there&apos;s such a word?!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4203924448749974166</id><published>2007-06-25T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:03:26.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag ur it'/><title type='text'>bosannnn!!</title><content type='html'>PRESENT PERFUME&lt;br /&gt;- Ralph Lauren Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn-W-Srtc-I/AAAAAAAACeU/2nkQ7BtkO4E/s1600-h/ralph_cool-perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn-W-Srtc-I/AAAAAAAACeU/2nkQ7BtkO4E/s400/ralph_cool-perfume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079944901608436706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT SHAMPOO&lt;br /&gt;-Herbal Essence :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn-XICrtc_I/AAAAAAAACec/e-sSTONXBuk/s1600-h/bottles_default.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 245px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn-XICrtc_I/AAAAAAAACec/e-sSTONXBuk/s400/bottles_default.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079945069112161266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT FAVORITE SONG&lt;br /&gt;- i cant get 'call on me' by eric prynz and 'when the stars go blue' by bethany joy lenz and tyler hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST FOOD U ATE&lt;br /&gt;- a piece of chicken tika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST SONG U SANG?&lt;br /&gt;- 'when the stars go blue' by bethany joy lenz and tyler hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST GIFT U RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;- some chocolates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST GAME U ENJOYED PLAYING&lt;br /&gt;- guilty pleasure = mario karts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME U HAD UR HAIRCUT&lt;br /&gt;- friday last week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST ALCOHOLIC DRINK U DRANK&lt;br /&gt;- vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT PET&lt;br /&gt;- none..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOK YOU READ&lt;br /&gt;- 'Redeeming Love' - francine rivers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BIRTHDAY ATTENDED&lt;br /&gt;- see ann's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST GIMIK/ OUTING?&lt;br /&gt;- saturday.. or did that last min grocery shopping with richie count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING U DO BEFORE U GO TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;- read msges in my mobile phone.. hug teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST THING U BOUGHT&lt;br /&gt;- crunchie *guilty pleasure*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST MALL U VISITED&lt;br /&gt;- does melbourne central count? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST MOVIE U WATCHED&lt;br /&gt;- 'Death Note' :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME U CRIED&lt;br /&gt;- early saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT PERSON U HATE&lt;br /&gt;- i dont hate anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON U TEXTED&lt;br /&gt;- i dont have credit on my phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON U TALKED TO?&lt;br /&gt;- anisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT CRUSH&lt;br /&gt;- haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON YOU HAVE BEEN WITH?&lt;br /&gt;- ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4203924448749974166?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4203924448749974166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4203924448749974166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/bosannnn.html' title='bosannnn!!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn-W-Srtc-I/AAAAAAAACeU/2nkQ7BtkO4E/s72-c/ralph_cool-perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1896550659637956168</id><published>2007-06-25T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:02:43.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spicy food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weirdness'/><title type='text'>fatty fat fat</title><content type='html'>bloated. and all i had was mostly water. maybe its good to eat a little spicy food.. then GORGE on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1896550659637956168?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1896550659637956168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1896550659637956168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/fatty-fat-fat.html' title='fatty fat fat'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7972103326301177768</id><published>2007-06-25T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:17:03.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>those arent boobs.. they're LIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KAJWx-WWy0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KAJWx-WWy0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7972103326301177768?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7972103326301177768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7972103326301177768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/those-arent-boobs-theyre-lies.html' title='those arent boobs.. they&apos;re LIES'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6240512698664845938</id><published>2007-06-25T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:12:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call on me</title><content type='html'>kids under 18.. NO WATCHING (not that anyone here is under 18 anyway.. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZV91xkThs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhZV91xkThs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its an old song.. and yes, its stuck in my head. meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6240512698664845938?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6240512698664845938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6240512698664845938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/call-on-me.html' title='call on me'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6271736438388434932</id><published>2007-06-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:16:41.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PLC reunion'/><title type='text'>reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the first year reunion for PLC class of 'o6 is coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;.. i haven't accomplished anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6271736438388434932?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6271736438388434932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6271736438388434932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/reunion.html' title='reunion'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3169691606341647509</id><published>2007-06-25T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:22:30.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carolyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry'/><title type='text'>change the outside.. change the inside..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQirtc3I/AAAAAAAACdc/0OdzNfD7KKM/s1600-h/ed05410f88a9b54bfa6e2c4a00812eaa_580x270.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQirtc3I/AAAAAAAACdc/0OdzNfD7KKM/s400/ed05410f88a9b54bfa6e2c4a00812eaa_580x270.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079875945908499314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;carefree..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQyrtc4I/AAAAAAAACdk/GZs8-BbxFxc/s1600-h/n596141773_79061_746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQyrtc4I/AAAAAAAACdk/GZs8-BbxFxc/s400/n596141773_79061_746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079875950203466626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wear more dresses.. change me on the outside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQyrtc5I/AAAAAAAACds/S9kdbPvRj2Y/s1600-h/n596141773_79031_3220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQyrtc5I/AAAAAAAACds/S9kdbPvRj2Y/s400/n596141773_79031_3220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079875950203466642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. maybe that will change me on the inside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;smile more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YRCrtc6I/AAAAAAAACd0/uftHPVtJNv8/s1600-h/n596141773_79069_2824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YRCrtc6I/AAAAAAAACd0/uftHPVtJNv8/s400/n596141773_79069_2824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079875954498433954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YRCrtc6I/AAAAAAAACd0/uftHPVtJNv8/s1600-h/n596141773_79069_2824.jpg"&gt;it wont kill you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3169691606341647509?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3169691606341647509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3169691606341647509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-fly.html' title='change the outside.. change the inside..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn9YQirtc3I/AAAAAAAACdc/0OdzNfD7KKM/s72-c/ed05410f88a9b54bfa6e2c4a00812eaa_580x270.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8261518408788486852</id><published>2007-06-25T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:23:19.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no appetite'/><title type='text'>neither way.</title><content type='html'>too hungry to sleep. too drained to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does two packet of starbursts count as a meal? coz that would have been the only things i've had for the past.. 33 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8261518408788486852?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8261518408788486852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8261518408788486852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/neither-way.html' title='neither way.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6513887323606126371</id><published>2007-06-25T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:23:41.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging another'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey areas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trying'/><title type='text'>judge and crucify.</title><content type='html'>sometimes its so easy to judge another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sure are we that we wont do the same thing if we were in that other person's position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just in the other person's position at that point of time.. not just for that particular moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try being in that person's shoes, bearing everything that has ever happened in their life leading up to that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things arent always in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of it is grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats right and whats wrong isnt always so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, thats all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6513887323606126371?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6513887323606126371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6513887323606126371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/judge-and-crucify.html' title='judge and crucify.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2576013274550232049</id><published>2007-06-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:24:43.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheerleaders are stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>cold hearted self centred bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn5uTyrtc2I/AAAAAAAACdU/l3ho2UD6H84/s1600-h/20050603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn5uTyrtc2I/AAAAAAAACdU/l3ho2UD6H84/s400/20050603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079618716022174562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and apparently.. i dont either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2576013274550232049?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2576013274550232049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2576013274550232049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-hearted-self-centred-bitch.html' title='cold hearted self centred bitch.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn5uTyrtc2I/AAAAAAAACdU/l3ho2UD6H84/s72-c/20050603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1062714963909325424</id><published>2007-06-24T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:02:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the face-fucking-book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agonizing scream : "fuck facebook..! i am kinda .. warrghhhhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1062714963909325424?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1062714963909325424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1062714963909325424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/face-fucking-book.html' title='the face-fucking-book'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1429287694424306493</id><published>2007-06-24T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:16:42.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grey area.</title><content type='html'>this is how my mother eats kiwi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqSrtcxI/AAAAAAAACcs/pmLwtYK-7vY/s1600-h/kiwi+choking+mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqSrtcxI/AAAAAAAACcs/pmLwtYK-7vY/s400/kiwi+choking+mother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079550932848309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and she wants to kill me now for putting this online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture from friday night. yes, james, that wasnt a girl. it was ISAAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqirtczI/AAAAAAAACc8/6rndS7dy5P0/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqirtczI/AAAAAAAACc8/6rndS7dy5P0/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079550937143276338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picture that i found on deviantart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqyrtc0I/AAAAAAAACdE/0BeLIS9u0WA/s1600-h/as_my_heart_gently_weeps_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqyrtc0I/AAAAAAAACdE/0BeLIS9u0WA/s400/as_my_heart_gently_weeps_by_Princess_of_Shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079550941438243650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;camwhoreeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wrCrtc1I/AAAAAAAACdM/wCIdcI2plGM/s1600-h/vain%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wrCrtc1I/AAAAAAAACdM/wCIdcI2plGM/s400/vain%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079550945733210962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqirtcyI/AAAAAAAACc0/tPrFVnAkpvM/s1600-h/p259881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqirtcyI/AAAAAAAACc0/tPrFVnAkpvM/s400/p259881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079550937143276322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay awake in bed till 5am.. and woke up at 5pm! hahaha, i remember my siblings coming in at about 2pm screeching "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wake up!! do you know its two in the afternoon?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and me&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; smiling with satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;curling like a prawn&lt;/span&gt; under my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, bliss. i feel all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;warm fuzzy&lt;/span&gt; all over knowing that they will have to wake up early tomorrow when all i gotta do is.. whatcha know.. nothing (except for my "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;give my little butterfly kisses&lt;/span&gt;" list although i dont think i'll be getting a job..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got heaps that i want to do but all i seem to be doing is sleep (not that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is a bad thing..i need it). meh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; made a bloody facebook thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1429287694424306493?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1429287694424306493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1429287694424306493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/grey-area.html' title='the grey area.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn4wqSrtcxI/AAAAAAAACcs/pmLwtYK-7vY/s72-c/kiwi+choking+mother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-5319773192108174290</id><published>2007-06-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:16:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0c6irtcsI/AAAAAAAACcE/WiK8BkSt0RQ/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0c6irtcsI/AAAAAAAACcE/WiK8BkSt0RQ/s400/Photo-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247746811916994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still think that maths doesnt make sense?&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://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0afCrtcpI/AAAAAAAACbs/hVzuKDv0B_s/s1600-h/169581025107_private_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0afCrtcpI/AAAAAAAACbs/hVzuKDv0B_s/s400/169581025107_private_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079245075342258834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just some picture i found while ago on carolyn's friendster 'private photos' page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go over to UC. distract Jeff and Ashley. Before drinking's product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0chSrtcqI/AAAAAAAACb0/uAkPIeWh79o/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0chSrtcqI/AAAAAAAACb0/uAkPIeWh79o/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079247313020220066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank. crashed until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner. go out to buy drinks. drink. crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to a call from Zaneta. :) went out to the city with meels, jeff and isaac. back to uc. pack. out. dinner. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch movies until my eyes pop out. hug my teddy bear to sleep&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crash to catch up on sleep. i need alot of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise a long update when i am more awake. and not so.. moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-5319773192108174290?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5319773192108174290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/5319773192108174290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rn0c6irtcsI/AAAAAAAACcE/WiK8BkSt0RQ/s72-c/Photo-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2631022841519165160</id><published>2007-06-21T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:00:43.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a man who isnt going to be the centre of my life but a part of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i spent the morning crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me upset/ annoyed that even tho i walked past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mother &lt;/span&gt;a couple of times, she didnt even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great family i have, dont it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes me not know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on rare occasions&lt;/span&gt;, mum asks me why i dont tell her things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she could damn well see if she opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least this time it was over something relatively trivial (the crying, i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crying because  my darling &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnopSyrtckI/AAAAAAAACbE/tEOT_X1DJsM/s1600-h/ASH-BLUR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 94px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnopSyrtckI/AAAAAAAACbE/tEOT_X1DJsM/s200/ASH-BLUR.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078416932633145922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lent me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;'Redeeming Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ve'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Francine Rivers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnoqUCrtcoI/AAAAAAAACbk/luxTBilHz-w/s1600-h/redeeminglove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnoqUCrtcoI/AAAAAAAACbk/luxTBilHz-w/s400/redeeminglove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078418053619610242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i started to read, i knew it seemed a little familiar but i wasnt sure, maybe it was coz i have read alot of books by Francine Rivers.. then i realized that i have read it before, it just had a different cover to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnoqUCrtcnI/AAAAAAAACbc/Pfo7rELUq_M/s1600-h/n116892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnoqUCrtcnI/AAAAAAAACbc/Pfo7rELUq_M/s400/n116892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078418053619610226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, being the stubborn, forgetful numskull that i am.. &lt;/span&gt;i continued reading it anyway. the end result was me in tears, curled up under the blanket (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with the electric blanket on and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;afraid that i would kill myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), with Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just.. in one word.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess there was this one part of the novel that i really liked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;".. i dont want to be the centre of your life, i want to be a part of it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and.. i know thats what i need. i guess thats what zaneta and i need; a man who wants to be a part of our lives. not just around for the fun bits but for the tears and pain as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. glad you like reading the letters zanie (i know you hate me calling you that..), i miss reading from you as well :) and i'm glad that my letters have an effect and that you can relate to what i say. i miss you to bits and i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, might head over to UC tonight and stay there till Saturday.. i need to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my little brother was giving my mother and i attitude and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know when my mum threatens to slap him for being rude, non-nonsensical, whatever, and it never happens so he just keeps on misbehaving and screaming and shit? well, i couldnt stand him anymore and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;i slapped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so surprised that someone actually hit him. you know when someone is given everything, spoilt beyond reason even tho he's a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n (un) royal pain in the ass &lt;/span&gt;, he still gets treated like a little king? well, lets just say that he's never really been slapped before. never really been punished before and shows off about it. hello? a little kid saying "you lay a finger on me and daddy will kick you out of the house" and "daddy listens to me, not you" is just a little *strangling motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he has decided he wants to stab me with his leather-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, apparently, i have a hot ass.. but not in the way you think. i'm sitting on the couch in the hall and mum 's lying down. obviously, her feet's a little cold and she keeps trying to put her feet under my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see how many times i can tell her to get her foot from under my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, another good book by Francine Rivers is "the lineage of grace" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2631022841519165160?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2631022841519165160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2631022841519165160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-man-who-isnt-going-to-be-centre.html' title='i need a man who isnt going to be the centre of my life but a part of it'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnopSyrtckI/AAAAAAAACbE/tEOT_X1DJsM/s72-c/ASH-BLUR.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-785425557172889811</id><published>2007-06-20T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:38:05.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the unthinkable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i am free, bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjtUSrtcaI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D4QLBz2ZUjM/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjtUSrtcaI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D4QLBz2ZUjM/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078069512728572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, there were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alotttt&lt;/span&gt; more hair. this was just the fringe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlirtcgI/AAAAAAAACak/7gC4tUpJ_pg/s1600-h/Photo-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlirtcgI/AAAAAAAACak/7gC4tUpJ_pg/s400/Photo-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078076406151082498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlyrtchI/AAAAAAAACas/PZZ7rIAFxIY/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlyrtchI/AAAAAAAACas/PZZ7rIAFxIY/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078076410446049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlyrtciI/AAAAAAAACa0/hIVwc-mRIWc/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjzlyrtciI/AAAAAAAACa0/hIVwc-mRIWc/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078076410446049826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok, ashley thinks its not that unthinkable.. but hey, let me delude myself in my little bubble. i havent had hair this short since... since.. the dinosaur days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on..! dont you think its a refreshing change from my  last 'do? the long, limp, 'sadako' thing? be nice to me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rnj1NirtcjI/AAAAAAAACa8/f7UVic7wkVE/s1600-h/DSC_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/Rnj1NirtcjI/AAAAAAAACa8/f7UVic7wkVE/s400/DSC_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078078192857477682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something cute i spotted on the way over to UC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjuiyrtcdI/AAAAAAAACaM/6HGXbGkyBDo/s1600-h/Photo-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjuiyrtcdI/AAAAAAAACaM/6HGXbGkyBDo/s400/Photo-0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078070861348303314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something cute i spotted IN uc. in amelia's room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjujCrtceI/AAAAAAAACaU/ilNwWnaW5rc/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjujCrtceI/AAAAAAAACaU/ilNwWnaW5rc/s400/Photo-0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078070865643270626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its a cooler!! so cuteeeee..! i want i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjujSrtcfI/AAAAAAAACac/i5-g1bQYCBA/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjujSrtcfI/AAAAAAAACac/i5-g1bQYCBA/s400/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078070869938237938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-785425557172889811?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/785425557172889811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/785425557172889811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/unthinkable.html' title='the unthinkable.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnjtUSrtcaI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D4QLBz2ZUjM/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8092092551137626048</id><published>2007-06-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:43:36.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addition.</title><content type='html'>addition to waht i wanna do after the paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my license &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8092092551137626048?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8092092551137626048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8092092551137626048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/addition.html' title='addition.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7937340699450403076</id><published>2007-06-18T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:20:42.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PG 13?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mind is PG-13 Rated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.&lt;br /&gt;You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwahahhahahahahahahhahahahhahahahhahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7937340699450403076?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7937340699450403076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7937340699450403076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/pg-13.html' title='PG 13?!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3773648687392624866</id><published>2007-06-18T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T15:46:26.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do after the exams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch movie after movie after movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burn my books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;the unthinkable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(even if i am a little bit unsure about it now..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shop for clothes. when i say this its actually more of the lines of 'i am going to bully my mother into buying me aloooott more clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write a couple of letters &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;take a couple of photographs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;meet up with people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;exercise (cough cough.. riiighttttt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;stay clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of crunchies and chocolate *guiltily eyes the empty packet of chocolate*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean up my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rub in the fact that i dont have any classes or anything else till August while my sister and brother have school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collect the money &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;owes me so that i can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay my debts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3773648687392624866?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3773648687392624866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3773648687392624866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-to-do-after-exams.html' title='things to do after the exams..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4013806153425307334</id><published>2007-06-18T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:43:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psttt..</title><content type='html'>if my student seat number for my maths paper contains the numbers 69, think its a lucky sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. they dont have my favourite numbers in there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4013806153425307334?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4013806153425307334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4013806153425307334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/psttt.html' title='psttt..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1457158781896786695</id><published>2007-06-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:39:25.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joke that you laid on the bed was me.</title><content type='html'>ps. the topic isnt relevant to me. its just something i found from &lt;a href="http://creativebitchin.blogspot.com/"&gt;irene's &lt;/a&gt; blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhh.. *sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shouldnt sleep wearing minimal clothes in the middle of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irony. back in KL (when i was living there anyway), i used to switch the air condition on all the time and my room was, as my mother would put it, like an igloo. hell, it didnt stop me from parading around the house in tiny shorts and mid-rift baring tops because of "the hot weather".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now amidst the chilling winds of winter, there's always an idiot parading around in shorts when the heater isnt on. that idiot being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it really nice to be able to just prance around &lt;strike&gt; like an idiot &lt;/strike&gt; in the house in 'whatever'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its completely different to the me outside the house. outside, i like to "cover up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially in malaysia. i hate it how 'dirty old men' stare and perve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hardly ever wear sleeveless or shorts back in kl either (even when it is searing hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck is there to stare and perve when a girl is wearing JEANS and a shirt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, there still is. at least i know that i am dressed down and feel safer when i am "covered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that why i always wear kinky underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1457158781896786695?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1457158781896786695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1457158781896786695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/joke-that-you-laid-on-bed-was-me.html' title='the joke that you laid on the bed was me.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4462081181863803324</id><published>2007-06-18T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:11:31.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to buy more bras.</title><content type='html'>wohooo!!! i am so glad i &lt;strike&gt; tried to do &lt;/strike&gt; did a past year paper last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i found out that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can bring a cheat sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; into the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats right bitches. i get to bring a CHEAT SHEET in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4462081181863803324?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4462081181863803324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4462081181863803324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-to-buy-more-bras.html' title='i need to buy more bras.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3970775516531218865</id><published>2007-06-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:43:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny. not.</title><content type='html'>the best part about sleeping on an electric blanket is that ur afraid that you might drool and kill yourself in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3970775516531218865?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3970775516531218865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3970775516531218865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-not.html' title='funny. not.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7775156183789323081</id><published>2007-06-17T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:16:23.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTtVyrtcVI/AAAAAAAACZM/Pcsk7rlLrS4/s1600-h/Time_Is_Running_Out_by_ulu_mulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTtVyrtcVI/AAAAAAAACZM/Pcsk7rlLrS4/s400/Time_Is_Running_Out_by_ulu_mulu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076943638591533394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little reminder that time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wait for what you want to come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; and a reminder to me that the ED&amp;amp;DA paper is coming closer. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7775156183789323081?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7775156183789323081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7775156183789323081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-little-reminder.html' title='just a little reminder'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTtVyrtcVI/AAAAAAAACZM/Pcsk7rlLrS4/s72-c/Time_Is_Running_Out_by_ulu_mulu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6480313427888898043</id><published>2007-06-17T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:07:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh crunchie me.</title><content type='html'>i;ve had 5 crunchies today. bwahahaha. its all going to my ASS. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i think i am high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6480313427888898043?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6480313427888898043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6480313427888898043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-crunchie-me.html' title='oh crunchie me.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3896481370713045508</id><published>2007-06-17T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:04:05.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yin, "i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;scared of you &lt;/span&gt;la 'ah dai', i dont want you to pull my teeth out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh darling, you might just get a visit from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tooth devil &lt;/span&gt;tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3896481370713045508?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3896481370713045508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3896481370713045508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/yin-im-scared-of-you-la-ah-dai-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1764060195192671862</id><published>2007-06-17T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T15:18:50.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anal categorization</title><content type='html'>i think i really gotta reorganize my contacts on msn. i have waaaay too many categories. hehheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1764060195192671862?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1764060195192671862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1764060195192671862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/anal-categorization.html' title='anal categorization'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-4122441254910854151</id><published>2007-06-17T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T14:40:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprize surprize..</title><content type='html'>i think that i am going to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; do the unthinkable&lt;/span&gt; after my 'experimental design and data analysis' exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-4122441254910854151?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4122441254910854151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/4122441254910854151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/surprize-surprize.html' title='surprize surprize..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6234034782399021181</id><published>2007-06-17T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:38:18.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little tiny shorts.</title><content type='html'>okok, i guess i owe you guys a little bit of an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting  from friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stayed up till 5.00am studying&lt;/span&gt; some maths (although &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing much went in&lt;/span&gt;) and ended up waking up at about 1.00pm by my mother who gave me 5 minutes to get ready coz she wanted to take me out shopping. anyway.. shopping wasnt exactly productive but i did manage to bully her into getting herself a black cardigan (which is now in my room which i wore later on that night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked my siblings up from school and i came home to help my mom cut some vegetables for dinner (peel onions.. cut potatoes, or rather, skin them) then rushed out for 'oceans 13'. arrived only to have james greet me with the (possibly worst) pickup line : "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;would you like to feel my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;baalllllllllllllls of steeel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; yes, rather distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat by at MB for a while &lt;strike&gt; getting my ears blistered &lt;/strike&gt; listening to more pickup lines and old english "good manners". i tried to tell james to shutup with it but it wouldnt come out properly.. so i shall say it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dear sir james, canst thou please SHUTTUP with thy so called wondrous knee weakening english and enjoy thy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;exquisite strawberries&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did finally make it to the movies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat between jeff and victor. ashley sat next to jeff on the other side (so it was very easy to make sure that she wouldnt get any pop corn :p ) isaac, amelia, laura and james were sitting in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the movie was when, out of the corner of my eye, i see isaac pick up the whole packet of chips to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;empty it into his mouth&lt;/span&gt;. i had to divert my attention or i might have just burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that i headed back home. it was so god damn foggy it wasnt funny. i was so afraid that someone might pounce out from behind somewhere and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; attack me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTC-irtcUI/AAAAAAAACZE/-79rsqH91SQ/s1600-h/DSC00874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTC-irtcUI/AAAAAAAACZE/-79rsqH91SQ/s400/DSC00874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076897059671208258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6234034782399021181?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6234034782399021181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6234034782399021181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-tiny-shorts.html' title='little tiny shorts.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnTC-irtcUI/AAAAAAAACZE/-79rsqH91SQ/s72-c/DSC00874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-8335039995062622461</id><published>2007-06-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:00:36.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the thing with love at first sight is that there's more to it than what meets the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-8335039995062622461?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8335039995062622461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/8335039995062622461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-to-it.html' title='more to it'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2510495377702673482</id><published>2007-06-16T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:38:09.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a novel perhaps?</title><content type='html'>zaneta finally received my letters!! 20+ pages of reading material for her. bwahahhahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnOuRSrtcTI/AAAAAAAACY8/Ju-Bkowq_w4/s1600-h/555756719_87e47515e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnOuRSrtcTI/AAAAAAAACY8/Ju-Bkowq_w4/s400/555756719_87e47515e6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076592817072861490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy reading zaneta :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i like using cute writing paper ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2510495377702673482?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2510495377702673482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2510495377702673482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/novel-perhaps.html' title='a novel perhaps?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnOuRSrtcTI/AAAAAAAACY8/Ju-Bkowq_w4/s72-c/555756719_87e47515e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1586015240735180795</id><published>2007-06-16T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T17:05:40.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm cold. but my bathrobe is comfortable.</title><content type='html'>underwear shopping..!! XD no bras.. just cute underwears with cute phrases :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin got one that i wanted.. might take pictures of them later but for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am starving..! all i've had today is an apple and &lt;strike&gt; four &lt;/strike&gt; three 'crunchie' s. those things are my krytonite (along with guys with nice abs   ( but that is overrated ) .. what is REALLY much more important is a guy who is, no, the answer isnt 'well endowed'.. but as if i am gonna tell you all what my weakness is )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yeap, zz, i know where that is :) [i just got the msg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and james, i was actually sleeping when you messaged me. so i was up to some kinky dreams (i wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, *whiny voice* i cant believe that james is going back tomorrow :( sighh, james..! i miss you already  *pathetic puppy dog face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaneta: what kinda music are you looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;'coma black' - marilyn manson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'disposable teens' - marilyn manson (i dont think you'd really like this song..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'candy man' - christina aguilera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'aint no other man' - christina aguilera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'fighter'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'beautiful'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'voice within'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'dirrty' - all by christina aguilera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'stars' - switchfoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'you know that i'm no good' - amy winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'rehad' - amy winehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'i heard love is blind' - amy winehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'take control' -amerie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'big girls dont cry' - fergie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'come to me' - p diddy ft nicole sherzinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'when the stars turn blue' - bethany joy lenz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'glamorous' - fergie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'read my mind' - the killers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'look after you' - the fray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'valentine's day' - linking park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'if i was the one' - ruff endz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'collapse' - sparta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'smile' - lily allen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'dare you to move'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'far away'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;just some songs off the top of my head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear guys, having no mobile phone credit can be shit.. but then why havent i uploaded credit for the past 3 weeks? to resist temptation i tell you!! with no credit i cant call people to go out *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, i'm high, kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1586015240735180795?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1586015240735180795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1586015240735180795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-cold-but-my-bathrobe-is-comfortable.html' title='i&apos;m cold. but my bathrobe is comfortable.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6125731455337463476</id><published>2007-06-15T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:37:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the way home *updated</title><content type='html'>tonight while walking home i was  faced with something really beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQCrtcPI/AAAAAAAACYc/SfZWJtfJP0U/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQCrtcPI/AAAAAAAACYc/SfZWJtfJP0U/s400/Photo-0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076313519644569842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the front of my house (well, just outside anyway) seemed so.. magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQSrtcRI/AAAAAAAACYs/JoIlgTz-c10/s1600-h/Photo-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQSrtcRI/AAAAAAAACYs/JoIlgTz-c10/s400/Photo-0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076313523939537170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda of like an enchanted forest. i just had to sit down and just look .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQSrtcQI/AAAAAAAACYk/pI0vDbtGlsw/s1600-h/Photo-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQSrtcQI/AAAAAAAACYk/pI0vDbtGlsw/s400/Photo-0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076313523939537154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i miss the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, went for a movie with amelia, laura, ashley, james, isaac, jeff and victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKyHyrtcSI/AAAAAAAACY0/CCu4PzcKaxE/s1600-h/411px-Oceans13Poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKyHyrtcSI/AAAAAAAACY0/CCu4PzcKaxE/s400/411px-Oceans13Poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076315576933904674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat burger king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just attacked the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6125731455337463476?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6125731455337463476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6125731455337463476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-way-home.html' title='on the way home *updated'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnKwQCrtcPI/AAAAAAAACYc/SfZWJtfJP0U/s72-c/Photo-0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-3765160367611240927</id><published>2007-06-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:36:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;‘The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Paul Valery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-3765160367611240927?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3765160367611240927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/3765160367611240927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2939816784396275892</id><published>2007-06-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:46:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i try.</title><content type='html'>lynn spends more time downloading stuff than studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;psstt, only an idiot would pick false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on chapter 3 for the past 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon!! finish up till chapter 6 then you only have to study 4 more chapters !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the following in your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chair/stool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Book shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pictures &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skateboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Clothes on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Surfboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoke detector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Piano/keyboard/Guitar/bass/drums/other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Locking door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Blacklight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Medals/ribbons/trophies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Stop sign/any sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Real gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Any drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gamecube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] couch/beanbag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many windows do you have in ur room?&lt;br /&gt;one miserable one for the vampire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the color of ur walls?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share your room?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get ready for the day in your room or the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;bedroom..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bed sheets?&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your walls?&lt;br /&gt;pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the opposite sex been in your room before?&lt;br /&gt;too many :p *thinks open house when JAMES, ASHLEY AND MJ DEFILED MY TEDDY BEAR* and then there's the case of my brother (everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the opposite sex ever been on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;yea. mj, james, isaac, and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the opposite sex slept on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;sleep, sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you had sex in your room?&lt;br /&gt;private life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who usually sleeps in your bed other than you?&lt;br /&gt;heck, its so cold i havent been sleeping in my own room -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;yea.. aside the coldness.. but i JUST got an electric blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2939816784396275892?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2939816784396275892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2939816784396275892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-try.html' title='i try.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2186199111934012097</id><published>2007-06-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:58:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it tastes boardy.</title><content type='html'>"mum..! cardboard doesnt taste very nice" - yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, she can be such a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2186199111934012097?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2186199111934012097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2186199111934012097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-tastes-boardy.html' title='it tastes boardy.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-1422833764126383716</id><published>2007-06-14T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:37:09.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll cut holes in the umbrella</title><content type='html'>ok, under normal conditions i think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;umbrella &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JZ and Rihana &lt;/span&gt;is a little weird (but a little addictive) until i heard the remix of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrella featuring&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lil' mama&lt;br /&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="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;yea, you heard right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lilmamaonline"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bear in mind that when you first enter you'll hear the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;disastrous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;remix &lt;/span&gt;that she did. scroll down. then listen to her version of Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, there's still the gay 'ella.. ella.. ella.. eyy.. eyy..' bits but i think its a better version than the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dont forget to bitch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-1422833764126383716?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1422833764126383716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/1422833764126383716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-cut-holes-in-umbrella.html' title='i&apos;ll cut holes in the umbrella'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-7307530004199700137</id><published>2007-06-14T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T14:26:44.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendships arent built on shaky ground.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnDeJirtcOI/AAAAAAAACYU/e3nN9ixUo50/s1600-h/DSC_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnDeJirtcOI/AAAAAAAACYU/e3nN9ixUo50/s400/DSC_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075801035556876514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"when things are getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;shaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when everything is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know that you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lean on me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you can lean on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-7307530004199700137?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7307530004199700137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/7307530004199700137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-believe.html' title='friendships arent built on shaky ground.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnDeJirtcOI/AAAAAAAACYU/e3nN9ixUo50/s72-c/DSC_0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2660568252173181487</id><published>2007-06-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:14:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drugs like me.</title><content type='html'>cant. get. out. of. head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnASACrtcMI/AAAAAAAACYE/OuSWNJlVzEo/s1600-h/marilyn_manson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnASACrtcMI/AAAAAAAACYE/OuSWNJlVzEo/s320/marilyn_manson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075576571976052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to fly just now and she came to the conclusion (although in different words, i'm sure) that we're doing a swap of musical tastes even though she never really liked marilyn manson. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's starting to listen to jazz and slow music and i am taking more interest in, well, marilyn manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know, its a little odd for a rnb chick like me but i guess i started to listen to him a while ago,  rarely i'll admit but i guess Simon Cropper (yes, my psychology lecturer) made me get interested in marilyn manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont freak out screaming "oh my god" like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do some background reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how he perceives the world is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to pick his brain over a couple of absinthe shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2660568252173181487?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2660568252173181487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2660568252173181487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/drugs-like-me.html' title='drugs like me.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/RnASACrtcMI/AAAAAAAACYE/OuSWNJlVzEo/s72-c/marilyn_manson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-6219411395182957588</id><published>2007-06-13T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:20:35.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont get it.</title><content type='html'>amber chia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.. i didnt even know who she was until last year when i watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;possessed&lt;/span&gt; with my, now ex, boyfriend and carolyn. i dont remember much of the movie (yes, its&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; sucked that badly&lt;/span&gt;. we all know how well i usually remember movies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable part of the movie was at the beginning when carolyn dug her &lt;strike&gt; nails&lt;/strike&gt; claws into my arm and i was wincing in pain (she didnt even realize that it hurt and that tears were springing to my eyes)  and wouldnt let go until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the X &lt;/span&gt;grabbed her paw to make her release me. i sported claw marks for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy, i still dont get whats so great about amber chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-6219411395182957588?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6219411395182957588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/6219411395182957588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-get-it.html' title='i dont get it.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-2111798242813396071</id><published>2007-06-13T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:01:59.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the bitch bites back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;psych is overrrr!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more to go.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;god damn 'experimental design and data analysis'&lt;/span&gt;. its a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch and a half&lt;/span&gt;. not that its hard.. i'm just lazy. let me rephrase..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;lazy &lt;/span&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back and i am in my living room with a tub of ice cream (the tub of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;double chocolate&lt;/span&gt; that cn left behind from saturday). i cringe at the thought of eating chocolate ice cream but i wanted to eat something cold and that was the only type of ice cream in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling so positively &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;brain dead&lt;/span&gt; its not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got out of the house for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid psychology paper.&lt;/span&gt; got out at 11.00am and waited in the cold for zz and cn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realized zz came out earlier and didnt know whether cn left already or not (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bodoh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt; cant receive calls or msges. neither can she call out or msg so zz and i went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;bug james&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to uc to visit ash. jeff came to ash's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ash went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for a stroll&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; jogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelled back home. didnt want to wait for a train that stopped at mont albert so i took a train that  stopped a couple of stations away and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;walked home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home at 6.oopm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;*flops dead on cough, snoring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-2111798242813396071?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2111798242813396071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/2111798242813396071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/06/psych-is-overrrr-one-more-to-go.html' title='and the bitch bites back.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06423990479381878965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8441640.post-876925772644770397</id><published>2007-06-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:01:28.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISAAC HAN !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodohsial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a mild panic attack &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for isaac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidness. i thought he might haf forgotten something about psych and seeing that i am lazy to get my arse off my chair to the phone (my mobile has no credit) i msges fly who was online to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... dun panic on me.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying to sleep here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(what!! sleeping at 11pm!! *lynn's face turns red to resemble tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still studying!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n x u r e x i a  p r o d u c t i o n s ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8441640-876925772644770397?l=nobodyzsweetheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8441640/posts/default/876925772644770397'/><link 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