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type='html'>her desires.. her satisfaction.. her everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/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' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-508288246063266671?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/508288246063266671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/508288246063266671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/03/third-year.html' title='third year'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-3649072149225156791</id><published>2009-02-25T01:22:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:23:40.310+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><title type='text'>coloured</title><content type='html'>This  poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008, Written by  an&lt;br /&gt;African Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  I born, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I  black&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I black&lt;br /&gt;And  when I die, I still black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  you white fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When  you born, you pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When  you grow up, you white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When  you go in sun, you red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When  you cold, you blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When  you scared, you yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When  you sick, you green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And  when you die, you gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  you calling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;colored ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3649072149225156791?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3649072149225156791'/><link rel='self' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SaE9eFAG2NI/AAAAAAAAJ0k/moaGinRPeVE/s1600-h/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SaE9eFAG2NI/AAAAAAAAJ0k/moaGinRPeVE/s400/sony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305589422967150802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update about the process later with pictures :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-6132389736885031284?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6132389736885031284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>the sudden and the living</title><content type='html'>so today, a weird thing happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zeke&lt;/span&gt; headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Springvale&lt;/span&gt; for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Asian&lt;/span&gt; lunch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god knows why my dad wanted to head over there&lt;/span&gt;) and after that, do some grocery shopping (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;why..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw this big sign "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live lobsters 41.99 per KG&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear my eyes lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, bottom line is that my mother bought the 2.5kg sucker and we brought him home only to later have him chopped up into little (very messy) slices and eaten RAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor little thing was still wriggling around even without its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were morbid (and quite freaked out) to have him/her/it(?) watch us eat him/her/it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; any pictures, and i apologize, i still need to buy myself a nice, sleek little baby- i cant decide on one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today was also the day that we made the really rash decision to follow my parents + &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;richie&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sha&lt;/span&gt; (the we being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zeke&lt;/span&gt; and i, damn, i realize most of the time now i blog using 'us' and 'we' and not 'me' or 'i' anymore) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, seeing that the last time i headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;, i was around 11 years old and its pretty darn fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if you've headed to Sydney lately, give me a holler and let me know of things to do!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. dont ask me why we ate the lobster sashimi today when we would be getting even better raw stuff up there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-4231533335598509455</id><published>2009-02-21T04:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:14:47.598+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>just dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWcC4nn81Xo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jWcC4nn81Xo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-761910353102172156</id><published>2009-02-20T01:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:54:19.957+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>mum song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-761910353102172156?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/761910353102172156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/761910353102172156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/mum-song.html' title='mum song'/><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' 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/&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;But if I do then I might miss you, babe&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated and stupid&lt;br /&gt;Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid&lt;br /&gt;Guess he wants to play, wants to play&lt;br /&gt;A love game, a love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Hold me and love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want touch you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Maybe three seconds is enough&lt;br /&gt;For my heart to quit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ride on your disco stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much just bust that kick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission&lt;br /&gt;And it involves some heavy touching, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You've indicated you're interest&lt;br /&gt;I'm educated in sex, yes&lt;br /&gt;Now I want it bad, want it bad&lt;br /&gt;A love game, a love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me and love me&lt;br /&gt;Just want touch you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Maybe three seconds is enough&lt;br /&gt;For my heart to quit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have some fun, this beat is sick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too much just bust that kick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take a ride on your disco stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you staring there from across the block&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on your mouth and your hand on your (huh!)&lt;br /&gt;The story of us, it always starts the same&lt;br /&gt;With a boy and a girl and a (huh!) and a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Play a love game&lt;br /&gt;Do you want love?&lt;br /&gt;Or you want fame?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the game?&lt;br /&gt;Dans, the love game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-370239026022513921?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/370239026022513921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/370239026022513921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-games.html' title='love games'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4473241651812483316</id><published>2009-02-15T00:23:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:48:55.147+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag ur it'/><title type='text'>101.5 *edited because isaac retaliated and i realized i missed one part out.</title><content type='html'>Do this and repost it with the title:&lt;br /&gt;I've done --- out of the 132 stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(X) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;(X) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(X) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;(X) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;() Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;() Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(X) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;() Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(X) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;if its even considered a crush :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;() Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;(X) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;() Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;() Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been in a Mosh Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;() Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(X) Taken Pain Killers (Medicine)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Love/loved Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;() Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;(X) Flown A Kite&lt;br /&gt;(X) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;() Gone mudding (offroading)&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(X) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Sledging&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(X) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;() Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been cheated on&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(X) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;() Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(1/x) Had Detention &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;does it count if i talked the teacher out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 35.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;() Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(X) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(X) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 37.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(X) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;(X) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;(X) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(X) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 42.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(X) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;(X) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 47.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(X) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 52.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(X) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made a Prank Phone Call&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;(X) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 56.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(X) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(X) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care/Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(X) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 60.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;(X) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;() Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(X) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;() Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 63.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;(X) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;() Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swore at the teacher, in front of them&lt;br /&gt;(X) Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 66.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(X) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;() Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;(X) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(X) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 69.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(X) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;() Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(X) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;(X) Recently stayed up for a while talking to someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 72.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(X) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;(X) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had/Been in a tree house.&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 76.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;(X) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;() Have had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;() Visited Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 77.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(X) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;(X) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 82.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;() Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;(X) Made A Porn Video/got asked to make one&lt;br /&gt;(X) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(X) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 86.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;() Mooned/Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had Someone Moon/Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(X) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(X) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;(X) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;() Gone Skinny Dipping&lt;br /&gt;() Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;(X)Tried to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 92.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(X) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(X) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;() Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 95.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;(X) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(X) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;() Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;(X) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(X) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 99.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;() Been shot at/or at gunpoint&lt;br /&gt;(X) Had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(X) Flattened someones tires&lt;br /&gt;() Rode your car/truck until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;() Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 101.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-4473241651812483316?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>Turbaconucken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SZFwf0yN1HI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/pAiMtheEBXM/s1600-h/turbaconucken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SZFwf0yN1HI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/pAiMtheEBXM/s400/turbaconucken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301141928439305330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turbaconucken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A chicken inside a duck inside a turkey, all wrapped in bacon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stolen from: &lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;thisiswhyyou'refat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-4608649153446955851?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4608649153446955851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4608649153446955851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/turbaconucken.html' title='Turbaconucken'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SZFwf0yN1HI/AAAAAAAAJ0c/pAiMtheEBXM/s72-c/turbaconucken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7743579946996662612</id><published>2009-02-08T17:31:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:58:14.459+11:00</updated><title type='text'>work, play and the tripple X.</title><content type='html'>zeke and i finally watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_%28novel%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Changeling_%282008_film%29"&gt;the changeling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SY5-DeIcwXI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/Zznx0ULqewE/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SY5-DeIcwXI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/Zznx0ULqewE/s200/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300312409554862450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a little bit of a twilight fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(which is a little bit of an understatement)&lt;/span&gt;, i was a little disappointed with the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SY5-DnS4UqI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/esCe3yWR87Q/s1600-h/Changeling_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SY5-DnS4UqI/AAAAAAAAJ0M/esCe3yWR87Q/s200/Changeling_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300312412014531234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;the changeling&lt;/span&gt; was a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good movie. it wasnt really what i expected it to be and really pulled at my heart strings. i cried so many times! just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the possibility &lt;/span&gt;of having those kind of things happen just made me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*while we're on the sad note, my condolences to all the people who lost their belongings, their homes, their loved ones, their lives at the fires yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7743579946996662612?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7743579946996662612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7743579946996662612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-play-and-tripple-x.html' title='work, play and the tripple X.'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SY5-DeIcwXI/AAAAAAAAJ0E/Zznx0ULqewE/s72-c/twilight-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-2446861590373692150</id><published>2009-02-05T17:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:37:51.932+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>little to big</title><content type='html'>funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today before i left the house, zeke and i got into this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;insane screaming, crying, hysterical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of hours we made peace and well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sealed the deal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not being in the right state of mind, i put this on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"lynn totally loves what comes after a fight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? because when i came back, this greeted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHd3FRqDI/AAAAAAAAJzs/0rH1KTvkuiQ/s1600-h/whoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHd3FRqDI/AAAAAAAAJzs/0rH1KTvkuiQ/s400/whoa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299196858626844722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forty over messages?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHduW0b_I/AAAAAAAAJzk/LerQZgKPd0c/s1600-h/whoa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHduW0b_I/AAAAAAAAJzk/LerQZgKPd0c/s400/whoa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299196856284508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sigh, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHvSKHz1I/AAAAAAAAJz0/BX3_Igqkn6A/s1600-h/Untitled33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHvSKHz1I/AAAAAAAAJz0/BX3_Igqkn6A/s400/Untitled33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299197157952704338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. james, making up after a fight in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;way makes making up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that much better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-2446861590373692150?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2446861590373692150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2446861590373692150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-to-big.html' title='little to big'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SYqHd3FRqDI/AAAAAAAAJzs/0rH1KTvkuiQ/s72-c/whoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-5844479507646075509</id><published>2009-02-04T23:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:52:08.635+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>nothing else i can say</title><content type='html'>lady gaga's latest single :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXV1QPn_mzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tXV1QPn_mzg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5844479507646075509?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5844479507646075509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5844479507646075509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='nothing else i can say'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-1089483129214375998</id><published>2009-01-29T00:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:42:17.136+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag ur it'/><title type='text'>facebook tag. thats a first.</title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i always thought that i would end up dating someone good looking but pretty much a bloody blundering idiot even though i wanted a nice decent boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i started drinking at the age of 12. my uncle was keen on training me to have a high alcohol tolerance. (i did. and i dont anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i was in PLC, i ballooned to a size 14-16. conveniently hidden under the uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. before that, i was anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. after ballooning, i was bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. when i was younger, i went to some chinese temple where they made me drink some kind of tea which contained burnt contents of a piece of paper that had words on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. after that, everynight for the next year, i would try to kill myself by jumping out the window of my parents bedroom. they always managed to stop me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. apparently i became more vicious after they showed me bibles- i would kick them, bite them and scratch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i can not stand the taste of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i pierced my navel at 16 in hopes of it being an incentive to grow thinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i once got my hair braided in bali and had 64 strands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..my sister had 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i never dared to dye my hair a really light colour because i'm scared of the regrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. alot of people think i like to party, but i actually really like to just be at home - to cuddle up on the bed and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. my favorite animals are dolphins. i've swam with them twice in my life and will continue to every opportunity i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i was trained for a year at a singing academy and i really love to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. i havent been able to breathe from my nose (unless i force myself) since i was 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. my right arm is shorter than my left because i broke it and shattered the end of my olecranon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i didnt really want to have my nose ring (hole?) close. i miss it. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i like to keep my receipts. whenever i go somewhere, i would get a receipt... that i will throw out when i am at home... eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. i cant throw anything out! i keep wrapping papers and ribbons that date back at least 4-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i was a child model. i had a portfolio and all that stuff. i even got free branded clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i was scouted in KL while i was shopping and asked to join a modeling company or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. i will never ever again get into that field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. i dieted so much when i was younger that i cannot tell when i am hungry anymore. i know when i am hungry when i get headaches, or when my stomach growls. if they dont, i wont eat because i wouldnt realize i am hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. i am completely and utterly in love with zik zak :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-1089483129214375998?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1089483129214375998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1089483129214375998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/facebook-tag-thats-first.html' title='facebook tag. thats a first.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5282240034652883878</id><published>2009-01-28T12:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:22:18.917+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the muscles</title><content type='html'>i never used to understand how couples who sleep together, and not just in the sexual sense, dont actually cuddle to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt use to get that because zeke and i cuddle to bed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lately, i dont know if its just me working so much or sumthing or rather, but my muscles are aching like a crazy $%^!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5282240034652883878?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5282240034652883878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5282240034652883878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/muscles.html' title='the muscles'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-2379493910014150902</id><published>2009-01-27T23:30:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:55:07.304+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>obligated 40s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy chinese new year guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i havent fallen off the face of the earth. its just that zeke has been back and i have been working every single day at Satsuki to save up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every moment not working, has been spent with zeke, my family, max, and random friends here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, since zeke's been back, the sun has been out more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i do mean that quite literally and not just in my little fantasy world/bedroom - not that i would really care whether the sun is out or not in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it being summer and all, and it being australia, the summer weather has once again reached its 'obligated 40s'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligated 40s &lt;/span&gt;is when the aussie weather decides that, hey, summer isnt summer until we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hit at least 40 degres celcious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god have mercy on all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may we all not die of skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week its going to be worst! the lowest temperature is mid 20s and for the remaining of the weak, the weather is going to be about 40 degs during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iamgoingtodieofskincancer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.f.c.    (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jaayysuuuusssfucccckkinnnnchriiiissttt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its not really been all saving and no play, of course there's play with zeke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week on friday we headed out to Doncaster Shopping Centre and i bought two new pairs of Zoe Wittners (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shoes, bitches, SHOES!) &lt;/span&gt;, two shorts, two shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a nice pair of sandals that i cant wear because they hurt but i only bought so that i will get 80% off the total price of the two shoes and a $170 pair of heels that are so SM that my mother reckons that all i need is a whip and i'll be able to whip zeke in bed. the sandals were $90. what i paid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$54.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two tops from jayjays - $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two shorts- target &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(wow lynn, way to go,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; queen of cheap&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;which without discount totals to about $80. what i paid - $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when sunday came, i was all up for a break, working all week really took its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we woke up early to head to Camberwell market and then later headed to the city for the Arts and Craft market before heading off to S. Kilda for the other market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Arts and Craft market in the city is awesome!~ zeke and i got this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overpriced &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adorable &lt;/span&gt;cupcake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CaizXUPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/n_MbLZJd23c/s1600-h/Image009_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CaizXUPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/n_MbLZJd23c/s400/Image009_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954341853090034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CQNmvl2I/AAAAAAAAJzU/2cJVWSbq03A/s1600-h/Image011_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CQNmvl2I/AAAAAAAAJzU/2cJVWSbq03A/s400/Image011_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954164364318562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;between the market place by the beach and the arts and craft market we stopped by at some chinese new year even thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CP8ktvnI/AAAAAAAAJzM/Nwutw3KLs4o/s1600-h/Image012_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CP8ktvnI/AAAAAAAAJzM/Nwutw3KLs4o/s400/Image012_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954159792406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and zeke and i couldnt help but feel sorry for the poor guy in that depressing getup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPyjEccI/AAAAAAAAJzE/XTNmpYQqfWY/s1600-h/Image013_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPyjEccI/AAAAAAAAJzE/XTNmpYQqfWY/s400/Image013_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954157101150658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;between the market and Luna Park, there were people giving out free MIZONE and look at how fcking greedy everyone was! (zeke and me included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPhRjGxI/AAAAAAAAJy8/9BB-Vb2UPJg/s1600-h/Image014_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPhRjGxI/AAAAAAAAJy8/9BB-Vb2UPJg/s400/Image014_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954152464259858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we got 4 bottles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5tS2prI/AAAAAAAAJys/BPZSSfyDbdc/s1600-h/Image019_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5tS2prI/AAAAAAAAJys/BPZSSfyDbdc/s400/Image019_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953777733838514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it being so depressingly hot, we had to have snow cones :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPlll4XI/AAAAAAAAJy0/QS58RYw2r9g/s1600-h/Image015_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CPlll4XI/AAAAAAAAJy0/QS58RYw2r9g/s400/Image015_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295954153622069618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ahhhh... much better~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5syh0SI/AAAAAAAAJyk/xwnec-EKizA/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5syh0SI/AAAAAAAAJyk/xwnec-EKizA/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953777598255394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh jaysus! is that how long i havent camwhored that i look like THIS when i attempt to?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5Rm1CUI/AAAAAAAAJyc/k1m63MPBBUk/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5Rm1CUI/AAAAAAAAJyc/k1m63MPBBUk/s400/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953770301425986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tad bit better but still really =__________=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5PBrZQI/AAAAAAAAJyU/J-ZQZeWTnp8/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B5PBrZQI/AAAAAAAAJyU/J-ZQZeWTnp8/s400/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953769608733954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B41SkJqI/AAAAAAAAJyM/SYzenddp9Xc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8B41SkJqI/AAAAAAAAJyM/SYzenddp9Xc/s400/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295953762700240546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, hope everyone had a good weekend and a great &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;money filled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese new year&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-2379493910014150902?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2379493910014150902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2379493910014150902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/obligated-40s.html' title='obligated 40s'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SX8CaizXUPI/AAAAAAAAJzc/n_MbLZJd23c/s72-c/Image009_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-4192049904623843535</id><published>2009-01-25T17:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:01:03.206+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>no internet so... hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PqI12R8YNU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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hiatus'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-6414711273135294980</id><published>2009-01-10T22:51:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:10:22.409+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>♥  explosive bottles.</title><content type='html'>as i woke up a couple of days ago i felt around blindly for my phone and dialed isaac's number. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(being apart like this led to the development of  the 'wake up/go to sleep' rule)&lt;/span&gt;. i was greeted with a nice sleepy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kind of sexy) &lt;/span&gt;husky 'good morning sweeetheart' followed by a '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have good news and bad news'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before i told zeke that he should tell his parents about him wanting to change his flight from the 8th of feb to some time next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he proceeded to say,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;i cant get the flight that we wanted and has been changed to the 13th&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FEBUARY?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he bloody played me.. and he's coming back next week instead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been so ordinary, its not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, work's started again - more money for me :D and since chinese new year is coming up- alot of people'll be heading off and that means more shifts for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad part? i'll be leaving isaac alone at home - practice to be my future house husband, perhaps? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this huge urge to get another tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-6414711273135294980?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6414711273135294980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/whiNx64iJKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/whiNx64iJKg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7024/572/1600/040414_DV_11130022.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-6426665707569517298</id><published>2009-01-08T00:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:21:07.183+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>when i get married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this is the part where isaac runs far far away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will be a total and utter detail freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the invitations, the place cards (at the dinner), the decorations, the bouquet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the dress&lt;/span&gt;, the brides maids dresses, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the makeup&lt;/span&gt; - minimal, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the hair&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the music that will be played - it. must. be. live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any women who come to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; wedding dressed in black will have to wear this hideous peach coloured toga i will have handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider yourselves warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even told zeke that i would have a bouncer specially to ensure that everyone's in proper attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont give me that look, its a day most women would look forward to.. which brings me to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;congratulations samantha tham&lt;/span&gt;~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-6426665707569517298?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6426665707569517298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6426665707569517298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-i-get-married.html' title='when i 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-2374400200862084864.post-9058387377147521438</id><published>2009-01-08T00:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:51:02.578+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>the husky thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J0SejyDPCo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6J0SejyDPCo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-9058387377147521438?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9058387377147521438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9058387377147521438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/husky-thief.html' title='the husky thief'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-3510422258486401338</id><published>2009-01-07T17:25:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:51:06.106+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>i just realized i could never really be one of those people who are uber tattooed &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>yesterday&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (pause..)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh my god &lt;/span&gt;yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the begining was a tad bit boring- the family headed out to boxhill for some brunch at some quirky little place - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no i dont remember its name&lt;/span&gt;, do some grocery shoppings for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sushi night &lt;/span&gt;, take pictures for our passport applications, do the little odds and ends here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun began when we left boxhill. we got home and our neighbors were out so we socialized and help introduce max to their new puppy - this cute little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max was so humongously huge compared to the little puppy that the puppy thought that max was bullying him and yelped away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-oops &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our neighbor showed us her house and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's this huge pool there with her daughters in there swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing i know, their other dog - Indi - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jumps right into the pool &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really got my eyes wide and - i still cant believe it myself - Cheryl got in! we're talking fully clothed and she even shoved Hugo (her poodle) in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next thing was blurry because the next thing i  know, i voluntarily jumped in and splashed around with the three dogs, one insanely young at heart woman, and two girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a good half hour i realized - god damnit! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my phone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i screamed bloody profanities for a good 10 seconds before i realized that it wasnt with me - yeah. i scared myself to death for nothing. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i splashed around under the sun for a bit too long that sushi night was just a half hour thing before i passed out in bed at 8.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 12am cursing myself for being such a douch for sleeping so damn early when i knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere in my puny little brain &lt;/span&gt;that exactly this would happen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to finally get back to bed at about 2am and slept till 10.30am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to send dad to the airport (yin wasnt present, she had to work) and then after that, we headed to the DFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;god damnit i still didnt get to tell dad that i'm moving in with zeke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, DFO was a dissapointment today, i didnt see anything i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back around 2.30pm and completely crashed. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jebus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up - yes at 5.30ish -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a big fat sleepy pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the title of this post, yeah.. as much as i love tatts.. i dont think i can be one of those people with heaps of huge tatts around their bodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWRO-BSJr7I/AAAAAAAAJqU/GG3a-7DWEAQ/s1600-h/tatoo+pinup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWRO-BSJr7I/AAAAAAAAJqU/GG3a-7DWEAQ/s400/tatoo+pinup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288438689843228594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*no offense to anyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3510422258486401338?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3510422258486401338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-9180355234378813100</id><published>2009-01-06T02:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:00:55.298+11:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to hoping i wont overdress</title><content type='html'>am i really the type of girl who wants what she cant have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apparently the alumni dinner'll be held again this year (what, they never had it before last year!) and this year, i am SO there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-9180355234378813100?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9180355234378813100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9180355234378813100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-to-hoping-i-wont-overdress.html' title='here&apos;s to hoping i wont overdress'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-6197613366508292574</id><published>2009-01-06T00:56:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:12:10.302+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camwhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>the trip up there</title><content type='html'>yes, i had to indulge in a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little over the top vanity&lt;/span&gt; before i started to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWITyBjM1BI/AAAAAAAAJqM/LeKxP14ticc/s1600-h/IMG000071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWITyBjM1BI/AAAAAAAAJqM/LeKxP14ticc/s400/IMG000071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287810662616847378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so often, &lt;/span&gt;Cindy, Misha and I would try to meet up and do the customary Max Brenners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we made a little detour before MB.. we headed to ChoGao's for some lunch - the $10 express lunch specials were pretty good - small portions but perfect for small eaters like us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat around gossiping like the gossip queens we are and then headed off to MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and that is just MY portion: waffle with an extra pot of chocolate and a milk chocolate :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISd7fZJJI/AAAAAAAAJqE/AA1SLd5Zmgk/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISd7fZJJI/AAAAAAAAJqE/AA1SLd5Zmgk/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809217881253010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the end we were so damn full we couldnt walk right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to Myer's for a bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me why the mannequin has his pants down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISduCPntI/AAAAAAAAJp8/I3I0GKkNycQ/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISduCPntI/AAAAAAAAJp8/I3I0GKkNycQ/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809214269333202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then to melbourne central and then headed off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i naturally headed to Zeke's place to check up but the second i saw his bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISdRJRN6I/AAAAAAAAJp0/pb92WHg-k18/s1600-h/Image003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISdRJRN6I/AAAAAAAAJp0/pb92WHg-k18/s400/Image003_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809206514169762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didnt wake up till zeke called me because he was worried that i didnt reply him for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed back and all was fine and dandy right until i got off the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a group of really rowdy dodgy boys drinking Jack Black (yes at 7.00pm) and shouting obscene things and i got really freaked out- wouldnt you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one girl vs three boys who were drunk like a sailors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no question about who would win out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i frooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god there was a man &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in a suit) &lt;/span&gt;who walked me halfway back to make sure the boys didnt follow or harass me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so scared about what could have happened that i dont think i even really said thank you to that guy. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&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;on a completely different note, i helped paint these !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISdFZPAVI/AAAAAAAAJps/oDOdkacS9CU/s1600-h/Image006_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISdFZPAVI/AAAAAAAAJps/oDOdkacS9CU/s400/Image006_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809203359908178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, i am extremely proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISc5Z6azI/AAAAAAAAJpk/2yiHYZ2IYLk/s1600-h/Image007_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWISc5Z6azI/AAAAAAAAJpk/2yiHYZ2IYLk/s400/Image007_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287809200141527858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-6197613366508292574?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6197613366508292574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6197613366508292574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-up-there.html' title='the trip up there'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SWITyBjM1BI/AAAAAAAAJqM/LeKxP14ticc/s72-c/IMG000071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-4396087193258383317</id><published>2009-01-04T23:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:07:31.369+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>the alumni</title><content type='html'>i wish i could have made it for Sri Sempurna's alumni dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people i grew up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-4396087193258383317?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4396087193258383317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4396087193258383317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/alumni.html' title='the alumni'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5098384376680404527</id><published>2009-01-04T01:12:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:22:45.314+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting bits'/><title type='text'>do the scars still hurt when it rains?</title><content type='html'>guess what i just realized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SV9ygMrzEqI/AAAAAAAAJpc/WEMWPn6O1Ik/s1600-h/get+over+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SV9ygMrzEqI/AAAAAAAAJpc/WEMWPn6O1Ik/s400/get+over+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287070385042559650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she deleted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not upset. i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immature&lt;/span&gt; she can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get over it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;isaac choose me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its been what, a year and a half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you even have a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5098384376680404527?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5098384376680404527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5098384376680404527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-scars-still-hurt-when-it-rains.html' title='do the scars still hurt when it rains?'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SV9ygMrzEqI/AAAAAAAAJpc/WEMWPn6O1Ik/s72-c/get+over+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7706020822428887480</id><published>2009-01-04T00:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:57:19.749+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>the 2am deadline</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPlqhw8AoQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IPlqhw8AoQI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_grO7H2FD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_grO7H2FD8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rj-ldDO_h-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rj-ldDO_h-U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7706020822428887480?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7706020822428887480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7706020822428887480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/lynn.html' title='the 2am deadline'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-3370764528487727233</id><published>2009-01-02T19:19:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:33:55.375+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd rather lie in bed doing nothing than to see or talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3370764528487727233?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3370764528487727233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3370764528487727233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/done.html' title='enough'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-1931511807658757549</id><published>2009-01-02T02:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:50:55.248+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin&apos;s haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>welcoming change</title><content type='html'>watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bedtime stories &lt;/span&gt;with my siblings the other day- was a nice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'kids only' &lt;/span&gt;outing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlhbQGmfI/AAAAAAAAJpU/r-X2st8C6fk/s1600-h/bedtime+stories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlhbQGmfI/AAAAAAAAJpU/r-X2st8C6fk/s400/bedtime+stories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352425039862258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin got her hair cut and the next day (yesterday), i followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlhMj924I/AAAAAAAAJpM/NU4mqC3t_zo/s1600-h/the+change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlhMj924I/AAAAAAAAJpM/NU4mqC3t_zo/s400/the+change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352421096643458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlgtpKKCI/AAAAAAAAJpE/thSWP_0TaEY/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlgtpKKCI/AAAAAAAAJpE/thSWP_0TaEY/s400/new+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352412796921890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new year, a little bit more daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its short-er; my fringe is anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had one in ages and it keeps poking my eye making me get annoyed but ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009's a good year for a couple of changes, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-1931511807658757549?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1931511807658757549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1931511807658757549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcoming-change.html' title='welcoming change'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVzlhbQGmfI/AAAAAAAAJpU/r-X2st8C6fk/s72-c/bedtime+stories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-2133275221363155091</id><published>2009-01-01T16:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:06:02.508+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>since boxing day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've finished reading all these books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVxb3Pt1nII/AAAAAAAAJm8/SIJo1I8t5us/s1600-h/HeavenTexas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVxb3Pt1nII/AAAAAAAAJm8/SIJo1I8t5us/s400/HeavenTexas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286201067295841410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the remaining books of the twilight saga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlFeZSmI/AAAAAAAAG_g/IpL98jmBZhY/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlFeZSmI/AAAAAAAAG_g/IpL98jmBZhY/s400/new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026985868184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RkyzQowI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/-SLOHhHnDc8/s1600-h/3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RkyzQowI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/-SLOHhHnDc8/s400/3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026980855423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9Rk42k5LI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/7X2On-DnfdU/s1600-h/breakingdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9Rk42k5LI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/7X2On-DnfdU/s400/breakingdawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026982479946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i just cant wait for Stephenie Meyer to write up Midnight Sun. right after someone leaked her draft - its been on an indefinite halt. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the books were so good that i want to buy them all (although the second and fouth books werent great - i like the the (little) romance in book 4 so i'm gonna overlook its not-so-good-ness and it would be weird if i had all the books except new moon so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just a girly thing that causes me to be so into romantic stories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its annoying. i havent been feelin like myself at all.. and i dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i making a huge mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy new year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-2133275221363155091?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2133275221363155091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2133275221363155091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2009/01/since-boxing-day.html' title='since boxing day'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVxb3Pt1nII/AAAAAAAAJm8/SIJo1I8t5us/s72-c/HeavenTexas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-181233925692440333</id><published>2008-12-29T22:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:17:49.802+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the uncool post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have decided that in my lifetime,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i will never meet any celebrities &lt;/span&gt;(with the exception of David Copperfield when i was young and the flash made his eyes red and then, i was convinced that it was because he was magic that his eyes had a red centre and blue rims - i was only 8!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to say the least, i've given up on meeting people like Mahathir or Obama or Beyonce or Lady GaGa. pfft. no way am i ever gonna be able to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, aiming a little lower, i've 'hit' blogerities (&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;/a&gt; doesnt count).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a higher chance of me meeting some famous blogger (cool people) after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm in malaysia i would always wonder what would happen if i saw 'the penguin' around or &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kennysia.com"&gt;kenny sia&lt;/a&gt;. the irony is that i actually know people who know these blogerities but what am i supposed to say? what would anyone say? it would be so.. awkward. picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey there, look, this is pathetic, (and i am pathetic) but please introduce me to 'the penguin'/kennysia/whatever blogger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor friend(s) would just have the biggest  -_-" face and would probably start thinking of ways how to be rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in singapore, i thought that if i ever saw &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;xiaxue &lt;/a&gt;on the streets i would probably just stand there with my mouth right open wondering how any tiny person could wear so much pink or glitter or both. but most of all, i think i would just be like, 'whoa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am in melbourne, i reckon that the closest celebrity - blogger wise anyway that i could 'bump' into would be &lt;a href="http://www.kimong.com/"&gt;kimong&lt;/a&gt;. which i reckon would be awesome but i guess it would be like someone slapped me across the face with a slice of fish or something and i would be all O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. this just had to be a rant about how uncool i am but want to know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care if i meet any celebrities of any sort - my life is pretty awesome as it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-181233925692440333?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/181233925692440333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/181233925692440333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/uncool-post.html' title='the uncool post'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7407401948548410003</id><published>2008-12-29T22:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:54:20.226+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>seeing bloody murder</title><content type='html'>alright i've been utterly horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; interesting&lt;/span&gt; things have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeke and cara rented out their house to one of cara's friends-charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlotte is one of cara's friends from church and after the whole incident with jaeson &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(stupid flasher) &lt;/span&gt;we thought that charlotte being one of cara's friends and all should be more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to do one of the house checkups on the 22nd and guess what i found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fridge open, rubbish bin right in front of the front door, recycle bin missing, food in pans on the stove, rubbish bin filled to the brim with food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was seething with anger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i saw freaking red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called zeke and complained my heart out to him and when he told cara, cara told him that charlotte was on holiday and had been for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i thought i was seeing red then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this time.. i saw bloody murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dustbin right in front of the house gave away that the house has been unoccupied - what if ther ehad been a burglary? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;would she have been accountable for the damages then&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the pests that feasted on her leftover toast on the stove and the pile of rubbish in the bins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about the open fridge?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the point was when she got back i confronted her and her excuse was this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you occasionally come in to clear up the mess how was i to know i had to tell you i was on holiday, how was i to know you were more than just the maid of the house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i lost it right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in short it ended up in her being kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work that night wanting to stab every customer with forks and when i got off work, i got over 20 missed calls from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just for the sake of the story ignore the fact that she apologised and promise to take better care of the house, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7407401948548410003?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7407401948548410003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7407401948548410003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-bloody-murder.html' title='seeing bloody murder'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7131891790252339002</id><published>2008-12-28T13:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:35:35.606+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>christmas and then boxing day and what comes after- recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at zeke's house only to be picked up by my father and brother to head over to quarantine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Max got sprung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsLyON2xI/AAAAAAAAJlk/l9yULWm2iPk/s1600-h/Image000_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsLyON2xI/AAAAAAAAJlk/l9yULWm2iPk/s400/Image000_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670899969973010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then spoilt to bits and pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsMceGo1I/AAAAAAAAJl0/zQMwifalwiw/s1600-h/Image001_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsMceGo1I/AAAAAAAAJl0/zQMwifalwiw/s400/Image001_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670911310898002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yes, the big as german shepherd is a house dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsMY8YkQI/AAAAAAAAJls/2-Dr1HWkSE0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SVbsMY8YkQI/AAAAAAAAJls/2-Dr1HWkSE0/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670910364160258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had dinner with the family and some family friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;present opening time&lt;/span&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;presents to me:&lt;br /&gt;trench coat + knee high boots (dad). necklace (jun). diamond necklace + earring set(mum). MAC fake lashes (yin). chocolate (dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents from me &amp;amp; zeke:&lt;br /&gt;chess set (zeke's dad). cufflinks + tie (my dad). Salvatore ferragamo perfume (my mum). little photo stand thing that zeke made and i suggested (zeke's mum). cartilage piercings (shan). swavroski necklace (yin). domo pillow (shi). monopoly set (jun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there was a monopoly set..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum, yin, jun and i took advantage of the situation and played monopoly till our eyes popped out of our heads.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christmas day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a blur of waking up. having anisha and richie come over.. playing monopoly..having dinner with them and then going back to their house in preparation for ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boxing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(but of course not before a bit of gossip and catching up and stuff like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got up at 4ish (yes thats right bitches) for the 5am Myer opening but Myer was the biggest dissapointment. i only bought two lip glosses and didnt even buy lingerie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then headed back to richies for a little nap and then headed to Essondon's DFO for MORE shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little more successful this round with bits of Elle Macpherson lingerie and a new dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i spent about $80 when everything on original prices were over $350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back home and crashed completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until about 9pm and then couldnt sleep after =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day after ; recovery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and headed straight to tutor. got home. played monopoly (again) for an hour with the faimly and then headed out to work at satsuki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work ran late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking till 11.30 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but so worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took home about $150 for a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not busy, fun filled &lt;/span&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even got to bring back heaps of food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day after ; still recovering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. stay tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a great great christmas and will have an even better new years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7131891790252339002?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7131891790252339002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7131891790252339002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-and-then-boxing-day-and-what.html' title='christmas and then boxing day and what comes after- recovery'/><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 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>mum's santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81EMX7gZu5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81EMX7gZu5c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-1370358439514476408?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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(0, 153, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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="font-size:78%;"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. thats dizzy-fying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-8292228670229839239?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8292228670229839239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8292228670229839239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-ho-ho-ho.html' title='the big ho ho ho'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4580414688771940053</id><published>2008-12-24T03:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:35:17.150+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>cuff me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm utterly horrible at saving money. its terrible! and its not as if i really buy heaps of things for myself, i just tend to spend money on things that are a little.. not so selfish. and no, its not some kind of 'praise me' post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more of a, if i didnt buy my family dinner (enter number here) i would have saved (enter amount of money here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont even think that they appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its not the point of whether they appreciate it or not, thats not why i did it. but it would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my dad's present today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need now is my mother's present and i am so stumped there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jebus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-4580414688771940053?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4580414688771940053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4580414688771940053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/cuff-me.html' title='cuff 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-2374400200862084864.post-5508500273078277480</id><published>2008-12-24T01:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:31:41.669+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas bonus!</title><content type='html'>did i mention i love love love working at satsuki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a christmas card from my bosses today.. with $100 stuffed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5508500273078277480?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5508500273078277480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5508500273078277480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-bonus.html' title='christmas bonus!'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7424627307721108107</id><published>2008-12-20T02:34:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:39:14.358+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><title type='text'>the finger and the eye</title><content type='html'>oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent worn contacts in so long that i couldnt take it out yesterday.. and i just thought, hey you know, maybe i'm just a little out of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today, turns out i really AM out of practice. i couldnt take out my damn contact!! took me 15 mins and now i'm typing this partially blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to your glasses, you ask. well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i bloody broke my miumiu glasses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, fixable, but i cant seem to drag my ass out of the house to box hill for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutorings have been going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even had problems PUTTING the contacts in my eye and getting used to it. bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last last time i used contacts was on halloween and i must have been drunk as or tired as butt to just throw the contacts in a container and forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and literally forgot about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent worn that pair since and its expired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7424627307721108107?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so today i went off to Doncaster with the family for a little bit of 'scouting'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkQmgOcmII/AAAAAAAAJk8/gNlYIKLZfTQ/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkQmgOcmII/AAAAAAAAJk8/gNlYIKLZfTQ/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280770291740219522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the tree looks damn barren, i'm sorry, it was taken mid decorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scouting for things that people might want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing that i've done most of mine, you would think that i got to sit back and relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkQmvkLmyI/AAAAAAAAJk0/g7-gtKuT-0o/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkQmvkLmyI/AAAAAAAAJk0/g7-gtKuT-0o/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280770295857912610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to look for something for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i sort of feel mean about giving her A birthday and christmas present but she was such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;bitch about the price&lt;/span&gt; of the present that i dont know if i even should bother buying one for her- i mean, who takes out a calculator when they find out the price of the present, divide that price by 2 and then divides it again (because the present is from zeke and me) and then scoffs at the price and says, you're only spending THIS much on my christmas present?! jebus christ. come on! give me a bit of credit here..i bought you something from freaking swavroski and when i gave it to you, you freaking cried because you didnt want something so expensive and then you go and do THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i just wanted to smack the bejebus out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i thought maybe the coasters she liked but its so not personal and come on!its such a family present and not so much individual. meh. what do you get for the woman who raised you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuff links? i dont know!! HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i got a present for my bosses already so i can breathe easy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went back to look at those shoes that i saw and i decided that they were overrated.. what's not over rated are the BEAUTIFUL pair that i saw at (Zoe) Whittner's for $170. the irony, i held back from buying the $70 pair from Novo but ended up falling in love with a pair more expensive than the first. bejebus me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided that once i've saved ***** amount of money, i will reward myself to one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half eternity ring- diamonds in a princess cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkTAHJAmhI/AAAAAAAAJlc/giEU19t8mwE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkTAHJAmhI/AAAAAAAAJlc/giEU19t8mwE/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772930706381330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;half eternity ring - diamonds in emerald cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_81PaPI/AAAAAAAAJlU/WYNBn3_eEp0/s1600-h/Image001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_81PaPI/AAAAAAAAJlU/WYNBn3_eEp0/s400/Image001_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772927939111154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eternity ring in princess cut (small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_5G6XaI/AAAAAAAAJlM/1DJRSYVGmTE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_5G6XaI/AAAAAAAAJlM/1DJRSYVGmTE/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772926939487650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eternity ring in princess cut (medium)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_i9MsvI/AAAAAAAAJlE/ADkZ2tFTgo8/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUkS_i9MsvI/AAAAAAAAJlE/ADkZ2tFTgo8/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772920993166066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*side note: who.. i didnt really notice the faint tan lines on the fourth finger until now O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i realize the diamonds are blurry-my hand was shaking! i cant wait to buy myself one of those babiess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-2516579675893172627?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2516579675893172627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>the return of -</title><content type='html'>my first visit to CHINAbar and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiteous &lt;/span&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ordered Hainanese Chicken Rice and the soup was too salty, the rice was dry and salty and is obvious it isnt fresh and the chicken was so fatty and rubbery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas present for mum and dad and i have no idea what to get them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- why do they not, at least, hint, what they want? when i have kids i will hint my butt off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5384704619036694330?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5384704619036694330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5384704619036694330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/return-of.html' title='the return of -'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-1528339250922596197</id><published>2008-12-17T16:56:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:57:40.869+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting bits'/><title type='text'>the curly tales</title><content type='html'>Gay penguins given own eggs to care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penguins caught stealing eggs from straight couples in an attempt to become fathers have been given their own to look after following protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo keepers moved the male birds away from the rest of the penguins to avoid problems as hatching season approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But angry visitors to Polar Land in China complained it was not fair for the males to stop becoming surrogate fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the protests, zookeepers gave the pair two eggs laid by an inexperienced first-time mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They've turned out to be the best parents in the whole zoo," on zoo keeper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will try to arrange for them to become real parents themselves with artificial insemination."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being gay, it is understood the three-year-old male birds are still driven by an urge to be fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-1528339250922596197?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1528339250922596197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1528339250922596197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/curly-tales.html' title='the curly tales'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5471339200383759716</id><published>2008-12-17T01:35:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:53:50.011+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plastic surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>botox and lip plumping</title><content type='html'>i have such a thing for lingerie its not even funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet humongously lighter and shopping bags humongously bigger.. i would have to say that yesterday was a pretty good shopping day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;garter belts&lt;/span&gt;. &gt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Agent Provocateur garter belts for Christmas?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back has been a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pain &lt;/span&gt;lately, i think it must have been that time mid year when i fell down the stairs the morning of my damn immunology paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum and i have been spending heaps of time together and its been good for us-for our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i got another job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tutor&lt;/span&gt;, so to speak.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be paid to talk and help correct someone's english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to some people i know, its my dream job-getting paid to talk =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i talk that much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; shoes are still haunting my dreams..i think i might just cave in and buy a pair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUfAAK-o8-I/AAAAAAAAJks/_Kpu0vbGYDI/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUfAAK-o8-I/AAAAAAAAJks/_Kpu0vbGYDI/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400197294814178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and perhaps also a pair of boots seeing my last pair decided to die on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must the heel come off!? but i guess after close to 4 years of faithful service,its time to put it to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the new pair-nothing too sexy this time. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think thats more a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;note to self&lt;/span&gt; than anything else.]&lt;/span&gt; something more &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;down to earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(literally) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and without those&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spank me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;buckles on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i like clothes and thing that are sexy and pretty and sweet but my everyday style is so grunge and .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty - i just woke up and i found these&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate to admit it but i read xiaxue and her latest 'guide to life' got me thinking..i might SO do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat face syndrome. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5471339200383759716?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5471339200383759716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5471339200383759716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/botox-and-lip-plumping.html' title='botox and lip plumping'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUfAAK-o8-I/AAAAAAAAJks/_Kpu0vbGYDI/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7936204609465364059</id><published>2008-12-14T15:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:52:54.847+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>single ladies - parody</title><content type='html'>from beyonce to justin timberlake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/juWdQHXgZaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/juWdQHXgZaY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-7936204609465364059?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7936204609465364059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7936204609465364059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/single-ladies-parody.html' title='single ladies - parody'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5794162696486005739</id><published>2008-12-12T23:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:14:59.951+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>the big OHNO!</title><content type='html'>results - so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my father's trying to make amends but i seem to be pushing him away. not that i dont want him to make amends but because it might be harder for me to tell him if he's nice to me that i want to move out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my mother and i have been spending more time together, maybe its the fact that i am moving out that we're getting closer and talking more and giggling like little girls and talking about relationships and spending time with Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life brings us unexpected twists and turns.. bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. what do you buy your bosses? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-5794162696486005739?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5794162696486005739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5794162696486005739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/results-so-relieved-my-fathers-trying.html' title='the big OHNO!'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-2975046306732214541</id><published>2008-12-12T02:14:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:17:32.239+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>i have a weakness for vampires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i kept wondering why in the trailers of 'twilight', Edward Cullen played by Robert Pattison looked familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought, he looked like Chuck Bass played by Ed Westwick and then it just hit me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERT PATTISON IS CEDRIC DIGGORY IN HARRY POTTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;zeke, watch twilight with me when you come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-2975046306732214541?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2975046306732214541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2975046306732214541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-weakness-for-vampires.html' title='i have a weakness for vampires'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-3366914466335379996</id><published>2008-12-12T01:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:04:17.061+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>accents..</title><content type='html'>British accents are damn sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3366914466335379996?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3366914466335379996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3366914466335379996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/accents.html' title='accents..'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-547321637722912364</id><published>2008-12-11T19:18:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:48:42.810+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>broken men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think i have a thing for broken men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the gossip girl series for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoiler allert for season 2 episode 13!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                                ..&lt;br /&gt;                              ..O..&lt;br /&gt;                            ......o....&lt;br /&gt;                         ...O............&lt;br /&gt;                      ......o.......O........&lt;br /&gt;                  ..O...........o........O......&lt;br /&gt;               .......o.......O........o..............&lt;br /&gt;                               .....&lt;br /&gt;                               ..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i never found Chuck appealing until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;episode&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUDOzZLLptI/AAAAAAAAJkk/hdsUUJ0vmIc/s1600-h/ed+westwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUDOzZLLptI/AAAAAAAAJkk/hdsUUJ0vmIc/s400/ed+westwick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278446145604658898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when he lost his father and Blair had to be all caring and loving and try to 'save' him and he was so sexy and sad and broken and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need(ed) a guy who i can save and who can save me to have a successful start to a relationship (i think this ties in with the boy needing me as much as i need him bit in the last tag i did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-547321637722912364?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/547321637722912364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/547321637722912364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-men.html' title='broken men'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SUDOzZLLptI/AAAAAAAAJkk/hdsUUJ0vmIc/s72-c/ed+westwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-8527889239707133505</id><published>2008-12-11T19:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:17:35.400+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>shoes shoes shoes</title><content type='html'>i fell in love with another pair of heels.. $170..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..the $70 heels sound damn good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow before work- hit the factory outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-8527889239707133505?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8527889239707133505'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm moving out. i'm not going to make the same mistake you did; i will say goodbye..to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sometimes i wish things turned out differently..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thank you for making an effort to be better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave him, he's no good for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put on some damn weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop worrying about other people and concentrate on what YOU want for once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let me give you everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you werent good enough for him, i wish your life's miserable now that he's with me (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're an asshole and i hope you get arrested for it one day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i cant believe you were having sex at 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;9 things about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i hardly ever buy things on impulse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i seem to never be able to save money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think i lie to myself more than i let myself believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm a big talker and a big fat chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want an anchor piercing next to my tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want MORE tattoos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i stayed a virgin till after 18 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i dont really understand why people find this hard to believe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've found &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have to sleep with a blanket even if its freaking hot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;8 ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;need me as much as i need you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;call my bluff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;see me at my lowest and not run away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;help me overcome my insecurities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bring me out on a nice first date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;romanticize me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a gentlemen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;7 things that cross your mind a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;how do i tell him that i'm moving out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;where else can i find work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how can i save more money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should i buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;shoes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i wonder what is he up to now..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did i turn off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name random appliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should i buy that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;6 things I do before I fall asleep:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use the net&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;move everything off my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;turn off the net&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to remember if there are clean clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;5 people who mean a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;isaac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zaneta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loved ones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(no, i wont specify who they are.. there are too many people who mean alot to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the Hans &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;4 things I'm wearing right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a robe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tragus ring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;3 songs that you listen to often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;'hot n cold' katy pery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'poker face' lady gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'so what' pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;2 things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;get married&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;1 confession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;i have had girl crushes before but was always too scared to take it a step further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-8146362718822306474?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8146362718822306474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8146362718822306474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-things-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 things i hate about 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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-3648819782518078504</id><published>2008-12-10T16:14:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:36:02.741+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>if i were your vampire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so after thinking about it and having some people tell me that the book is pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to buy myself a copy of 'twilight' yesterday before work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlS2KCbI/AAAAAAAAG_o/yk6Cn77QvGE/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlS2KCbI/AAAAAAAAG_o/yk6Cn77QvGE/s400/twilight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026989457508786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's my verdict, its a sweet and a pretty good book, i love how it starts out in the begining but towards the climax (it was a climax) but it could have given a tad more oomph(!). the book did leave me wanting to know more and what happened (or is it mostly because i'm just curious?). either way, i'm going to be reading the next few installments :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how she (stephenie meyer) changed why vampires cant go out in direct sunlight and stepped out of the vampire square. i loved how wonderfully simple and complex she made their (edward and bellas) relationship seem. it reminded me of first loves and all that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my interest in the next few books..(this is the part where the christmas wish list comes in..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlFeZSmI/AAAAAAAAG_g/IpL98jmBZhY/s1600-h/new-moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RlFeZSmI/AAAAAAAAG_g/IpL98jmBZhY/s400/new-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026985868184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RkyzQowI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/-SLOHhHnDc8/s1600-h/3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9RkyzQowI/AAAAAAAAG_Y/-SLOHhHnDc8/s400/3-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026980855423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9Rk42k5LI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/7X2On-DnfdU/s1600-h/breakingdawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/ST9Rk42k5LI/AAAAAAAAG_Q/7X2On-DnfdU/s400/breakingdawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026982479946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3648819782518078504?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-3089718157688259471</id><published>2008-12-08T19:39:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:02:02.714+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>you melt my heart..</title><content type='html'>the mms that i sent to zeke that he didnt get :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfzNVjajI/AAAAAAAAG_I/wVXPxAlHOUM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfzNVjajI/AAAAAAAAG_I/wVXPxAlHOUM/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338934217763378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rearrangement our cupboard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfy3bVd7I/AAAAAAAAG-4/LAMjHFVQogw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfy3bVd7I/AAAAAAAAG-4/LAMjHFVQogw/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338928336435122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfy00x2zI/AAAAAAAAG-w/NgWKN3PMvgY/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfy00x2zI/AAAAAAAAG-w/NgWKN3PMvgY/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338927637846834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PONTIANAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfyoSAwxI/AAAAAAAAG-o/QKwSS0K-ChM/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfyoSAwxI/AAAAAAAAG-o/QKwSS0K-ChM/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277338924270797586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch this with bryan today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzd7GHEONI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/kDmEYnDqbmY/s1600-h/FOUR-CHRISTMASES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzd7GHEONI/AAAAAAAAG-Y/kDmEYnDqbmY/s400/FOUR-CHRISTMASES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277336870693648594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoddd, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isowanttowatchthismovieeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzd7ZSvFeI/AAAAAAAAG-g/X2-IqDk8H3c/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzd7ZSvFeI/AAAAAAAAG-g/X2-IqDk8H3c/s400/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277336875842868706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ Lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2374400200862084864-3089718157688259471?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3089718157688259471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3089718157688259471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-melt-my-heart.html' title='you melt 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STzfzNVjajI/AAAAAAAAG_I/wVXPxAlHOUM/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-8475045900257193353</id><published>2008-12-08T01:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:37:51.166+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>rantie</title><content type='html'>ever since gossip girl came out.. i dont think i should use my 'xoxo, you know you love me' thing anymore.. ugh.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-8475045900257193353?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8475045900257193353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8475045900257193353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/rantie.html' title='rantie'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4919439085066585759</id><published>2008-12-08T01:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:35:46.645+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>to stay committed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; a friend of mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kai&lt;/span&gt; asked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how (do i) manage to stay committed" &lt;/span&gt;and i realized that people in their 20s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; tend to have a bit of an issue about committing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but of course, not generalizing here&lt;/span&gt;) and finding the right one and sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one &lt;/span&gt;that they found is more interested in raking up notches and bedding all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and are not interested at all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. right.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come on! when i was in school i just wanted to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nows&lt;/span&gt; and if he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;right, the 'now' part would just drop off (yes, i realize this is from some book but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; remember) and i was dating like some desperado (okay okay, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; really thinking about the 'now' part dropping off at all). any slob (some of them nice, some of them were just.. slobs) that returned or showed interest, i dated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i was that pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, moving away from the non-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kai&lt;/span&gt;, not the exes) made me realize, once again, how damn lucky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isaac&lt;/span&gt; and i are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zeke&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lucky to have you..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i'm sorry i'm such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i have a huge issue about being selfish and not selfish- selfish that i want isaac to spend time with me online when he's overseas, not selfish by saying that he should spend time with the singaporean friends - how often does he go back anyway, i 'can deal with being apart' and not having 'our' time - and then just being stupid after because he listened to my 'unselfish' side when all i really am IS selfish. aiyayay.. girls are complicated and i really dont think that we understand ourselves most of the time.. well, at least i dont.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4919439085066585759?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4919439085066585759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4919439085066585759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-stay-committed.html' title='to stay committed'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7177686658479578570</id><published>2008-12-07T23:15:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:54:48.555+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing the nasty'/><title type='text'>knee bruising</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;what do you think about oral sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STu_ykepxkI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/kionvsGy4ns/s1600-h/oral_sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STu_ykepxkI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/kionvsGy4ns/s400/oral_sex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277022263901275714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7177686658479578570?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7177686658479578570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7177686658479578570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-knew-being-on-your-knees-was-so.html' title='knee bruising'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STu_ykepxkI/AAAAAAAAG-Q/kionvsGy4ns/s72-c/oral_sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-6028271516139840303</id><published>2008-12-07T20:02:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:47:12.693+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wish'/><title type='text'>christmas wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAC cosmetics - lustreglass 'love nectar'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuXVjZqk4I/AAAAAAAAG-A/_RyZj6vvXMk/s1600-h/lustreglass,+love+nectar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuXVjZqk4I/AAAAAAAAG-A/_RyZj6vvXMk/s400/lustreglass,+love+nectar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276977784930603906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or tinted lipglass -'underage'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuYAYyfFhI/AAAAAAAAG-I/kenIeDfidOo/s1600-h/underage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuYAYyfFhI/AAAAAAAAG-I/kenIeDfidOo/s400/underage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276978520816293394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;any of the 'chicago stars books' by susan elizabeth phillip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exception of 'match me if you can' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;any of the post secret books :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuRxEZE-6I/AAAAAAAAG9o/SN1bMeUxzHY/s1600-h/post+secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuRxEZE-6I/AAAAAAAAG9o/SN1bMeUxzHY/s400/post+secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276971660573211554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sony cybershot Tseries &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuT199WKUI/AAAAAAAAG94/w6_msg4Yrmk/s1600-h/Sony-cybershot-dsc-t9-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuT199WKUI/AAAAAAAAG94/w6_msg4Yrmk/s400/Sony-cybershot-dsc-t9-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276973943768885570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or nikon coolpix &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuSqGvv98I/AAAAAAAAG9w/g3LKV9dAmnQ/s1600-h/37640Nikon_COOLPIX_S51c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuSqGvv98I/AAAAAAAAG9w/g3LKV9dAmnQ/s400/37640Nikon_COOLPIX_S51c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276972640457717698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-6028271516139840303?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6028271516139840303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6028271516139840303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='christmas wish list'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STuXVjZqk4I/AAAAAAAAG-A/_RyZj6vvXMk/s72-c/lustreglass,+love+nectar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7227956924096567138</id><published>2008-12-07T13:50:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:37:04.672+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>roller coaster ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the past week has been a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roller coaster of emotions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being away from isaac is damn bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;  to say the least and we got into numerous fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i could have been a little more enduring and such but when something like this happened a couple of times, its time to see and make him wear a little emotional blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take &lt;/span&gt;exhibit A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i got up at 9am (aussie time) and had a long full day visiting Max and then work and i get home at about 10.30pm (aus). the agreement with zeke was that we met online after work but he was out with friends so i told him to keep hanging out with them (i mean, how often is he back?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;even though he told me to go to bed if i was tired, i was determined to stay up so that we could have some alone time.. instead, i waited up till 2am (aus) until he got back and then he comes back with a whole bunch of friends. i admit, at this time, i was already starting to be a little annoyed- hang out all day, cant i just get some alone time with him!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;anyway, i didnt say anything and i thought, hey you know, eventually he'd get back to me but no, i waited for 20mins-half an hour for A reply of "i love you" or a kiss emoticon. and that just drove me mad. i mean, wouldnt you? and imagine how mad i felt at about -godknowswhattime-am my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. yesterday we had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;showdown&lt;/span&gt;, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelling and shouting at each other on the phone and we just somehow couldnt really meet in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally did but then he had to leave for ROME last night-family holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point, the point is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great flight and trip, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7227956924096567138?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7227956924096567138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7227956924096567138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='roller coaster ride'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7131540149375000410</id><published>2008-12-05T01:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:38:12.241+11:00</updated><title type='text'>i know.</title><content type='html'>but sometimes its not enough.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7131540149375000410?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7131540149375000410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7131540149375000410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know.html' title='i know.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5517241663210663485</id><published>2008-12-05T00:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:00:49.893+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>the pink heart</title><content type='html'>last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;christmas i wished for this necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was &lt;/span&gt;supposed to get it this year from isaac but he wasnt discrete enough and i figured it out mid exams :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STfh-GCWT0I/AAAAAAAAG9g/GuuT3VzD87Q/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STfh-GCWT0I/AAAAAAAAG9g/GuuT3VzD87Q/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275933945376427842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STfh985ePcI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/p_KRhXv0hcs/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STfh985ePcI/AAAAAAAAG9Y/p_KRhXv0hcs/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275933942923279810" 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5517241663210663485?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5517241663210663485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5517241663210663485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/pink-heart.html' title='the pink 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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STfh-GCWT0I/AAAAAAAAG9g/GuuT3VzD87Q/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-5043729514776495020</id><published>2008-12-04T23:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:32:06.435+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interesting bits'/><title type='text'>hormones</title><content type='html'>did you know that oxytoxins that gives you cramps actually also make you feel more in love?&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5043729514776495020?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5043729514776495020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5043729514776495020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/hormones.html' title='hormones'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5281820162470381919</id><published>2008-12-04T19:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:56:37.754+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><title type='text'>Westfield</title><content type='html'>so yin and i went to Westfield today (Doncaster, you noobs!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZVFerlDI/AAAAAAAAG9Q/lWRuJeedzLE/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZVFerlDI/AAAAAAAAG9Q/lWRuJeedzLE/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275854076014990386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i fell in love with how they furnished the new extension of the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIWwfzVI/AAAAAAAAG9I/uuvejSLbHxg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIWwfzVI/AAAAAAAAG9I/uuvejSLbHxg/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275853857314819410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beautiful! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not the couple sharing spit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZITT-DUI/AAAAAAAAG9A/kNmxcBoCQ60/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZITT-DUI/AAAAAAAAG9A/kNmxcBoCQ60/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275853856389860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;although i did spend most of the shopping day like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIBZNaeI/AAAAAAAAG84/rRSfc3xK4YQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIBZNaeI/AAAAAAAAG84/rRSfc3xK4YQ/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275853851580000738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i did fall in love with a pair of heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIL9yWqI/AAAAAAAAG8w/fRPGkyd3nI0/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZIL9yWqI/AAAAAAAAG8w/fRPGkyd3nI0/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275853854417771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it just look gorgeous?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZH_0XomI/AAAAAAAAG8o/Xj6CRh-NNGs/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZH_0XomI/AAAAAAAAG8o/Xj6CRh-NNGs/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275853851157045858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i didnt buy it- maybe i would tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohmygod! &lt;/span&gt;i lost my wallet! but thank god the honest people at the chocolate cafe there were honest and i got all my money and cards back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ultra worried because there were a bunch of school kids behind our table and i was so scared that they had taken it and left!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh oh! &lt;/span&gt;i bought this nail thing that makes my nails look really really nice like they've been polished when they havent really been because their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'natural oils have been brought out' &lt;/span&gt;or something like that but i love how it makes my nails look! and i love the hand cream that comes with it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i got the thing at student price! &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;50 effing percent off!~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your day?&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5281820162470381919?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5281820162470381919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5281820162470381919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/westfield.html' title='Westfield'/><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STeZVFerlDI/AAAAAAAAG9Q/lWRuJeedzLE/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7198255729231189709</id><published>2008-12-03T20:42:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:24:32.251+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><title type='text'>birthday dinner</title><content type='html'>so i had to show someone the house today and then went for a bit of shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got confused between the type of shoe i want again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then now, i think i'm going to go for the one on the right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX22W0fNI/AAAAAAAAG8g/wLpuZjPKthw/s1600-h/Image000_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX22W0fNI/AAAAAAAAG8g/wLpuZjPKthw/s400/Image000_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275500613326896338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we celebrated my sister's birthday at some restaurant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere i dont remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2jgMUMI/AAAAAAAAG8Y/hEZ4ddm6C0Q/s1600-h/Image009_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2jgMUMI/AAAAAAAAG8Y/hEZ4ddm6C0Q/s400/Image009_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275500608265932994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2V8C3XI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/1Myf6MzE9h8/s1600-h/Image001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2V8C3XI/AAAAAAAAG8Q/1Myf6MzE9h8/s400/Image001_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275500604624657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2Gj4zaI/AAAAAAAAG8I/tAcJDzUAa3A/s1600-h/Image002_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX2Gj4zaI/AAAAAAAAG8I/tAcJDzUAa3A/s400/Image002_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275500600496803234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX1ispqnI/AAAAAAAAG8A/YmrvL2WQSYA/s1600-h/Image003_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX1ispqnI/AAAAAAAAG8A/YmrvL2WQSYA/s400/Image003_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275500590869883506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWwQIiv8I/AAAAAAAAG7Y/gpFxNzbSEsY/s1600-h/Image004_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWwQIiv8I/AAAAAAAAG7Y/gpFxNzbSEsY/s400/Image004_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275499400475623362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWwkdGZ-I/AAAAAAAAG7g/G2QOVJEsXwg/s1600-h/Image005_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWwkdGZ-I/AAAAAAAAG7g/G2QOVJEsXwg/s400/Image005_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275499405930555362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWw6vmBxI/AAAAAAAAG7o/GHQ5XthmhKk/s1600-h/Image007_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWw6vmBxI/AAAAAAAAG7o/GHQ5XthmhKk/s400/Image007_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275499411913705234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWxFF8EPI/AAAAAAAAG7w/jv0paCG2sVQ/s1600-h/Image008_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWxFF8EPI/AAAAAAAAG7w/jv0paCG2sVQ/s400/Image008_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275499414691778802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWxUo7PuI/AAAAAAAAG74/C07kasBPwFY/s1600-h/Image010_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZWxUo7PuI/AAAAAAAAG74/C07kasBPwFY/s400/Image010_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275499418865057506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah. that summarizes it.&lt;br /&gt;&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7198255729231189709?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7198255729231189709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7198255729231189709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-dinner.html' title='birthday dinner'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STZX22W0fNI/AAAAAAAAG8g/wLpuZjPKthw/s72-c/Image000_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7155521023197729487</id><published>2008-12-03T00:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:13:17.938+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>i dont care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its after twelve in melbourne so i can wish you if i want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday jessbabe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.. YOU CRAZY BIKINIBIATCH- you owe me a lap dance ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;bwahahaha - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;woman! i miss you la! when i get back we better meet up more than just once ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;have a great one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;gila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7155521023197729487?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7155521023197729487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7155521023197729487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-care.html' title='i dont care'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-7428731180830624880</id><published>2008-12-02T23:46:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:21:16.777+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarantine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='max'/><title type='text'>slipping into oblivion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday roxy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little sister's growing up! she's got boobies now! (okay, embarassing.. umm) but seriously, she's- you are- an amazing little sister and although i dont show it often, i do appreciate you (at least until you hog the bathroom and i dont get to shower after work.. eee!) i love you yin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&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;anyway, i spent the day out with my mother today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( we dont have any nice pictures :( ) &lt;/span&gt;and we headed out to zeke's place to pick up his ps3 controllers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he brought back his ps3 without the controllers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genious!&lt;/span&gt;) and then headed out for lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laksa king&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;rasa malaya &lt;/span&gt;food is better&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;god granted its further away from the city but desperate malaysians &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;travel the distance if they're desperate enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i camwhored while my mother stared at me and while we waited for the food, discussed ex boyfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvCL3uwbI/AAAAAAAAG7I/nM0TU92lYOg/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvCL3uwbI/AAAAAAAAG7I/nM0TU92lYOg/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275174253127188914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we went over to visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;max jumped on me and i fell flat on my arse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvB4nEqdI/AAAAAAAAG64/KlmB39MAERA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvB4nEqdI/AAAAAAAAG64/KlmB39MAERA/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275174247957047762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my boy's so big now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvBgQSm0I/AAAAAAAAG6w/MeTnifmZ5g0/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvBgQSm0I/AAAAAAAAG6w/MeTnifmZ5g0/s400/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275174241419041602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but he still has a baby face &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurpkl04I/AAAAAAAAG6o/Q-pGrIZKpW4/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurpkl04I/AAAAAAAAG6o/Q-pGrIZKpW4/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275173865962984322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart broke a little when we had to put him back into his little cage - he kept trying to show us his sleeping area by going into it and coming out and looking at us and going in again- i think he wanted us to follow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurdFhG3I/AAAAAAAAG6g/oJOAZVm759w/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurdFhG3I/AAAAAAAAG6g/oJOAZVm759w/s400/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275173862611426162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then after mum had to head over to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the warehouse &lt;/span&gt;and we stopped at a kids store ware house for a bit where i bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurepJMcI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/G-HWcR8FC_0/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurepJMcI/AAAAAAAAG6Y/G-HWcR8FC_0/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275173863029289410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mum dropped me off at melbourne central after so that i could get the train to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i headed right to the pet store to look at the pets - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunnies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurBXUcJI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/CqyI95QcH-8/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurBXUcJI/AAAAAAAAG6Q/CqyI95QcH-8/s400/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275173855169900690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this little guy reminds me of buffy!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurHmfYKI/AAAAAAAAG6I/fHoiDxGuruE/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUurHmfYKI/AAAAAAAAG6I/fHoiDxGuruE/s400/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275173856844144802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then i headed to work and the day died 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7428731180830624880?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7428731180830624880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7428731180830624880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/slipping-into-oblivion.html' title='slipping into oblivion'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STUvCL3uwbI/AAAAAAAAG7I/nM0TU92lYOg/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-7320027770409877540</id><published>2008-12-02T22:46:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:46:54.793+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miracle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing'/><title type='text'>heart</title><content type='html'>Teen lives 4 months with no heart, leaves hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'Zhana Simmons says she felt like a "fake person" for 118 days when she had no heart beating in her chest. "But I know that I really was here," the 14-year-old said, "and I did live without a heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was being released Wednesday from a Miami hospital, the shy teen seemed in awe of what she's endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since July, she's had two heart transplants and survived with artificial heart pumps — but no heart — for four months between the transplants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring D'Zhana and her parents learned she had an enlarged heart that was too weak to sufficiently pump blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They traveled from their home in Clinton, S.C. to Holtz Children's Hospital in Miami for a heart transplant.&lt;br /&gt;But her new heart didn't work properly and could have ruptured so surgeons removed it two days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did something unusual, especially for a young patient: They replaced the heart with a pair of artificial pumping devices that kept blood flowing through her body until she could have a second transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Peter Wearden, a cardiothoracic surgeon at Children's Hospital of Pittsburgh who works with the kind of pumps used in this case, said what the Miami medical team managed to do "is a big deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For (more than) 100 days, there was no heart in this girl's body? That is pretty amazing," Wearden said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumps, ventricular assist devices, are typically used with a heart still in place to help the chambers circulate blood. With D'Zhana's heart removed, doctors at Holtz Children's Hospital crafted substitute heart chambers using a fabric and connected these to the two pumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although artificial hearts have been approved for adults, none has been federally approved for use in children. In general, there are fewer options for pediatric patients. That's because it's rarer for them to have these life-threatening conditions, so companies don't invest as much into technology that could help them, said Dr. Marco Ricci, director of pediatric cardiac surgery at the University of Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this case demonstrates that doctors now have one more option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the past, this situation could have been lethal," Ricci said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it nearly was. During the almost four months between her two transplants, D'Zhana wasn't able to breathe on her own half the time. She also had kidney and liver failure and gastrointestinal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a short stroll — when she felt up for it — required the help of four people, at least one of whom would steer the photocopier-sized machine that was the external part of the pumping devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When D'Zhana was stable enough for another operation, doctors did the second transplant on Oct. 29.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I truly believe it's a miracle," said her mother, Twolla Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;D'Zhana said now she's grateful for small things: She'll see her five siblings soon, and she can spend time outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad I can walk without the machine," she said, her turquoise princess top covering most of the scars on her chest. After thanking the surgeons for helping her, D'Zhana began weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors say she'll be able to do most things that teens do, like attending school and going out with friends. She will be on lifelong medication to keep her body from rejecting the donated heart, and there's a 50-50 chance she'll need another transplant before she turns 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, D'Zhana is looking forward to celebrating another milestone. On Saturday, she turns 15 and plans to spend the day riding in a boat off Miami's coast. &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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7320027770409877540?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7320027770409877540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7320027770409877540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/heart.html' title='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-2374400200862084864.post-2850815190529474234</id><published>2008-12-01T23:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:46:36.923+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>no life.</title><content type='html'>this will be my 622 post on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not counting the two that i put up on lynndulge to direct them here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other 71 on my private blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 1093 on nobodyzsweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the i dont know how many on wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a bath tub. i'll just lie in the bath tub in hot water till the water turns cold. i miss just lying in 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-2850815190529474234?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2850815190529474234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2850815190529474234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-life.html' title='no life.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4432286706349591220</id><published>2008-12-01T23:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:07:30.056+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>fight club</title><content type='html'>great show.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STPTMR9VbeI/AAAAAAAAG6A/Gptq2lgTnXI/s1600-h/fight_club_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STPTMR9VbeI/AAAAAAAAG6A/Gptq2lgTnXI/s400/fight_club_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274791796513533410" 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4432286706349591220?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4432286706349591220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4432286706349591220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/fight-club.html' title='fight club'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STPTMR9VbeI/AAAAAAAAG6A/Gptq2lgTnXI/s72-c/fight_club_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-44124662001075646</id><published>2008-12-01T21:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:04:14.294+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we have less and less things to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if its a good thing or a bad thing that we lead such separate lives right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, why shouldnt i worry about us drifting apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're starting to appreciate each other less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-44124662001075646?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/44124662001075646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/44124662001075646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='nothing.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5044719204233257341</id><published>2008-12-01T18:57:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:18:59.604+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making noodles'/><title type='text'>making noodles out of scratch :)</title><content type='html'>so, from the post before i mentioned i was gonna go make some noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOcU5cx06I/AAAAAAAAG54/Po8HdtyJ-Vs/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOcU5cx06I/AAAAAAAAG54/Po8HdtyJ-Vs/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274731471413826466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4oGPb_I/AAAAAAAAG5w/F_KytYpi7Xg/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4oGPb_I/AAAAAAAAG5w/F_KytYpi7Xg/s400/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730985719558130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4OJ58yI/AAAAAAAAG5o/_Ss5LUngmq8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4OJ58yI/AAAAAAAAG5o/_Ss5LUngmq8/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730978755605282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4JTgedI/AAAAAAAAG5g/CAmIcr0xSIA/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb4JTgedI/AAAAAAAAG5g/CAmIcr0xSIA/s400/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730977453701586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb333dhwI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/JkdQJulU7_4/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb333dhwI/AAAAAAAAG5Y/JkdQJulU7_4/s400/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730972772665090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had to start out with this sad little thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb3mN0ijI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/MyCI6GqPgwY/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOb3mN0ijI/AAAAAAAAG5Q/MyCI6GqPgwY/s400/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730968034609714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i eventually managed to get to this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObkc_tsFI/AAAAAAAAG5I/73bqOT8Rl0I/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObkc_tsFI/AAAAAAAAG5I/73bqOT8Rl0I/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730639142006866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObkH29MYI/AAAAAAAAG5A/jyI_vmGVOs8/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObkH29MYI/AAAAAAAAG5A/jyI_vmGVOs8/s400/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730633468129666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObj9zEbiI/AAAAAAAAG44/WOewrDDXT0g/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObj9zEbiI/AAAAAAAAG44/WOewrDDXT0g/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730630767472162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObjveC-UI/AAAAAAAAG4w/mr6sRsVT9c0/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObjveC-UI/AAAAAAAAG4w/mr6sRsVT9c0/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730626921199938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObjbmU-sI/AAAAAAAAG4o/CMWzvYbD5F8/s1600-h/Image013_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObjbmU-sI/AAAAAAAAG4o/CMWzvYbD5F8/s400/Image013_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730621587225282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObKelhWeI/AAAAAAAAG4g/k1JkBVWrXho/s1600-h/Image014_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObKelhWeI/AAAAAAAAG4g/k1JkBVWrXho/s400/Image014_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730192892418530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObKJzNSgI/AAAAAAAAG4Y/m7VmzJo6HRk/s1600-h/Image016_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObKJzNSgI/AAAAAAAAG4Y/m7VmzJo6HRk/s400/Image016_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730187312679426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObJgCcoRI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Kb1JtzPk85U/s1600-h/Image017_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObJgCcoRI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/Kb1JtzPk85U/s400/Image017_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730176102310162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and finally this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObJK_k5wI/AAAAAAAAG4I/bXHcrcAPaE4/s1600-h/Image018_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObJK_k5wI/AAAAAAAAG4I/bXHcrcAPaE4/s400/Image018_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730170453124866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObItun5DI/AAAAAAAAG4A/0BAO8PO1iE0/s1600-h/Image021_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STObItun5DI/AAAAAAAAG4A/0BAO8PO1iE0/s400/Image021_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274730162597389362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i now know how to make my own noodles and isaac wants me to cook for him now :S me scared!&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5044719204233257341?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5044719204233257341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5044719204233257341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-noodles-out-of-scratch.html' title='making noodles out of scratch :)'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STOcU5cx06I/AAAAAAAAG54/Po8HdtyJ-Vs/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-1288565732172484682</id><published>2008-12-01T17:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:36:04.035+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>the mix matchy day</title><content type='html'>so i've been a boring person today &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, i did the laundry, i cleared my room, i hung up the clothes outside to dry, vacuumed my room, played with the bunnies, collected half the clothes that are dry, folded them, vacuumed the house and spent alot of time online and am waiting for my clothes to dry outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring day. i should have gone out to get my hair cut but i couldnt be bothered. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: i get to go play with max &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(my german shepard who's in quarantine) &lt;/span&gt;and clear up zeke and my room and go to work so no online time tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had something better to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. i'm supposed to study for my driving test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh oh, i'm gonna go help make noodles out of flour :p&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-1288565732172484682?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1288565732172484682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1288565732172484682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/mix-matchy-day.html' title='the mix matchy day'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-8367512626067452923</id><published>2008-12-01T00:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:12:13.167+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>it bothers me.</title><content type='html'>xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-8367512626067452923?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8367512626067452923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8367512626067452923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-bothers-me.html' title='it bothers 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-2374400200862084864.post-5680998353706963377</id><published>2008-11-30T22:02:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:12:51.080+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yin/roxanne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myer christmas displays'/><title type='text'>i'm afraid to press anything else</title><content type='html'>after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'getting' &lt;/span&gt;shan's present, zeke and i went over to take a look at the display at myer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how every year they have different decorations at myer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year was all about santa really works - 'he' does have to go to school and such (which i thought was an adorable [and plausible] idea - come on! santa doesnt live forever and how would he be able to get presents to everyone in the world without some help? -lets just ignore the fact that rudolf doesnt even exist )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ2JZuKp-I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/b5xb8J78rdk/s1600-h/Image859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ2JZuKp-I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/b5xb8J78rdk/s400/Image859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274408017499695074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ5c2XTK-I/AAAAAAAAG2I/cn3UfILzCRw/s1600-h/Image876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ5c2XTK-I/AAAAAAAAG2I/cn3UfILzCRw/s400/Image876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274411650140810210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3th5ei5I/AAAAAAAAG2A/GdFwfQEyCLY/s1600-h/Image877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3th5ei5I/AAAAAAAAG2A/GdFwfQEyCLY/s400/Image877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409737681537938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3tGm1g8I/AAAAAAAAG14/dDGk82NWleI/s1600-h/Image878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3tGm1g8I/AAAAAAAAG14/dDGk82NWleI/s400/Image878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409730355594178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3szvVEaI/AAAAAAAAG1w/-7SUnT07YAg/s1600-h/Image879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3szvVEaI/AAAAAAAAG1w/-7SUnT07YAg/s400/Image879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409725290942882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3sXnC2VI/AAAAAAAAG1o/GVCHbIbQId4/s1600-h/Image880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3sXnC2VI/AAAAAAAAG1o/GVCHbIbQId4/s400/Image880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409717740001618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3sI8jyQI/AAAAAAAAG1g/mWNhSVHOEBg/s1600-h/Image881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ3sI8jyQI/AAAAAAAAG1g/mWNhSVHOEBg/s400/Image881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274409713803708674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today yin and i went out for a little bit of shopping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting at melbourne central, stopping at a quaint little sushi place for lunch and then heading over to the basement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to supre and i bought NOTHING even though i partially fell in love with this maxi dress.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzW3SlEbI/AAAAAAAAG0w/HNBFQFn9_dw/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzW3SlEbI/AAAAAAAAG0w/HNBFQFn9_dw/s400/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404950240465330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzWkIaEDI/AAAAAAAAG0o/ZojX9s4Y0NU/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzWkIaEDI/AAAAAAAAG0o/ZojX9s4Y0NU/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404945097527346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but it didnt look flattering (maybe because its a size too big and i've put on weight =.=" )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also tried on this top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzWSSCfGI/AAAAAAAAG0g/37GMws74tjg/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzWSSCfGI/AAAAAAAAG0g/37GMws74tjg/s400/Image028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404940306087010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but why state the obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to ze ligerie shop to buy lingerie and this is the pile of stuff i tried on (or tried to try on with my limited time frame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzV_0wRUI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/Ll5P30zg_lw/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzV_0wRUI/AAAAAAAAG0Y/Ll5P30zg_lw/s400/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404935351420226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i left the shop with 3 vavavoom bras :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we headed to cotton on to try the gladiator sandals and i couldnt decide which one to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont judge me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i forgot to paint the other leg because i got distracted and then forgot and you should get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzVxSkdlI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/wykPo6cReOc/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzVxSkdlI/AAAAAAAAG0Q/wykPo6cReOc/s400/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404931449943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;didnt end up getting either because i really couldnt decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random pictures from ages ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeke when we were at hanhdorf (chocolate shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzAm2oIwI/AAAAAAAAG0I/R9fh2JIc23k/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzAm2oIwI/AAAAAAAAG0I/R9fh2JIc23k/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404567871136514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hot chocolate at choclatte (camberwell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzARMdJWI/AAAAAAAAG0A/kHI7r1yefDE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzARMdJWI/AAAAAAAAG0A/kHI7r1yefDE/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404562057110882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so pretty &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzALcvp8I/AAAAAAAAGz4/B9ag6EMQUgc/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJzALcvp8I/AAAAAAAAGz4/B9ag6EMQUgc/s400/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404560514820034" border="0" /&gt;my red headed devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJy_4tp4dI/AAAAAAAAGzw/nB_RaSoMGVw/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJy_4tp4dI/AAAAAAAAGzw/nB_RaSoMGVw/s400/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404555485471186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my blue haired sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJy_6QjLTI/AAAAAAAAGzo/EP3Ek_tpBJM/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJy_6QjLTI/AAAAAAAAGzo/EP3Ek_tpBJM/s400/Image020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274404555900267826" 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5680998353706963377?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5680998353706963377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5680998353706963377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-afraid-to-press-anything-else.html' title='i&apos;m afraid to press anything else'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STJ2JZuKp-I/AAAAAAAAG1Y/b5xb8J78rdk/s72-c/Image859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-5644704427080964017</id><published>2008-11-30T21:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:32:32.045+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body angst'/><title type='text'>two rings.</title><content type='html'>i've put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-eat a little less&lt;br /&gt;-exercise a little more&lt;br /&gt;-walk more tram/train less&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5644704427080964017?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5644704427080964017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5644704427080964017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-rings.html' title='two rings.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-843850500673914738</id><published>2008-11-30T01:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:54:51.923+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esposito'/><title type='text'>the last</title><content type='html'>for our last &lt;strike&gt;supper&lt;/strike&gt; dinner we ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esposito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my entree: lightly cooked scallops  + raviolli (but i dont think they called 'it' that) + pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQoHyj4dI/AAAAAAAAGyw/n4Y2GTMkDhM/s1600-h/Image882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQoHyj4dI/AAAAAAAAGyw/n4Y2GTMkDhM/s400/Image882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085288843665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his entree: quail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQn2P3REI/AAAAAAAAGyo/j2bWPfC0b70/s1600-h/Image883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQn2P3REI/AAAAAAAAGyo/j2bWPfC0b70/s400/Image883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085284134732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his main: some kind of fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQnmwdjfI/AAAAAAAAGyg/_PlEDwvvLtg/s1600-h/Image884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQnmwdjfI/AAAAAAAAGyg/_PlEDwvvLtg/s400/Image884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085279976492530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my main: duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQnL1EC_I/AAAAAAAAGyY/zQ11IQxAu6w/s1600-h/Image886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQnL1EC_I/AAAAAAAAGyY/zQ11IQxAu6w/s400/Image886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085272748035058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQm_fGt1I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/lu9gUyCjtSA/s1600-h/Image890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQm_fGt1I/AAAAAAAAGyQ/lu9gUyCjtSA/s400/Image890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274085269434709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his dessert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR6O2O47I/AAAAAAAAGzY/MTRmBucY8kU/s1600-h/Image900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR6O2O47I/AAAAAAAAGzY/MTRmBucY8kU/s400/Image900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086699487388594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR51iP9CI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/NPBCcmQlsu0/s1600-h/Image898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR51iP9CI/AAAAAAAAGzQ/NPBCcmQlsu0/s400/Image898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086692692685858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my dessert: chocolate ice cream (very rich!) + cream + caramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR5hj2tWI/AAAAAAAAGzI/MEiBQWivPxM/s1600-h/Image899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR5hj2tWI/AAAAAAAAGzI/MEiBQWivPxM/s400/Image899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086687330710882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR5DedvmI/AAAAAAAAGzA/87RcxKvmwio/s1600-h/Image894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR5DedvmI/AAAAAAAAGzA/87RcxKvmwio/s400/Image894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086679255039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFSRZxYnJI/AAAAAAAAGzg/ZciGyu0iO_4/s1600-h/Image897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFSRZxYnJI/AAAAAAAAGzg/ZciGyu0iO_4/s400/Image897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274087097556835474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR483HWBI/AAAAAAAAGy4/ijenDyMYUYM/s1600-h/Image893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFR483HWBI/AAAAAAAAGy4/ijenDyMYUYM/s400/Image893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274086677479381010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our memories. &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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-843850500673914738?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/843850500673914738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/843850500673914738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/last.html' title='the last'/><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/STFQoHyj4dI/AAAAAAAAGyw/n4Y2GTMkDhM/s72-c/Image882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-9025261294679828328</id><published>2008-11-29T23:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:55:06.272+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>i died a little inside</title><content type='html'>so after having crying fits for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were no tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i've really come to terms that he's gone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of did at work today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was serving this table some food and suddenly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i started to wonder where i was gonna go after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for a split second i was going to go to zeke (our) 's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was "greeted" with an image of him sitting on the stairs right directly in front of the front door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realized that he was gone and i died a little more inside&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-9025261294679828328?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9025261294679828328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9025261294679828328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-died-little-inside.html' title='i died a little 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-2374400200862084864.post-7103674856256846426</id><published>2008-11-29T01:06:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:07:41.948+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>Oohh I would take the stars out of the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Stop the rain from falling if you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you, your wish is my command&lt;br /&gt;I could move a mountain when your hand is in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could not express how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;There must be some other way to make you see&lt;br /&gt;If it takes my heart and soul you know I'd pay the price&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I possess I'd gladly sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;To you I guess I'm just a clown&lt;br /&gt;Who picks you up each time you're down&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You give me just a taste of love&lt;br /&gt;To build my hopes upon&lt;br /&gt;You know you've got the power &lt;strike&gt;girl&lt;/strike&gt; boy&lt;br /&gt;To keep me holding on&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and take the rest of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you're close to me we seem so far apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe given time you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;If it takes forever girl then I'm prepared to wait&lt;br /&gt;The day you give your love to me won't be a day too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I can sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;To you I guess I'm just a clown&lt;br /&gt;Who picks you up each time you're down&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;You give me just a taste of love&lt;br /&gt;To build my hopes upon&lt;br /&gt;You know you've got the power &lt;strike&gt;girl&lt;/strike&gt; boy&lt;br /&gt;To keep me holding on&lt;br /&gt;So now you've got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and take the rest of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Oh you to me are everything&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, oh baby &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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-7103674856256846426?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7103674856256846426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/7103674856256846426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything.html' title='everything'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-1382370040946088073</id><published>2008-11-28T23:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:09:26.400+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>i dont want you to leave..</title><content type='html'>because it feels like my heart is breaking when i think about you walking through the gates alone..&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-1382370040946088073?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1382370040946088073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1382370040946088073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-want-you-to-leave.html' title='i dont want you to leave..'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-9164118668564893283</id><published>2008-11-28T23:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:09:33.210+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>ken~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_FYKT2JReE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_FYKT2JReE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bz75_Zra7Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bz75_Zra7Yk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-9164118668564893283?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9164118668564893283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9164118668564893283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/ken.html' title='ken~'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-2071628941038898255</id><published>2008-11-28T12:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:10:48.603+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black absinthe'/><title type='text'>so yesterday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS9IB8-p06I/AAAAAAAAGyI/ZRD12eK8bWQ/s1600-h/bacardi151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS9IB8-p06I/AAAAAAAAGyI/ZRD12eK8bWQ/s400/bacardi151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273512887060124578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO TODAY :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCKNuobI/AAAAAAAAGxg/yHdh8jvUBFU/s1600-h/Image848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCKNuobI/AAAAAAAAGxg/yHdh8jvUBFU/s400/Image848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310580473504178" 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-2071628941038898255?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2071628941038898255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/2071628941038898255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-yesterday.html' title='so yesterday:'/><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS9IB8-p06I/AAAAAAAAGyI/ZRD12eK8bWQ/s72-c/bacardi151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-615709886783597344</id><published>2008-11-27T23:10:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:10:23.911+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black absinthe'/><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT WE FOUND?!</title><content type='html'>you know how people talk about bicardi 151 like its the coolest alco around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe because its freaking 75% alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if its your 'best', its time you thought about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black absinthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QBmzRVNI/AAAAAAAAGxY/QiED9VGwilo/s1600-h/Image846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QBmzRVNI/AAAAAAAAGxY/QiED9VGwilo/s400/Image846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310570967291090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case you cant read.. black absinthe is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85% alcohol &lt;/span&gt;and will probably kill you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCKNuobI/AAAAAAAAGxg/yHdh8jvUBFU/s1600-h/Image848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCKNuobI/AAAAAAAAGxg/yHdh8jvUBFU/s400/Image848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310580473504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it might however, drive you insane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCQQkXKI/AAAAAAAAGxo/NT5lvx_ugXI/s1600-h/Image849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QCQQkXKI/AAAAAAAAGxo/NT5lvx_ugXI/s400/Image849.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310582096026786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and make you a little camwhorish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QC7Js2YI/AAAAAAAAGxw/lJ972ozKSzc/s1600-h/Image852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QC7Js2YI/AAAAAAAAGxw/lJ972ozKSzc/s400/Image852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310593609947522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the suspense is killing us- we wanna know how it tastes like!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QDNorWLI/AAAAAAAAGx4/xA6CBd8pmxw/s1600-h/Image853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QDNorWLI/AAAAAAAAGx4/xA6CBd8pmxw/s400/Image853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273310598571710642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interested in getting a bottle for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; i'll get one to you ;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously not for free :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6RWawoRtI/AAAAAAAAGyA/Rc4OKFCwKXU/s1600-h/Image855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6RWawoRtI/AAAAAAAAGyA/Rc4OKFCwKXU/s400/Image855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273312028023867090" 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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-615709886783597344?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/615709886783597344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/615709886783597344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-we-found.html' title='GUESS WHAT WE FOUND?!'/><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SS6QBmzRVNI/AAAAAAAAGxY/QiED9VGwilo/s72-c/Image846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-1576584648289890559</id><published>2008-11-25T00:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:10:06.616+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><title type='text'>too weird</title><content type='html'>sometimes i get really concerned about kids younger than i am believing in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like they're so sheltered and stuff and how can they say that they want forever with some guy and give that one guy everything.. their virginity.. their hearts.. how can they invest so much into a relationship just because the guy says forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then i realized.. i believe in forever too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who the hell am i to judge them?&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-1576584648289890559?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1576584648289890559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/1576584648289890559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-weird.html' title='too weird'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-5710378468686750823</id><published>2008-11-24T18:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:50:45.230+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marie digby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>stop me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NyrR7VfPpU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NyrR7VfPpU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm infected it's like a disease&lt;br /&gt;like poison, you touched me, my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;it's spreading so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking.. when we're this close?&lt;br /&gt;i count on the space that i keep&lt;br /&gt;guards up in towers they're watching, they're waiting&lt;br /&gt;don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;the walls that protect me, keep me inside&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;alone for the rest of the night ... without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i am waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to call me when you're not supposed to&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to send you signs&lt;br /&gt;the doors to me are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;so stop me, stop me, this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kiss me goodnight on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;each time it gets closer to my lips&lt;br /&gt;or am i imagining&lt;br /&gt;the parking lot's empty&lt;br /&gt;so kiss me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;alone for the rest of the night without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i am waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to call me when you're not supposed to&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to send you signs&lt;br /&gt;the doors to me are hard to find&lt;br /&gt;so stop me, stop me this time..&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-5710378468686750823?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5710378468686750823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/5710378468686750823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-me.html' title='stop 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-2374400200862084864.post-6138615557544443878</id><published>2008-11-23T22:27:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:08:31.484+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexpo'/><title type='text'>you dont drive me anywhere        but totally insane</title><content type='html'>guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeke and i went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXPO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats for today, yesterday zeke and i went to ikea and picked out a nice new table for his room and little odds and ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while he's studying for his last paper, i'm going to redecorate his room! such a good little project for me so that i wont keep him away from work *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to sexpo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what sexpo is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexpo is an Australian exhibition focusing on displaying all aspects of &lt;strike&gt;health,&lt;/strike&gt; sexuality and adult lifestyle for all Australians.It is only open to patrons over the age of 18 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pfft, i didnt even get checked for ID and there were people running around that looked younger than 18. zeke not included)&lt;/span&gt;, and is run by Club X. Sexpo is run in most major capital cities, including Perth, Sydney, Adelaide, Melbourne and Brisbane" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Wiki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(things in italics are my extra inputs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was kinda fun and there was a sex ride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no i didnt take pictures, sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say next year but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it might be the last year it would be held in melbourne &lt;/span&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were heaps of things going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly people selling sex toys and kinky clothes ranging from T shirts with funky phrases to bondage-SM gear and then there were lingerie fashion shows, strip poker, peep shows, a meet porn stars thing and also performances (naked acrobatics, pole dancing, erotic dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the ONE thing that irked me was the painting section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the painting section where a man, the only man in the world, paints portraits with his penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for big surface areas he uses his butt and for a bigger brush he uses his balls as well. ick!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ended up buying a couple of things and going on the ride and getting disgusted by the penile painter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! we went with Steven who played strip poker and had to strip down to his drawers. the two girls who were playing were butt naked 15 mins into the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they wore really daggy underwear. ick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all.. it was okay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to look at some Punani stuff go google it. its clothing attire and a friend, more of an associate of mine, models for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of their stuff are really cute- i just didnt end up buying any of their stuff :S&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-6138615557544443878?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6138615557544443878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6138615557544443878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-dont-drive-me-anywhere-but-totally.html' title='you dont drive me anywhere        but totally insane'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4112024933128121198</id><published>2008-11-19T22:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:08:49.694+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>hen da!</title><content type='html'>the other day i was walking in melbourne central and i heard "... ne ne.." from two women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i paid no attention but later zeke told me that they were saying "ta de ne ne hen da"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direct translation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her breasts are big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jebus.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4112024933128121198?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4112024933128121198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4112024933128121198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/hen-da.html' title='hen da!'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-8023766993659975054</id><published>2008-11-19T12:03:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:09:27.094+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>rip - hairless 6.</title><content type='html'>so, i think that cognitive psychology sucked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that we lost 6 grandchildren (honey gave birth and the babies all died)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pathology paper's today (so not ready)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mother's birthday's today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel all around stressed out to death and a half.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-8023766993659975054?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8023766993659975054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8023766993659975054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-hairless-6.html' title='rip - hairless 6.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-6452444350774770851</id><published>2008-11-16T00:47:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:10:03.217+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satsuki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><title type='text'>uhoh</title><content type='html'>the next week is going to pass in a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with three papers next week (tuesday:cognitive psychology, wednesday:pathology, friday:biochemistry) a shopping spree in between and work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on friday after work, i'm going to bring isaac out for a movie before going back to his place to snuggle (and then bug him to study the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's bound to fly with that sort of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at work, i got complimented a couple of times for organizing and running the night smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got heaps of tips too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(too bad we had to split it 4 ways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently i should be a real estate agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can smooth talk customers into buying all sorts of food (i guess it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; help that the food is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if i am doing the right choice with what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathology, psychology, biochemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will that take me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lab somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love talking to people, communicating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm good with people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of customers have said that and i think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, i had this little kid come in (they're regulars) and the little boy gave me a flower he picked up. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i completely melted)&lt;/span&gt; but then his younger sister wanted it so i gave the flower to his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can you say 'awwwwwhhh'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how adorable is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been thinking of buying myself a nice new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i need to do and they all require money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money money money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it really annoys me that i dont earn too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, you may say that things would get better after the exams but i've got a to do list for after the exams too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;renew my card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my australian passport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;work and earn money so that i can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;travel to perth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a new tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a new camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get laser eye surgery &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe next year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my drivers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mini cooper? buggy? something cute :p &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AS IF&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish up isaac's christmas present&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gather up the guts to tell my father that i want to move in with isaac next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;time is so short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more year and a bit then isaac has to pack up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if i will be able to pick up and follow him to the states..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i cant, i dont know how our relationship would be then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do long distance relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have the patience and i need the physical contact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cal me insecure if you will but so f-ing what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard being away from someone you love.. and you never know when things might end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know being apart might just invite other people into your life in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i invited myself into isaac's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my defence, the person he was with was a backstabbing bitch who didn't even love him. yes zeke, i think you were silly, okay, stupid, to get together with her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;before you think of casting stones, if you see love and life in black and white, you havent been through/know enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only when you see things in shades of grey, then cast the first stone.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because hey, life isnt just right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that sort of sucks because everything depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think it was wrong for zeke and i to start out the way we did.. &lt;/span&gt;but i think that it would have happened eventually anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rant rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-6452444350774770851?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6452444350774770851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6452444350774770851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/uhoh.html' title='uhoh'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-6991660147378505346</id><published>2008-11-15T11:59:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:10:10.556+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>boys boys boys.</title><content type='html'>isaac has me addicted to tuna buns from bread top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening to: Boys boys boys - Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to: study my damn cognitive psychology&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-6991660147378505346?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6991660147378505346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6991660147378505346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/boys-boys-boys.html' title='boys boys boys.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4648496405462256973</id><published>2008-11-15T02:01:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:10:27.024+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>done for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam periods are such a pain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did a little post first exam shopping today with isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought 3 tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 tanks and 1 spag strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all for pretty good prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was gonna buy a new bikini from rusty as well but the fit was awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wanted to go to MB for some hot chocolate but it was full and ended up with me going back early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone's having more fun than i am :)&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4648496405462256973?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4648496405462256973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4648496405462256973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/done-for.html' title='done for'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4997479661347637510</id><published>2008-11-14T00:26:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:10:42.387+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'>i am so over exams..</title><content type='html'>.. and i havent even bloody started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. v, i think you're a hot insecure slut *smiles sweetly*&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4997479661347637510?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4997479661347637510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4997479661347637510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-over-exams.html' title='i am so over 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-2374400200862084864.post-3815687939203131465</id><published>2008-11-10T23:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:10:52.162+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>raw</title><content type='html'>good luck to everyone going through exams :)&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-3815687939203131465?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3815687939203131465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3815687939203131465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/raw.html' title='raw'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4424161115652692344</id><published>2008-11-10T22:58:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:09.040+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><title type='text'>the cut.</title><content type='html'>a couple of days ago i got this call from a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend of mine &lt;/span&gt;at 12.40am asking for a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i'd help him out even though it would be zeke doing the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i'm sorry baby, i should have asked you if its okay first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i realized, why should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you. piss. me. off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what got me really pissed off was that this guy couldn't even call me when i was interested to go to his youth group after promising numerous times &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in front of mutual friends) &lt;/span&gt;since the beginning of the year, couldnt even call me when a friend of ours, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alison, &lt;/span&gt;came down for a week to visit. even when i called and messaged him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;she was down, he didnt pick up is phone or reply any of the messages.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first of all, he doesnt talk to me unless he wants something or talk about girls/religion/relationships (i know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;is alot to talk about but less than 5 times a year for a conversation is pretty little, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all, you call me in the middle of the night, asking for a favour and then i find out that the reason why you're even calling me is because its a favour for your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the fuck is this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. are. an. ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you preach your messages but it all doesnt mean shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you talk big about wanting to bring me to church but never get back to me about the timings and when they are going to happen (because they arent on every week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not pissed. rather, i'm disappointed. disappointed in people like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make promises you cant keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hypocrisy sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad, really. that we used to be close once (even though you did frame me for loosing our homework when you had it the whole time) and now, we're just associates, barely even that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we make better friends as we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4424161115652692344?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4424161115652692344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4424161115652692344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/cut.html' title='the cut.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-4081200844683395377</id><published>2008-11-10T02:29:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:14.979+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>do you think love's enough to make a relationship work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-4081200844683395377?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4081200844683395377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/4081200844683395377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-think-loves-enough-to-make.html' title='do you think love&apos;s enough to make a relationship work?'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-763884022450539435</id><published>2008-11-10T02:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:26.412+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>i like this part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont understand why when women put sexy/skanky pictures of themselves on facebook, what everyone complements them on is their body and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. no one ever notices the very obvious lazy eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-763884022450539435?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/763884022450539435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/763884022450539435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-like-this-part.html' title='i like this part'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-3930192286786267544</id><published>2008-11-07T23:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:48.953+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>the dress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so, the dress that i like, there's only ONE size 8 left. it wont be there when my discount card is valid. if i buy it now, i "waste" $40. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO I DO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy it now and 'waste' money or try to save money and possibly not have it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-3930192286786267544?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3930192286786267544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/3930192286786267544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/dress.html' title='the dress.'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-945513562591096346</id><published>2008-11-07T00:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:49:29.131+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>i cant wait to get my hands on you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SRL1JeoyUsI/AAAAAAAAGwg/x08uvhwdtqE/s1600-h/October-29-womens5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SRL1JeoyUsI/AAAAAAAAGwg/x08uvhwdtqE/s400/October-29-womens5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265540457541292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i swear it looks better with someone actually in it. sexy~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you were reading the past post why i am gonna be getting 40% discount off.,. i have a discount card, valid for a one time use thing for about 20 items, on sale or not. :) how much better would the bargain be if it were on sale and then you get a further 40% off the discounted price?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else wants to save money with me? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-945513562591096346?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/945513562591096346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/945513562591096346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-wait-to-get-my-hands-on-you.html' title='i cant wait to get my hands on 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVhzh5i_tnE/SRL1JeoyUsI/AAAAAAAAGwg/x08uvhwdtqE/s72-c/October-29-womens5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2374400200862084864.post-8531984732695172484</id><published>2008-11-07T00:43:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:12:01.743+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>ticked</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets really annoyed when people who havent bothered to maintain their friendship with you calls you out of the blue and asks for a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what. the. fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a problem to do a favor for you but please, at least have the decency to maintain contact. and also, a thank you after would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ass.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-8531984732695172484?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8531984732695172484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8531984732695172484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/ticked.html' title='ticked'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-8440855198022541441</id><published>2008-11-07T00:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:12:07.987+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>non</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh wow.. how incredibly bimbotic did i sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. get better soon jess.&lt;br /&gt;&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-8440855198022541441?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8440855198022541441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/8440855198022541441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/non.html' title='non'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-816672854286731688</id><published>2008-11-06T19:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:24:27.376+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stressed induced rant'/><title type='text'>yes, yes, YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*screams* i cant believe you bought that dress before i did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, its not going to stop me, i'm STILL going to get it for 40% less than you paid for it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you feel about them apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ l y n n d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-816672854286731688?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/816672854286731688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/816672854286731688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-yes-yes.html' title='yes, yes, YES!'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-9014312466917467349</id><published>2008-11-05T22:31:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:33:42.969+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letters'/><title type='text'>the best sleep</title><content type='html'>isaac h.!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i loved sleeping in your arms today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait till the days that we can do it every night.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-9014312466917467349?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9014312466917467349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/9014312466917467349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-sleep.html' title='the best sleep'/><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-2374400200862084864.post-6732630672809907707</id><published>2008-11-05T01:47:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:12:24.618+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random mussings'/><title type='text'>i think exam stress is making me emotional.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if someone you loved were put under anesthesia and they were going to die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been given 2 choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to just continue the anesthesia so that they would live just that little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. to slowly take them off the anesthesia so that you can say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to not say goodbye would kill me emotionally forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to say goodbye would do the same PLUS i wouldnt know what to say.&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 d u l g e n c e  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/2374400200862084864-6732630672809907707?l=lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6732630672809907707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2374400200862084864/posts/default/6732630672809907707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifesmilkchocolate.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-exam-stress-is-making-me.html' title='i think exam stress is making me emotional.'/><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></feed>
