<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:03:04.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-843923146189610280</id><published>2007-06-28T23:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T00:06:00.188+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa Roach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad has a very generous spirit. He gives toys to other kids and gives ceramic xiaolin figurines to my uncles and cousins. He always brings food home. Not just for me, my brothers and my mother, but also for our guests and everytime we go anywhere to visit anyone, he would always make an effort to bring something to give to them like little cakes and snacks to munch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes spending time with me even if we're just driving off together to do an errand or just sitting still somewhere or just having a meal somewhere. He likes the company. When he has something to drop off, he usually asks me or my brothers to go along with him for a drive. I sometimes go with him. He would turn the a.m. radio on and I would switch it back off again because I'd rather have silence than listen to something that I don't like. We'd just sit in silence together. He and my mother would sometimes pick me up from business school when I finish late and we'd go to "Alex III" to eat "Lengua" (pig's tongue) drowning in gravy.... Have I mentioned that I like gravy? Have I? Sometimes, we'd go to "San Fransisco Steak House" and have a nice big juicy steak. Again, drowning in gravy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago when I went back to Phili to visit my family when I was still going to uni here in Australia, my dad wanted to take me shopping and just spend time with me but I selfishly refused. I was so in need of alone time that I missed out on reliving those moments with him. I regreted that so much. It made me longed for those days when my dad used to take me to the local cemetery when I was no more than 10 years old. We would just sit on the hill looking over the stones and the trees as the breeze caresses us. My dad would light a cigarette as we sit there enjoying each other's company. There were other times that he would also drive me to the field to watch the cows eat grass. Me being young and innocent, watched in fascination. Those two special moments are very clear in my head and I can still see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-843923146189610280?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/843923146189610280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/843923146189610280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/06/papa-roach.html' title='Papa Roach'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-1358744145660365109</id><published>2007-06-23T19:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:26:11.310+10:00</updated><title type='text'>G'N'R - Chinese Democracy - June 20, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some time ago, I was crushed to have heard the news that I won't be going to see Guns N Roses because tickets were sold out. On one drunken night, two tickets were purchased on a special offer that I received from Brisbane Entertainment Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three days since me and my troll went to see the best band in the world and I'm still with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let's start with the support acts, shall we? Angry Anderson has got personality! I've recently become an admirer of Rose Tattoo. Thumbs up for Sebastian Bach... Mr. long-hair-baby-face-perfect-teeth-bach in his tight leather gear. He's a classic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/Rn0B4HLqlfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8i-Kz0gyxRY/s1600-h/20062003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/Rn0B4HLqlfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8i-Kz0gyxRY/s200/20062003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079218018256066034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were on the floor at the front with just 4 rows of people in between us and the stage. Dead centre! There were these idiots right next to us ruining our good fun that got thrown out. Mr. Bach had to stop in the middle of a song to ask the bouncer to throw this guy out. Disgusting behaviour! Disgusting! You know what this world needs? Concert etiquette! That's what! If you're gonna be a dickhead, then you don't deserve to see the greatest band in the world. Contrary to what KISS thinks, I say it's Guns N Roses. Dont get me wrong, I like KISS. The first concert I saw in my life was KISS and I was on the floor on my own. But it will always be Guns N Roses that rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's get to the REAL reason why I paid $150 to go to this event and another $100 for merch; the REAL reason why anybody would bother to stay out until 1:30am on a Wednesday night (well, Thursday morning) when you've got to get up at 6:35am the next morning to go to work with the realisation that you're too old to rock and roll all night and party everyday; the REAL reason why this post is being created. That's right... the REAL reason! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guns 'N' 'F' Roses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What? No photos? The bouncer threatened to confiscate any cameras around when the band comes out and since they're right in front of us, I've decided not to be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the obvious. They opened with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to the Jungle &lt;/span&gt;and closed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradise City.&lt;/span&gt; Below are songs in between (I hope I remember them all):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nightrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Michelle (Sebastian Bach joined Guns N Roses on stage for this song. Perfection!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Outta Get Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Knockin on Heaven's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Live and Let die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr. Brownstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese Democracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You Could Be Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The following are the songs that I'm not sure of if they performed them or they were just in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're Crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's So Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here! Here! Dizzy Reed on keys! Is it the same without Slash? Would it be like Pantera without Dimebag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Hey! Ho! The Guns N Roses are back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-1358744145660365109?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/1358744145660365109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=1358744145660365109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/1358744145660365109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/1358744145660365109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/06/gnfr-chinese-democracy-june-20-2007.html' title='G&apos;N&apos;R - Chinese Democracy - June 20, 2007'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/Rn0B4HLqlfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8i-Kz0gyxRY/s72-c/20062003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-6711325992769653521</id><published>2007-05-09T12:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:20:20.132+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NIN - Yr Zero Tour May 07 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkEu9-WDFGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iGmQ25ONYTU/s1600-h/DSCF8163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkEu9-WDFGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iGmQ25ONYTU/s400/DSCF8163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062379098383520866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm speechless.... I'm lost for words.... What can I say.... That was the best concert I've ever been to. And I could see this time.  It sucks being short. So we stood on the hill and the view was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was held at the Riverstage. It was outdoors and it was raining (just the right amount).. with the music and the lighting and the night... It was breathtaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening act was crap but better than the band that opened for NIN at the "With Teeth Tour" last year. Anyway, NIN opened with "The Beginning of the End" from their new album "Yr Zero" and ended with "Head Like a Hole" and in between are following:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkExFeWDFHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wRhGsUI9hcs/s1600-h/DSCF8182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkExFeWDFHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wRhGsUI9hcs/s200/DSCF8182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062381426255795314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Closer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March of the Pigs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, You Don't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hand That Feeds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heresy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Survivalism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Obviously that's not all of them because I did not memorise the set list. Not a lot of photos were taken and the ones that we took weren't that good. My neck is still sore from the night and I blew off my last $40 for a tour shirt. But what the heck, I was there and I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkRCx-WDFII/AAAAAAAAAEM/e6PINHMRAPs/s1600-h/06052007158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkRCx-WDFII/AAAAAAAAAEM/e6PINHMRAPs/s400/06052007158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063245307387778178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-6711325992769653521?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/6711325992769653521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=6711325992769653521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/6711325992769653521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/6711325992769653521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/05/nin-yr-zero-tour-may-07-2007.html' title='NIN - Yr Zero Tour May 07 2007'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RkEu9-WDFGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iGmQ25ONYTU/s72-c/DSCF8163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-9004332063251489202</id><published>2007-04-29T12:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T13:56:59.687+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou Shalt Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know what my problem is? I'll tell you what my problem is! I care too much. Well, maybe not too much but more than I want to, anyway. The fact is, it's human nature to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've befriended &lt;span class="new"&gt;Piotr Smirnov's work and anything similar to it during good times and bad. He became dear to me, my confidant, my best friend. I drowned myself in his power when I was in despair. I realised that this can't last forever. It's time to find a long term solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get a whole new outlook in life; trying to make myself happy; trying to make myself feel good about life. It's hard when there are reasons. Caring is leading me to heartaches so my solution is, thou shalt not. I may be uptight but I am not as close minded as the previous sentence is making me sound. Obviously, I am referring to incidents, events and certain unfortunates. So, here I am in my world that longs for solitude and oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't given up yet. I didn't forget what I said about not drowning myself in sorrow anymore. What am I doing to get out of this? I am going to have fun! By myself or with friends, I am going to have fun! Of course, what's fun for me might not be to another but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="new"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-9004332063251489202?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/9004332063251489202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/9004332063251489202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/04/thou-shalt-not.html' title='Thou Shalt Not'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-2797600540752302322</id><published>2007-04-28T20:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T21:45:41.279+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;G'Day&lt;/span&gt; mate! It just doesn't sound right when I say it.. and by the way, I hate that term "mate".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten moons ago, Jerry and I went to the Phoenix for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NIN&lt;/span&gt; listening party. We only stayed for about an hour to play pool for free then left. It was pretty lame. Anyway, we headed on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Troub&lt;/span&gt; to see a friend's band called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Liquid Sex&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't stay very long either but it was a pretty good night. Paulie took a few photos and I'm still waiting for Jerry to ask Paulie for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day was my birthday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt; my birthday... how relaxing.... I got a bottle of whiskey and a bucket of chicken.. Could anything be more perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, yes. A few days later when I came home from work, I opened the medicine cabinet.. and then... there it was... reaching out to me.. my new baby love.. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; N70! Jerry bought it for me and it was supposed to arrive on my birthday but it arrived late. Nevertheless, it's here and I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to meet up with a friend of mine in the city after work. I haven't seen her in ages! She's going away next month. For how long, I don't know. On the same night, Jerry had an office dinner/party and headed to the footy game then went to the city for an office after-party. Fun Fun Fun *wink* *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been all sunshine and lollipops. Guns N Roses tickets were released two days ago and I still don't have mine. $100 was the cheapest one and I don't know if I can afford it.. I know it's not the original Guns N Roses line up. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Axl&lt;/span&gt; Rose and his band. I mean, come on, Slash is half the Guns N Roses! They should have changed their name, really.  But it would still be pretty awesome to see them live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-2797600540752302322?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/2797600540752302322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=2797600540752302322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2797600540752302322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2797600540752302322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/04/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-1866385168407677833</id><published>2007-04-16T20:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:53:09.851+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've spent most of my time working my arse off and neglecting everything else. No more. I've come to a realisation.. I'm getting old. Yes, yes, everyone has experienced this when they're at a certain age and another birthday is coming up. I'm not gonna give a lecture on how this is different because this is exactly what it is. I'm getting old and I don't want to keep getting older with just my work in my life. So, hibernation is over. I'm taking it upon myself to live again; to do things again and not just drown myself in sorrow on how life sucks; take care of myself again and reach for what I want and deserve. I'm sure this is just a phase that I will eventually kill off or a phase that will tire me to an extent that it's me that will get killed off. Nevertheless, I am on a psycho holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's what's happening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvkpxvQFxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FWQTbO5S4-4/s1600-h/ninlisteningparty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 147px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvkpxvQFxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FWQTbO5S4-4/s200/ninlisteningparty.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105926008931882770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Nine Inch Nails listening party. That's this coming Wednesday. It's going to be at "Club Phoenix" in the city. It's like a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HMB&lt;/span&gt;. I've only been there once while waiting for Lidia to show up for her birthday dinner at Jo-Jo's. I went to Phoenix just to kill time and almost everyone there were 18 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it was just that night, I don't know.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;, good music was played. A bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GnR&lt;/span&gt; and a bit of Ozzy Osbourne here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNcXF2flII/AAAAAAAAAC8/eOP3-nOnTOU/s1600-h/yzenter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNcXF2flII/AAAAAAAAAC8/eOP3-nOnTOU/s200/yzenter1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053984758617314434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up would be the Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero concert on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of May (Monday) at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Riverstage&lt;/span&gt;. I bought the album this afternoon with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gift card&lt;/span&gt; that little Julie gave me last year for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;. Since all my computers are stuffed, I asked Jerry to rip it into MP3s from his computer and transfer it to my mp3 player so I can start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt; it on my way to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvljBvQFyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WD-cRC8dI6s/s1600-h/sfx16456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 113px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvljBvQFyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WD-cRC8dI6s/s200/sfx16456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105926992479393570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've been paying attention and checking my blog regularly, then you'd know that the new Guns N Roses are touring, as stated on my previous post. Really, just the one before this post. I promise. Anyway, I don't have my ticket yet. They go on sale on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April (next Thursday). I hope I can afford it. The concert will be on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/Rtvl7BvQF0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nOLWZmOPnc8/s1600-h/l_e6218468c5c09209cf535664fe5d98f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/Rtvl7BvQF0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/nOLWZmOPnc8/s200/l_e6218468c5c09209cf535664fe5d98f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105927404796254018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNfN12flKI/AAAAAAAAADM/usQx7oXxT0E/s1600-h/l_e6218468c5c09209cf535664fe5d98f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNfN12flKI/AAAAAAAAADM/usQx7oXxT0E/s200/l_e6218468c5c09209cf535664fe5d98f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053987898238407842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a new band called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hellyeah&lt;/span&gt;". Their first album, self titled, are in stores now, I believe. It consists of the elements of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pantera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mudvayne&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nothingface&lt;/span&gt;. I've listened to a few of their songs online. I really liked "you wouldn't know". Better be a good album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been losing a little bit of weight. It's not a conscious effort. It's more stress related. But weight loss is weight loss. My hair is also getting longer. That's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; side of me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmLxvQF1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qPZYa6pCGw0/s1600-h/BURBERRY_LONDON_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 63px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmLxvQF1I/AAAAAAAAAGU/qPZYa6pCGw0/s200/BURBERRY_LONDON_W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105927692559062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; side of mine: I came across a scent that took my breath away... in a good way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Burberry&lt;/span&gt; London Women. Jerry is getting it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmVRvQF2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gno8mjVatdc/s1600-h/Nokia_N70_Mobile_Phones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 100px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmVRvQF2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/gno8mjVatdc/s200/Nokia_N70_Mobile_Phones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105927855767820130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNltV2flMI/AAAAAAAAADc/mxwLLebb9jw/s1600-h/Mobile_Phones.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiNltV2flMI/AAAAAAAAADc/mxwLLebb9jw/s200/Mobile_Phones.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053995036474053826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am also getting a new mobile phone. I think I speak for all of us that it doesn't come as a shock to anyone. I'm getting a N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;okia&lt;/span&gt; and Jerry is going to get it for me. I "requested" a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; N70 or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Nokia&lt;/span&gt; 6680 as a second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to update my wardrobe. I can't just live off t-shirts, cargo pants, fishnets, vinyl and buckles. By golly, I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmexvQF3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VrxNwepA6WM/s1600-h/web_image_show2.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 118px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvmexvQF3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/VrxNwepA6WM/s200/web_image_show2.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105928018976577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I forget, I want to introduce my new lover.. Mr. Johnnie Walker. We've only been together for a few months but our relationship is flourishing. Whenever I hold him in my hands, I'm filled to the brim with girlish glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's footy season and Jerry is obsessed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;gpoker&lt;/span&gt; as well. I'm guessing those are the reasons why I've got plenty of time to catch up on my computer time. I've also been tinkering with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-1866385168407677833?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/1866385168407677833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=1866385168407677833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/1866385168407677833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/1866385168407677833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-baby.html' title='I&apos;m Back, Baby'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RtvkpxvQFxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FWQTbO5S4-4/s72-c/ninlisteningparty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-590935369474651314</id><published>2007-04-14T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:53:36.641+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns N Roses Tour 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCipF2flFI/AAAAAAAAABc/htMJcga1j7E/s1600-h/Guns_n_Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCipF2flFI/AAAAAAAAABc/htMJcga1j7E/s320/Guns_n_Roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053217608738772050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm feeling a bit nostalgic... thinking of the lone days (and nights) I spent with Guns N Roses partying in my head. The good ol' days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two months, June 20 2007 to be exact, Axl Rose along with the new members of GnR will rock Brisbane for their "Chinese Democracy" tour. Their new album that everyone thought was a myth. They'll soon prove us wrong, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Rumored&lt;/span&gt; track list according to "Slash" is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; 01. "Chinese Democracy"&lt;br /&gt;02. "This I Love"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCcxl2flBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JOV9c1U0xI0/s1600-h/GNR+Star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCcxl2flBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JOV9c1U0xI0/s200/GNR+Star.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053211157697893394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. "I.R.S."&lt;br /&gt;04. "Thyme"&lt;br /&gt;05. "Substitute"&lt;br /&gt;06. "The General"&lt;br /&gt;07. "Seven"&lt;br /&gt;08. "Madagascar"&lt;br /&gt;09. "Ides Of March"&lt;br /&gt;10. "Catcher In The Rye"&lt;br /&gt;11. "Leave Me Alone"&lt;br /&gt;12. "The Blues"&lt;br /&gt;13. "Closing In On You"&lt;br /&gt;14. "There Was A Time"  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCkWl2flGI/AAAAAAAAABk/XzqaK6awVDo/s1600-h/SebastianBach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCkWl2flGI/AAAAAAAAABk/XzqaK6awVDo/s200/SebastianBach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053219489934447714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Support acts! Sebastian Bach from Skid Row and Rose Tattoo, an Australian band.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are the youth gone wild!! See you at the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-590935369474651314?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/590935369474651314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=590935369474651314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/590935369474651314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/590935369474651314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/04/guns-n-roses-tour-2007.html' title='Guns N Roses Tour 2007'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l3WLMyGmXp0/RiCipF2flFI/AAAAAAAAABc/htMJcga1j7E/s72-c/Guns_n_Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-2506105626783054817</id><published>2007-04-11T16:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:45:10.442+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've recently realised the importance of family. An environment that's familiar and safe.. An environment where I feel protected and secure even when at times it can be more than a person would want. Nevertheless, it's a place to run to when you just want to run away; an atmosphere to blend yourself in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Niralyn&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin, and I used to go shopping all the time. We'd get there at 9:30am-10:00am when it opens and stay there until 8:00pm-9:00pm when it closes. She would spend the night sometimes and we'd model what we bought and stand in front of the mirror for some time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aaahhh&lt;/span&gt; vanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and Auntie Juanita invite me along when they go shopping. I enjoy it so. Probably because of the benefit of my mother's credit card. Nah.. not really. I need not worry about that since my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt; me how to forge her signature so I could use it when I'm out by myself. Also, she gave me my own credit card as a secondary holder. I do enjoy strolling with them; listening to them gossip about things I don't care about; listening to them talk to retail sales people with much delight; and of course, the nice meal we all have afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of shopping buddies. I like going shopping on my own more than anything. Sometimes, it's a team sport when I pair up with a companion. Michelle Y., a very dear friend of mine, is one of my favorites. Same deal, we'd get there when the shops open and stay there until they close. After the ritual, we'd have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;footlong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hotdog&lt;/span&gt; and coffee and talk about our day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.. long gone but not at all forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-2506105626783054817?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/2506105626783054817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=2506105626783054817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2506105626783054817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2506105626783054817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/04/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-2906162296807693675</id><published>2007-03-08T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T19:58:33.068+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bites and Kisses</title><content type='html'>* I'm growing my hair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to get a new phone. I don't know which one yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm going to see Nine Inch Nails again. &amp;amp;th May 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm hoping to see Vince Neil on the 30th of March. Depending on how much money I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got promoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I moved to a different house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I finished a 500 pc jigsaw puzzle of the great wall of China. It's not a lot but it is to me since I am very impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I sold one of my phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I went to a Roger Waters concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The Madhappies are touring soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm craving for pizza and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My grandma discovered the magic eye of technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm in love with my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sony Ericsson is not suitable for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-2906162296807693675?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/2906162296807693675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=2906162296807693675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2906162296807693675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/2906162296807693675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2007/03/bites-and-kisses.html' title='Bites and Kisses'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-115097997951273901</id><published>2006-06-22T21:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T22:50:23.610+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>A few things had happened since my last post. I don't really have the time nor the patience to keep this updated as often as I intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard drive is stuffed and all the data was lost and we took it someplace to recover them. Jerry had a lot of data stored on those hard drives and losing them is not an option. So at the moment, the network isn't accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two laptops have problems. I'm currently using my old one but can't set it up yet because it needs reformating... again. My new one is also having problems and can't be used. We don't know what the problems are and reformating it is not doing any good. So it must be a hardware problem but we don't know what's wrong with them. Therefore, we don't know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Madhappies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Madhappies had a few gigs in the past month. They played at the "Living Room" and the "Alley Bar". As I've mentioned, computers and networks in this house is not fuctioning properly so no photos yet. Everything is everywhere at the moment and it's very frustrating. Photos and data are scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're having a live broadcast gig on &lt;a href="http://rawaudio.net/"&gt;Raw Audio Sofa Session&lt;/a&gt; this Sunday 8pm Brisbane time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The CDs have been created and the album launch is going to be at "The Zoo" (a venue in the valley) on the 29th of June 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/2006-06-29thezoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/2006-06-29thezoo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They might be playing at "The Rev" (another venue in the valley) in September. I'm not sure if it's confirmed yet or not.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;3. Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They relocated me from DFO (Direct Factory Outlet) to the Myer Centre (in the city) a few weeks ago, which is a good thing... a sign of growth. I still get paid the same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are going to be some changes at work. We're going to have a whole season of "It's Black" where everything is black, grey, dark purple, etc. But it's only for a season. Then the next season, it would be all about jeans and the season after that would be all about linen. That's what they're doing at the moment. I went to the "It's Black" presentation at the Fringe Bar last night (June 21, 2006 Wednesday) and we were told of what it's going to be like. There's going to be a launch party at Carindale on the 7th of July (Friday) and the Carindale store will be set up for this Black Launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio and I got acquainted here in Australia (at CQU and Unilodge). Even though we both went to Thames, we didn't know each other then. She studied here for a few years and now she's leaving. She's going back to the Philippines and there's a job there waiting for her. I was at the goodbye party last night (after the work function at the Fringe Bar). It was also Josh's birthday last night so while I was at the fringe bar, Jerry went to have dinner with Josh and his other circle of friends and Jerry and I went to Rio's party afterwards. They were having a kareoke night at "Fat Louis". Josh dropped in with his lady friend, Sophie, a little while after we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-115097997951273901?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/115097997951273901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=115097997951273901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/115097997951273901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/115097997951273901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114820721545229709</id><published>2006-05-21T19:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:26:55.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Madhappies Showcase Gig (May 18, 2006 Thursday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5543.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/DSCF5543.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Madhappies had a showcase gig on the 18th of May 2006. That was last Thursday. It was held at "The Browns Plains Hotel", which was about 45 minutes away. We drove, paid toll, got lost and arrived just in time to unload and have a few drinks. Three bands played that night. The first band was shit. The Madhappies was the 2nd band to go on. The third band was an o.k. cover band called "The College of Beer". Brad Buckley is some guy who works for Pushworth Group. He puts on industry nights and from what I've heard, he liked The Madhappies. So did the bartender who said that The Madhappies was the best band there that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They have another gig on the 30th of May 2006 at &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Living Room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caxton St., Paddington&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;They go on at 11pm. Good thing I don't have to work the next day. They have another gig on the 1st of June 2006 at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alley Bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Milton. &lt;/span&gt;They go on at 10:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first album "Bad Motivator" has been mastered. They're just waiting for the artwork to finish before releasing it. They're also making a video for "Dying Breed". They've had airplay. They already have a few new songs for the next album. One awesome song is "Go Faster". I can't wait for them to do a proper recording of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114820721545229709?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114820721545229709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114820721545229709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114820721545229709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114820721545229709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/05/madhappies-showcase-gig-may-18-2006.html' title='The Madhappies Showcase Gig (May 18, 2006 Thursday)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114557875650388882</id><published>2006-04-21T08:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T12:04:19.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates (April 21, 2006 Friday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;erry won tickets to the advance screening of "Scary Movie 4". We went to see that at Indooroopilly a week ago. I haven't seen any of the Scary movies. "Scary Movie 4" was the first one that I saw. The movie was crappy but I had a good time. We went to Indooroopilly a bit early and we just walked around and looked at the shops. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(April 12, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e spent easter with Jerry's mother, aunt, cousin and sister at Beachmere. Anne, Jerry's aunt, tought me how to knit. Jerry and I went fishing. He caught four and one of them was a baby baracuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We witnessed the full moon rising from the ocean. It was majestic! Here are some photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF4976.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF4976.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF4977.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF4977.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF4980.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF4980.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF4992.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF4992.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5011.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5016.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5020.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5021.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5021.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5027.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF5032.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF5032.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The dogs were there with us. Rocky, Jacque and Inca. Someone had fleas! I had bites when I got home and they're still here! It's going to take a very long time to get rid of them. The bites that I got from more than a year ago are still here! &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We came home at midnight and the highway was dark, deserted and foggy. It was so serene. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(April 14, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y birthday was a few days ago. Jerry had flowers delivered to me at work. Jerry and I got a bucket of chicken (KFC) and a bottle of vodka and 4 liters of orange juice. He gave me a silver necklace with an amethyst pendant. He also gave me a bath pillow, bath salts, bath milk and a bath bomb. I'm looking forward to a relaxing bath with candles and music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'m working full time from this week. I got my contract the other day. All I have to do now is sign it and send it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ll that is left for my permanent residency is their decision. I've done everything on my part. I've sent my NBI clearance and my medicals to Suzanne. All I have to do now is wait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(April 20, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;adhappies has a showcase gig on the 18th of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114557875650388882?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114557875650388882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114557875650388882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114557875650388882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114557875650388882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/04/updates-april-21-2006-friday.html' title='Updates (April 21, 2006 Friday)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114328509143519081</id><published>2006-03-25T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:11:31.456+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/snz800_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/snz800_00.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remeber "&lt;a href="http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates-november-15-2005.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;" post (Scroll down to mobile phones)? As you may recall, I sold my Sony Ericsson v800. I often look at phones on the net. I was browsing on eBay one night when I saw a seller selling a Sony Ericsson z800i (z800i is the same as v800 only v800 is a Vodafone version) for $386.50 (including postage) and I just couldn't resist! As I am reunited with this phone, I couldn't help but wonder if this relationship will be satisfying the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114328509143519081?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114328509143519081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114328509143519081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/03/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114328195110189234</id><published>2006-03-25T19:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:18:05.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It All Starts with V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/axis_2004_836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/axis_2004_836.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who doesn't know what V is, it's an energy drink. It taste a bit citrusy. Jerry offered me a taste of this and I didn't like it at first. But then I needed to stay awake one night and V is all I can find so I did. From then on, everytime I needed to be awake, I have a couple of Vs and it sort of grew on me. I really like it now. Especially now that my work hours starts really early, I've been having V almost every morning. But I still try not to get dependent on it to the point that I can't function without it. I only have it as I see fit. It's not that expensive at all. Most of the time, I can get them for 2 for $5. Looking at how I started longing for Vs, there's only one person to blame.. The same person that collects the bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 160px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF3535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF3534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114328195110189234?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114328195110189234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114328195110189234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114328195110189234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114328195110189234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-all-starts-with-v.html' title='It All Starts with V'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114246377523283608</id><published>2006-03-16T08:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:36:32.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Immigration is asking a lot of crap from us. I went to the interview on Monday and everything seemed fine.  She said that the things that we are waiting for are the results from my medicals and the AFP record and that's it. Yesterday, I got a call from DIMIA asking me to provide an NBI clearance from overseas. The agent told me that a police clearance would suffice. Apparently not! Now I have to ask my parents to get me my NBI clearance, which might take a while since it's the national bureau and Suzie, my mother's agent, is no longer with us and won't be able to make special arrangements. Also, postage time and cost is taken into consideration. So much hassle and inconvenience! That's on top of all those crap that Jerry and I had to provide for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114246377523283608?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114246377523283608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114246377523283608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114246377523283608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114246377523283608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/03/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114199299416414203</id><published>2006-03-10T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:36:07.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'>March 10, 2006 Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PERMANENT RESIDENCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last week, I've been taking care of my permanent residency visa. Jerry and I were putting all the documents together. Also I've had help from my family overseas by sending over the necessary statements and paperworks. I had my xray, medicals and blood test that bruised me not so terribly. On monday, Jerry and I have an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIORDANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've requsted to go full time a while ago. There's no full time position available at the moment. Hope is our new area manager. She seems nice. She told me she's been pushing them to let me go full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I write this, Jerry is watching the first game of the rugby league season. As I've previously mentioned before, I'm not into footy but we've decided to make a night of it. We had pizza and drinks. It's been a while since I had vodka. Also, Jerry hasn't had bundy in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/launcher_eagle_icon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smirnoff.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/launcher_eagle_icon.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bundabergrum.com.au/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 171px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/logo.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANE'S RENOVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jane, Jerry's mother, is renovating her home. She has to be out of the house for four months while it's being done. She's going to let &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gypsy&lt;/span&gt; stay with Jerry and me. She's jerry's childhood pet and we're going to have her here for four months. She's getting old. She's about 15 or 16 years old. I wish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocky&lt;/span&gt; can be with us too but I don't think we have the facilities to accomodate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADHAPPIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.madhappies.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/logo_med.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remastering was suppose to be today but it was cancelled. It's going to be on Tuesday. Scheduled gig is on the 1st of June at the Alley Bar. That gig would be the first gig that they have after the album is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINUS LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.minuslife.com"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/splash.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Awesome Australian band! They're having another gig on the 29th of April 2006 at &lt;a href="http://www.hmbasement.com/"&gt;HMB&lt;/a&gt;. It's going to be a Rock Vs Metal night. "&lt;a href="http://www.repeatoffender.com.au/"&gt;Repeat Offender&lt;/a&gt;" will also be playing that night. Definitely worth seeing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114199299416414203?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114199299416414203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114199299416414203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114199299416414203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114199299416414203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-10-2006-friday.html' title='March 10, 2006 Friday'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114111962657946300</id><published>2006-02-28T19:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:54:36.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall of Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following are pictures of the "Mall of Asia":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Well, pictures of blueprints and plans, anyway. I found the pictures on the Internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/MoA071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/MoA071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/MoA2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/MoA2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/MOA2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/MOA2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/MoA07.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/MoA07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114111962657946300?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114111962657946300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114111962657946300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114111962657946300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114111962657946300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/02/mall-of-asia.html' title='Mall of Asia'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114111909822320678</id><published>2006-02-28T19:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:31:43.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YESTERDAY:&lt;/span&gt; THE MADHAPPIES MASTERING (Feb 27, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;a href="http://www.madhappies.com/"&gt;The Madhappies&lt;/a&gt; mastering at Albion at the &lt;a href="http://www.grevillea.com.au/"&gt;Grevillea studio&lt;/a&gt;. The CD is complete. The next step is CD pressing. I think they're going to make about 500 copies. Paul said that they're going to have the album launch in about a month or two. Jerry told me that before they do the album launch, they're going to have gigs first so they won't sound rusty at the launch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt; MOVIES WITH RIO (Feb 28, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the city to pick up the graduation DVD today and went to pick up the necessary documents at Unilodge for my PR. After which, I met up with Rio. We had lunch at KFC and went to see a movie. We were going to watch "Hostel" but then I didn't bring my ID and they won't sell me a ticket. So we watched "Just Friends" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was telling Rio how much I missed Philippines. I told her everything is good here and all and I am aware of the fact that Philippines is not really an ideal place to live in for most people but it's still different. I told her I like it here but I also like it in Phili too. She completely understands and that's why she's going back after she graduates. I was telling her about Michelle Yap and how we used to have fun when we go out even if it's just sitting at some restaurant and talking all afternoon. She told me about the "&lt;a href="http://www.tmcnet.com/usubmit/2006/02/22/1398653.htm"&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/a&gt;" that's about to open soon. I can't wait to see it when I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rio's parents visited her here in Australia some time ago and she was telling me how much fun it was. Good for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW:&lt;/span&gt; X-RAY (Feb 29, 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an appointment to get an x-ray tomorrow for my permanent residency. It's in the valley at 1:45pm. I hope it won't take very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114111909822320678?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114111909822320678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114111909822320678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114111909822320678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114111909822320678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-today-and-tomorr_114111909822320678.html' title='Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-114100807218200756</id><published>2006-02-27T11:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:22:44.156+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio's birthday and whatnot (Feb. 25 to 26, 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rio's birthday was on the 24th of Feb. but we celebrated Rio's birthday on the 25th. We went to this kareoke place in the valley and had  a few drinks. Jerry had about six to seven VBs (Victoria Bitter). It was only yesterday that he told me that he hates VB and the only reason he had that much was because he was singing. He's a rum and coke guy. I only had about four or five VBs. He sang, Rock and Roll All Night - KISS (I was sort of singing along with him), Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin, Roxanne - Police, Diana, Yesterday - Beatles, Runaway, One - Metallica, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to a restaurant because everyone was getting hungry. They didn't have Vodka or Crownies (Jerry's beer) so i got him another VB (I didn't know he hates it at that time. I would've thought that he won't have that much at the kareoke place if he hates it.) and I got a Rusky for myself. Everyone is thinking of what to do next and Jerry asked me to ask everyone if everyone wants to come over to our place to play pool and listen to some music and have more drinks. We rang Josh and invited him over to join us. There's only one problem. I was out of Vodka. So I asked Josh to bring some with him. But he didn't have any Vodka and doesn't know where to get some. So I just asked him to bring any alcohol he's got at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was on the way to our place. Jerry wasn't feeling very well. When we got home, Josh just arrived. Everyone was downstairs playing pool while I took Jerry to the bedroom to rest. I couldn't play music because it would be too loud for Jerry. I stayed with him for a while when Josh came calling, wanting to play pool. So we played doubles. Josh brought bourbon. I had a taste and I didn't like it that much. I don't like dark spirits. Anyway, I don't know how long everyone stayed because most of the time I was upstairs with Jerry. After the game, Josh wanted to watch a movie but everyone else had to go. So Josh and I watched Bug's Life and had some Tequilla. It was about 4am+ when we finished the movie and I had an 8:30am-4:30pm shift the next day. Josh was not in the state to drive so he crashed on the couch. Jerry was in dispose and probably couldn't take me to work and I won't be able to drive myself to work so Josh would have to but he escaped while Jerry and I were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had a few hours of sleep and shouldn't be working at all that day. But I had to go in and open up the shop because I would be the only there. So I asked Jerry to drive me to work. He still wasn't feeling very well that time. We got there at about 8:30am and waited for Hayden (workmate) to arrive. He was suppose to arrive at 10am. But he arrived half an hour early. He asked me if I'm sick. because I look it. I said yes and I had to go. So he started ringing poeple asking who could come in. Hayden wasn't feeling very well too. He called Michelle and she was still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry took us home and we had breakfast at about 12pm. We had bacon and eggs and toast. We haven't had that in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chris and Kimbo's at 2pm for lunch. Tammy and I played pool. We had several games and I won most of them. Alex, Chris and myself were playing darts. I was beating them! But we had to go and Alex and I came to a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything else for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-114100807218200756?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/114100807218200756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=114100807218200756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114100807218200756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/114100807218200756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/02/rios-birthday-and-whatnot-feb-25-to-26.html' title='Rio&apos;s birthday and whatnot (Feb. 25 to 26, 2006)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-113948556005301022</id><published>2006-02-09T20:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:01:35.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates (Feb 9, 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't been doing much lately. Here are a few things that have happened. I'm not sure if I can remember all the details but anyway, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PANTERA TRIBUTE (Dec. 10, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/23-11-05_09071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/23-11-05_09071.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerry and I went to a Pantera tribute at the Arena on the 10th of December. We didn't stay all night. It started at about 9pm. Tim and Tammy are suppose to go with us but Tammy didn't have I.D. so they cancelled leaving us with two extra tickets. We invited Lucia and her husband. Lucia and I got acquainted a few months before the tribute. She's from uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gates opened at 7pm, I think. Lucia and her husband arrived a bit later after that. They left just as soon as the tribute started! We left at about 12am. the band was pissed and making fools of themselves by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was 2 months ago, I hardly remember the songs that they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, it was a fun night anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRADUATION (Dec. 18, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated on the 18th of December. It was held at the Carlton Crest Hotel in the city. Finally, I'm done with uni. At long last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our manager had an xmas BBQ that night and Jerry and I were invited. It was mentioned that Michelle, our assistant manager, was at the tribute too for "State of Integrity". They're one of the bands that played at the Arena before the tribute and the State of Integrity's bassist, Ben, is her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XMAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Presents... Jerry gave me a lot of things. He gave me a hotdog steamer, a hotdog grill, sewing machine (not one of those travel ones. The real thing!), a crystal to dispel negativity (because he thinks I'm too negative), pens and notepad papers (because I like stationeries). I gave him a poker table top because he likes poker and he had poker nights and more to come, I presume. Bootsie got new toys and a new collar. It was really endearing that Jerry put "from santa" on some of the presents. I guess he did it because I never believed in santa when I was a kid and he's sort of creating the fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We spent new year's at his Jane's (his mother). Mel (Jerry's sister), Paul (Mel's friend/housemate. Also, the vocalist of MadHappies), and Ali (Paul's girlfriend) was there too. We had a few drinks, lit up some sparkles, and played "cranium" (it's a board game that I'm not good at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADHAPPIES RECORDING AT AIRLOCK STUDIO (Jan 7-13, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madhappies is launching an album. They've been recording their stuff and its all done and good. They're just finishing the mixing now. Jerry is at Airlock Studio right now. He's with Paul and Emerson (mixer). Here are a few photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF3594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF3606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF3593.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF3592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF3599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF3599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/P1086985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/P1086985.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/P1086993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/P1086993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, the bassist, is out of town at the moment. He's coming back. I'm just not sure when. I have his travel blog address. I gotta read it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, Thats it. Jerry is creating a MadHappies site, which is still under construction. He has put on a few sample tracks. I'll make the link public next time when it's all ready and maybe I'll put on some sample tracks here next time, if I'm not too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-113948556005301022?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/113948556005301022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=113948556005301022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113948556005301022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113948556005301022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates-feb-9-2006.html' title='Updates (Feb 9, 2006)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-113375434533032660</id><published>2005-12-05T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T15:55:36.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Motley Crue Carnival of Sins Tour (December 4, 2005, Sunday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF31251.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF31251.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to work that day (yesterday). I finished at 4:30pm, which was 1 and 1/2 hr. earlier than I was suppose to because I work an extra 1 1/2 hr. on Thursday. Jerry picked me up from work, came home, started dinner early then off to the concert. I had three Vs that day. I was pumped up with caffeine. It was a tiring day and night and I was expecting it to be even if it was to see Motley Crue. We were in line for the merchandise for 45minutes! Got a few shirts. Also, cameras weren't allowed in. So, no photos from last night &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in just as Motorhead was starting. Right on time. They opened for Motley Crue. Here are a few songs that Motorhead did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- inferno&lt;br /&gt;- metropolis&lt;br /&gt;- ace of spades&lt;br /&gt;- sacrifice (awesome drum solo for about five minutes)&lt;br /&gt;- overkill&lt;br /&gt;- speedfreak&lt;br /&gt;- we are the road crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes pass 9pm, Motley Crue finally appears. They were fuckin' awesome! pyrotechnics were awesome! Here's the line up (that I can remember and not in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shout at the devil&lt;br /&gt;- girls, girls, girls (of course)&lt;br /&gt;- kickstart my heart (of course)&lt;br /&gt;- dr. feelgood (of course)&lt;br /&gt;- same ol' situation&lt;br /&gt;- wild side&lt;br /&gt;- glitter&lt;br /&gt;- home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;- without you&lt;br /&gt;- too fast for love&lt;br /&gt;- looks that kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Also, a few of their new songs, which I'm not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened with "Shout at the Devil". Couldn't have picked a better song to start off the Motley Crue night! Ended with "Kickstart My Heart" and for the encore was "Anarchy in the UK" as their final song. During the intermission, Cowboys from Hell by Pantera was the background music. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drained at the end of the night. I was standing all day at work and all night at the concert. But it was all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-113375434533032660?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/113375434533032660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=113375434533032660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113375434533032660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113375434533032660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/12/motley-crue-carnival-of-sins-tour.html' title='Motley Crue Carnival of Sins Tour (December 4, 2005, Sunday)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-113291553390213828</id><published>2005-11-25T20:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T20:46:37.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanky Panky (June 3, 2005) - PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/06/hanky-panky-june-3-2005.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post? Thanks to Adam (Paul's friend), we sponged off a few photos of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/crowd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/crowd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/crowd3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two pictures above, thats the venue and the crowd early on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two pictures below is the stage when Hanky Panky was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/madhappies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/madhappies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the left on the stage is Paul (vocalist and guitarist), in the middle of the stage is Jerry (drummer), and on the right is Josh (bassist).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/madhappies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/madhappies2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just include myself in the story - On the far right leaning against the wall "off" the stage is me, quietly observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-113291553390213828?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/113291553390213828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=113291553390213828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113291553390213828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113291553390213828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/11/hanky-panky-june-3-2005-pictures.html' title='Hanky Panky (June 3, 2005) - PICTURES'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-113278785440963051</id><published>2005-11-24T08:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:35:30.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimebag Darrell Tribute Show at the Arena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/edited.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's going to be a Dimebag (R.I.P.)  tribute show at the &lt;a href="http://www.arenaonline.com.au/"&gt;Arena&lt;/a&gt;. It's going to be in the valley. Me, Jerry, Tim (Jerry's brother), and Tammy (Tim's girlfriend) are going. We got the tickets yesterday. We were the first one to buy them as you can see the ticket numbers. Anyway, It's going to be on the 10th of December. I got the tickets from Skinny's. They had a Dimebag Darrell tribute show at the basement a while ago. Jerry and I went to that one. Didn't enjoy it as much for private reasons. I'm looking forward to going to this one though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-113278785440963051?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/113278785440963051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=113278785440963051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113278785440963051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113278785440963051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/11/dimebag-darrell-tribute-show-at-arena.html' title='Dimebag Darrell Tribute Show at the Arena'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-113203486321824114</id><published>2005-11-15T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:39:46.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates (November 15, 2005)</title><content type='html'>Here's what I've been doing since my last post. My excuse for not keeping this updated is laziness. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLFEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF1598.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF1598.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerry and I went to the hellfest. Last year was so much better. I got there last year at about 12pm (thats the time gates open) and there was a very long queue outside HMB. This year, when we got there at about 1pm, the place was deserted. Although, the crowd did pick up eventually. We didn't stay all night and we didn't get drunk. Unwanted people were there but they're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my results back from uni. I passed everything. So, if everything goes according to plan, then I'm up to graduate this December. Finally, out of uni and into the world. I'm crossing over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMPLOYMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. "Three" Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I worked for "&lt;a href="http://www.three.com.au/"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt;" (The mobile phone company) for a little while. It was a crappy job and I was tricked! I was tricked, I tell ya! The ad said it was an "appintment setter" position. Me, having no clue of the workforce environment, thought it would be like a receptionist or something. I went for the interview, and it turned out to be a telemarketing job. Anyway, I still gave it a go and I didn't last. I only lasted for two weeks, which is quite an accomplishment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Giordano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/giordano%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/giordano%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now currently employed at &lt;a href="http://www.giordano.com.au/"&gt;Giordano&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.dfo.com.au/"&gt;DFO&lt;/a&gt; (Direct Factory Outlet - a new outlet shopping place near the airport). I attended the induction this morning and I start work on Thursday. I am employed as a permanent part time shopgirl and if it turns out to be satisfying, I might consider going full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the induction today. We were told of the rules (No chokers, no gothic make up, no offensive piercings, no intrusive hair color) and responsibilities and basically, how things work at Giordano. I got my schedule today. I work four days a week - Thursday, friday, Saturday, Sunday. There goes my weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.bigw.com.au/"&gt;BigW&lt;/a&gt; two weeks ago. We were told that we will be informed in two weeks if we get the job or not and it will be two weeks tomorrow. I don't know if I will get it or not, which doesn't really matter now since I'm with Giordano already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to turn down an interview with &lt;a href="http://www.esprit.com.au/"&gt;Esprit&lt;/a&gt;, which was a waste. I would prefer working with Esprit but I guess Giordano isn't as bad. Growing up, I was exposed to Giordano all my life. My parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are all Giordano wearers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOBILE PHONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/90_1_b1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/90_1_b1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought a Sony Ericsson V800 on eBay for $340 (including postage), which is a real bargain. I was using it for a about 2 weeks just to see if there's chemistry there. There was none. It was a good phone. It has all the good stuff. but the chemistry between me and that phone is missing, so I had to sell it. I sold it to Jerry for the same price I paid for it. Now I'm back to my Motorola V220.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/5880_MotImage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/5880_MotImage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I've never been happier. It's got all the stuff I need and none of the stuff I don't need. the camera is surprisingly good. It was quite cheap too. No more than $160. It's compact and the menus are quick to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, that's it! That's basically what I've been up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigw.com.au/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-113203486321824114?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/113203486321824114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=113203486321824114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113203486321824114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/113203486321824114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates-november-15-2005.html' title='Updates (November 15, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112892058011530329</id><published>2005-10-10T14:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:17:58.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney (Sept 30, 2005 - Oct 4, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF1815.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jerry and I went to Sydney for five days and four nights. We weren't suppose to do anything on the day that we arrived but we went to the city to look around a bit and to look for a KFC. What a huge disappointment that was. Anyway, that was on a Friday about 5p.m. so you could imagine how busy it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF16705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/DSCF16702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we went sight seeing. He was born in Sydney and his parents used to live there so when they visit Sydney, they don't bother going to its attractions. We walked everywhere! We went to the markets, museums, an art gallery, park, and the Sydney opera house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know by now, Jerry is a footy freak. The grand final was held in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF22841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/DSCF22841.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the reason for the whole trip. Everything was booked way before he knew who was going to be in the grand final. The pre-game entertainment wasn't bad. There were parachuters that parachuted down to the stadium and the trophy was delivered by army men. There were also musical performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112892058011530329?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112892058011530329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112892058011530329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112892058011530329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112892058011530329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/10/sydney-sept-30-2005-oct-4-2005.html' title='Sydney (Sept 30, 2005 - Oct 4, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112756030193625059</id><published>2005-09-24T20:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:11:41.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JERRY, GROW YOUR FREAKING HAIR BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/IMG_5508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/IMG_5508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/IMG_5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/IMG_5506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/IMG_5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/IMG_5509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112756030193625059?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112756030193625059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112756030193625059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112756030193625059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112756030193625059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/blast-from-past_112756030193625059.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112754339762332427</id><published>2005-09-24T15:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T20:33:16.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Happies gig at the Jubilee Hotel (Sept.  23, 2005 Friday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF1509116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF1509116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAD HAPPIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul - Lead vocals / guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh - Back up vocals / bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerry - Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night (Sept 23, 2005), the Mad Happies played at the Jubilee Hotel. Four bands were playing that night. They were second to perform. Out of the four bands, only two bands played decent music and the Mad Happies is one of them. As it was previously said, I kept an eye on the camera. If I wasn't holding the camera, it was in my bag so no fucking asshole can steal it this time. And as promised, more pictures below. Click on the picture to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF143912.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF143911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF13912.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF13911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF14662.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF13682.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF13681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF14033.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF143511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF150912.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF15091.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF15511.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF1551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF14841.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF1484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF138811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF13881.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF140011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF140111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF147011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF146811.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF14681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF152011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/DSCF15201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jerry's shoulder was fucked so it's surprising how well they did. He can't lift his right shoulder properly. When he forced to lift it, its uneven as it is shown below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF15531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF1553.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That started last night before the gig. We thought it might be a dislocated bone or something. But we went to the doctor today (Saturday) and he said it might just be a muscle. An x-ray was taken to be sure. The gig and sleeping with a sore shoulder probably made it worse than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He wasn't drunk last night, which is a surprise. I had a few drinks before anything started to happen. I wasn't trashed, but I sure wasn't sober. Josh and I were playing pool and the coin slot was exposed and it kept hitting my leg everytime I walk pass it! Had a couple of bruises too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/24-09-05_10213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/24-09-05_10213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/24-09-05_10112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/200/24-09-05_10112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I was black and blue at the end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112754339762332427?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112754339762332427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112754339762332427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112754339762332427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112754339762332427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/mad-happies-gig-at-jubilee_112754339762332427.html' title='Mad Happies gig at the Jubilee Hotel (Sept.  23, 2005 Friday)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112702376990861045</id><published>2005-09-18T15:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:09:29.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, Sept 16 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday (Sept. 16, 2005), Me, Jerry, and Josh went to see a two plays at ACU. Then we went back to Josh's place to have a few drinks and  I climbed my first tree. I guess it's relaxing to just be up in a tree achieving nothing but solitary fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we went to Dooley's in the valley for Kat's birthday. Kat is a friend of Jerry's and Josh's. I've only met Kat twice. She just turned 19 on that day. Had a few more drinks there. Peter and Shelly showed up. Then we went to the Indie Temple. We only stayed there for a little while because I really wanted to go to Faith. Peter and Shelly went to Faith with me and Jerry. Jenni, Judy, and Theresa were there. A lot of Basement people were there (Snails, Jonathan, Scott). I guess the reason is that The Basement is dying. It's because of the "Zeven" thing they did. RnB on staurday night. What the fuck were they thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry isn't that fond of Faith. Maybe mainly because it's in the valley where sleazy people hang out. Faith plays good music though. Anyway, I was so excited when I saw Jenni. I guess it's just nice to be around poeple (female) I know for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Speaking of women to talk to, I've recently been acquainted with Rio. I asked for her email address on Thursday (Sept. 15 2005) and her YM username. She's a nice cheerful person from Thames - the business school I went to a few years back before I came to Australia. We've only started talking to each other recently. She seems nice. She's a music junkie, which is good. But I'm not so sure that we have the same taste in music. What the hey, we've only started getting acquainted. We'll see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112702376990861045?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112702376990861045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112702376990861045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112702376990861045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112702376990861045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-sept-16-2005.html' title='Friday, Sept 16 2005'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112702137334424408</id><published>2005-09-18T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T15:31:25.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, Mr. Simmons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Gene Simmons' Rock School&lt;/i&gt;, the fire-breathing, blood-spitting bassist of &lt;i&gt;KISS&lt;/i&gt; tries to turn a classroom full of prim and proper British prep-schoolers into a hot and heavy rock and roll band. Gene is invited to Christ's Hospital, a 450 year-old boarding school outside London. There, the students wear uniforms, march in procession, and study classical music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;In just six weeks, Gene's monumental task is to transform a class of classically trained thirteen year-olds into guitar-strumming, head banging rock gods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="genCopy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vh1.com/shows/dyn/rock_school/series_about.jhtml"&gt;Gene Simmons' Rock School&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Viewed at 18th Sept 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/f5h5877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/f5h5877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw my first episode of this show. Well, actually, first and second because Josh has them on his computer. Interestingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112702137334424408?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112702137334424408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112702137334424408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112702137334424408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112702137334424408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-morning-mr-simmons.html' title='Good morning, Mr. Simmons'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112651254832400701</id><published>2005-09-12T18:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:36:12.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbs down for Jade Buddha on Eagle St.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/jade1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/jade1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We (me, Jerry, Mel, Tim, Tammy, Kimbo, Chris, and Jane) went to Jade Buddha on Sunday (Sept 11, 2005) for Tim's official birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a more detailed description of what happened last week on Fathers' Day when we went to Jade Buddha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It took a long time for them to serve us our food. In a way, it is understandable because most of us asked for a well done steak and because of the wait, we were expecting it to be worth it. But three or four steaks was undercooked.&lt;br /&gt;- It took a long time for the waitress to bring our drinks.&lt;br /&gt;- We were booked on a smoking area and gave us a non-smoking table when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;- They were informed about needing a vegetarian meal days before when the reservation was made but when we got there, there was this huge fuss about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that unpleasant afternoon, Kimbo made sure that her complaints were heard and made sure that the service would be different this time for Tim's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened on Tim's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It took a long time for the waitresses to bring us out drink (before and after the meal).&lt;br /&gt;- The Five steaks were undercooked and as we had it redone, the manager took the steaks back to the chef and the chef was annoyed and was shaking his head and mouthing "fuck off" towards our table. This was seen as the chef on the grill was visible to the diners. I saw the chef being annoyed and Tammy saw the chef mouthed these atrocious words and as I looked at the chef to see if I should believe her, I witness this unfortunate incident myself, which led me to conclude that the mouthing of these words was done AT LEAST twice (that we know of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my experiences at Jade Buddha are both disappointing. I am one unsatisfied customer and I am not alone in this. Not only that they need to improve their customer relation skills, but also, the chef needs to be torched. The chef which was on duty on Sept 11, 2005 at exactly 4:26 p.m., which was the same chef that served us on Father's Day, if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112651254832400701?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112651254832400701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112651254832400701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112651254832400701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112651254832400701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/thumbs-down-for-jade-buddha-on-eagle.html' title='Thumbs down for Jade Buddha on Eagle St.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112651217236910555</id><published>2005-09-12T17:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:02:52.376+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpse Bride by Tim Burton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know anything about animation but its the same animation as  "The Nightmare Before Christmas" .  "Corpse Bride" is by Tim Burton. I'm looking forward to seeing this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/middle_bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/middle_bg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summary: Victor (Johnny Depp) is travelling home with his friend to get married to his fiancee Victoria (Emily Watson). The two stop to rest in the woods, and as a joke, Victor puts his wedding ring on a finger-shaped stick in the ground and says his wedding vows. The stick turns out to be a rotted finger belonging to a murdered girl (Helena Bonham-Carter), who returns as a zombie and insists that she is now Victor's lawfully wedded wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corpse Bride Summary&lt;/span&gt;, http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121164/plotsummary, Viewed at 12th Sept 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112651217236910555?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112651217236910555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112651217236910555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112651217236910555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112651217236910555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/corpse-bride-by-tim-burton.html' title='Corpse Bride by Tim Burton'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112633735249406460</id><published>2005-09-10T17:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T18:22:38.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootsie Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, I know that some of you are probably not cat-people and I know that sometimes, Bootsie is only adorable for me and Jerry because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're crazy&lt;/span&gt;. So, I'm creating a special section for Bootsie. Just click on "Bootsie Obsession" on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;categories&lt;/span&gt; to know what's happening with Bootsie and to see more pics of Bootsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to transfer the photos from my blog to "Bootsie Obsession" except for the first post (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bootsie is Back, May 6 2005&lt;/span&gt;) because that was my first post (ever) on this blog. I will still post that copy on Bootsie Obsession though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112633735249406460?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112633735249406460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112633735249406460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112633735249406460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112633735249406460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/bootsie-obsession.html' title='Bootsie Obsession'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112632649118184650</id><published>2005-09-10T14:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:29:06.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Trio - 9th Sept. 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, the 9th of Septmeber, was the birthday of three special people - Tim (Jerry's brother), my mom, and Colonel Sanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I called my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; that morning to wish her a happy birthday. She told me that my brother Zent woke up really early to make her breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday, the plan was that Me, Jerry, Mel, Tim, and Tammy are going over to Kimbo's for dinner but Tim didn't want to so the plan was cancelled. The real celebration would be tomorrow (Sunday) at the Jade Buddha by the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made a trip to KFC to get a bucket of chicken to celebrate the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colonel&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday. Jerry and I had a big KFC lunch at 3 p.m., in which afterwards, he got a phonecall saying that we're invited to Tim and Tammy's place for pizza. Mel and Jane are going to be there too. And so we did. I was so stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of the night, Jerry and I went to his office to pick up a coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112632649118184650?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112632649118184650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112632649118184650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112632649118184650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112632649118184650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-trio-9th-sept-2005.html' title='Birthday Trio - 9th Sept. 2005'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112607509115155982</id><published>2005-09-07T16:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:16:39.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;I was invited to go to “high tea”. It was supposed to happen yesterday (Tuesday). But there were some changes. We (me, Mel, and Kimbo) ended up going to Lutwyche Shopping Centre because they wanted to bargain hunt and Kimbo had to return a pair of shoes. She forgot her purse at home so she had to call up Chris to bring it by. Kimbo wasn’t feeling very well. She had an appointment to see the doctor at 2p.m. As soon as Chris arrived, they left. So Mel and I went to pay for the stuff then she drove me back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF084911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF084911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;We talked a bit. I showed her the cocktail book Kimbo and Chris lent me on father’s day. I discovered she likes creamy cocktails.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Jerry had to pick up Alex from school and I went with him. Mel left before we had to go to avoid heavy school traffic. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF08531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF08531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;He was picked up by Kimbo and Chris 20 minutes later.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Kimbo bought this multi-colored bracelet for $2 the other day. She showed me and told me that they have it in black and silver and I might like it. I didn’t think I would but when she gave it to me (well, actually, she gave it to Chris then Chris gave it to Jerry then Jerry gave it to me), it wasn’t bad at all. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-FAMILY: georgia"&gt;Jerry and I were supposed to walk Angel and Bolli today but it was cancelled because Jerry had to practice with Paul for their upcoming gig on the 23rd of September. It was confirmed just a few days ago. It’s going to be at the Jubilee Hotel in the Valley. I’m not letting go of the camera this time. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112607509115155982?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112607509115155982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112607509115155982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112607509115155982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112607509115155982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112588784800461249</id><published>2005-09-05T12:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:35:45.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers' Day in Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was father's day in Australia. I was told about the legend of this day. There's a retailer in Toowoomba that wanted to increase sales and invented mother's day. But of course, if you have mother's day, one should also have father's day. And there it began. I was told about this by Chris. I don't know if its a joke or not but I couldn't care less. I've always known that these are phoney holidays to make poeple feel important and special about themselves. Just like valentines day. But it's a chance for businesses to boom so here they are. Also, to boost one's self-esteem. And maybe in some ways, dads and moms deserve to have one special day of the year dedicated just for them. Especially with all the emotional and financial investment they made on their children. Anyway, I'm glad these holidays are with us. After all, it's an excuse to celebrate and have a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone chipped in to give Chris an engraved bolt necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We (Chris, kimbo, Melanie, Tim, Tammy, Jerry, and me) went to "Jade Buddha". Here's what we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/JadeBuddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/JadeBuddha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/jadebuddha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/jadebuddha2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kimbo had the seafood one. Melanine is vegetarian so the chef whipped up a special platter for her. Chris, Tim, Tammy, and Jerry had the steak. It wasn't cooked properly. Jerry and Tim asked for a well-done steak and it was still bleeding inside. They didn't finish theirs. Kimbo wrap them all up in a napkin to give to Bolli and Angel (her two canine babies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that we're going to be there (Jade Buddha) again on Tim's birthday, which is on the 9th of September (Also my mom's birthday and Colonel Sander's birthday). Also, on Jerry's, Suzie's, Kimbo's, and Kath's birthday (Suzie and Kath are Kimbo's girl friends), all those events are going to be held at Jade Buddha but it's not confirmed yet. It's four birthdays in one big event since all their birthdays are in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mel, Chris, Kimbo, Tim, Tammy were all smoking. Oh, what I wouldn't give to have one of those caressing my fingers again. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/Image%28147%291a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/Image%28147%291a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's kimbo, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jerry told Kimbo that I was trying to make Long Island Ice Tea the other day and I couldn't get it right because I'm lacking one ingredient. She lent me a cocktail book. It's quite interesting and I'm looking forward on experimenting. Kimbo invented a new cocktail. It was just lemon sorbet and vodka. She was having lemon sorbet one night and it hit her that it would go really nicely with vodka. Me, being a vodka drinker, tried some and liked it, which is kindda odd because I don't like lemon sorbet on its own. I remember last xmas, Jerry and I went to Noosa and Chris made this cocktail for me and Kimbo. I don't know what it's called. Anyway, Kimbo couldn't finish hers so she gave it to me. It tasted really good so I sculled it all. I was trashed a few minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112588784800461249?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112588784800461249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112588784800461249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112588784800461249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112588784800461249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/fathers-day-in-australia_05.html' title='Fathers&apos; Day in Australia'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112563917216664443</id><published>2005-09-02T14:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:14:57.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is an ashtray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/lr1813.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/lr1813.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't had a cigarette since the 4th of March (2005). I wasn't addicted, I just liked smoking. I can go for months without one. I remember that day distinctively for reasons that I will not disclose. It has been six months since my last one. I usually just smoke when I'm relaxing, bored, emotionally low or when comsuming an alcoholic beverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mind has been wandering endlessly about issues that I'm trying to fight and sometimes, the longing for a cigarette is strong enough to drown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember those times when I use to go to "Racks" (a restaurant in my home country) by myself and just sit by the window listening to the music I brought. Not many people go to this restaurant. Frankly, the service was terrible. The atmosphere and the fact that there aren't many people going to this place encouraged repeat visits from me. Racks was located a floor above ground and that allowed me to look down and watch the traffic and watch people walk pass in the middle of the day. I enjoyed those times where I can do that with a cigarette on my hand and a glass of ice tea in front of me. The feeling that I was detached from the rest of the world was what was achieved by this relaxing state. It's a package in which I am struggling to keep myself away from for a long time. Those were the days that I felt that my thoughts are the only company I have and want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An occasional guest was drawn to this ritual, if we dare call it that. Michelle Y., a good friend of mine, used to join me as I welcome her to this world that I found detached from everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But things have changed since then. To my heartbreak, they've closed down Racks - the one that I go to, anyway. There's another one but its quite a travel. It's even more of a distance now that I am out of that country. Agreeing not to smoke is even more of an agony, especially now that the feeling of lashing out is just a tick away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112563917216664443?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112563917216664443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112563917216664443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112563917216664443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112563917216664443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/09/world-is-ashtray.html' title='The world is an ashtray'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112495484613512119</id><published>2005-08-25T16:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:15:30.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hadn't had the time to update my blog before. But I do now. So here are a few stuff that happened that I haven't mentioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;font&gt; THE PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Jerry started going for runs a few weeks ago (might have been a month ago, I'm not sure). There are times that I go with him but I just go for walks. It's usually an hour. He's been doing that for at least once a week. He's trying to get fit. There's this path by the creek and thats where he goes for runs. There was a time that I went with him, brought some old bread and fed the ducks. Then we saw some eels trying to get in on it. I enjoyed feeding the eels more than the ducks because I don't like feathers that much. They're too soft. Anyway, below are some pictures that we took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF03521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF0352.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF03491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF0349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF03601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF0360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF02111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF0211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF038711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF03871.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was told that next time, Tim and Tammy are going with him (or us. I don't know if I'm going yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRUMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Jerry is trying to teach me how to play drums. I tried.. more practice is needed.. Ohwell, I'll be trying that again. I just need to get the hang of it and appreciate it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS'S AND KIMBO'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Every week, one day is set aside for Jerry's family to get together. This incudes Chris (Jerry's dad), Kimbo (Jerry's step mom), Melanine (Jerry's sister) Tim (Jerry's brother), Tammy (Tim's girlfriend), Alex (Jerry's half brother), and of course, Jerry and me. It's on Sunday. The last Sunday that we had "family night" was two Sundays ago. It wasn't really at night. It was at noon. Chris just got his dart board from the ekka and Tim and Tammy brought their own darts. I can't really play but what the heck, it was just for fun anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EKKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;For those people who doesn't know what it is, &lt;a href="http://www.ekka.com.au/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;. Jerry and I went to the ekka last week. There were animals and rides and games. We played a few games, won little prizes, had a few hotdogs, went on a few rides. Below is a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/DSCF0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/DSCF0627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That picture was taken while we're on a ferris wheel. That was the only ride that Jerry wanted to go on apart from the cable ride. We shared our cage with this other couple and this other girl was scared shitless. IT WAS A FERRIS WHEEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOGLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;I just downloaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Google talk"&lt;/span&gt;. Its a google messenger. They just released it. They're still updating it, obviously. So just keep an eye out for updates. You can download the messenger &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want. It's free. Use your GMail account to log in. If you don't have one, email me and I'll send you an invitation (This offer is only for poeple I know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/client.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/client.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Oh, another thing about google is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Google earth"&lt;/span&gt;. You can download it &lt;a href="http://earth.google.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's free. Google earth isn't that new but still quite new. Its a sattelite that zooms in to earth and its quite amazing how detailed it can get. Try searching for your house. Below is a picture of what it looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/callouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/callouts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112495484613512119?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112495484613512119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112495484613512119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112495484613512119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112495484613512119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/08/other-things-to-say.html' title='Other things to say'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112484537699009293</id><published>2005-08-24T10:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T14:21:16.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Mr. Romantic. My name is Lyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/DSCF06981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/DSCF06981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Yesterday (August 23, 2005), I went to the city to get a few accessories for our costumes then I went home. The plan was: grocery shopping must be done on that day. Jerry is going to drop me off at Lutwyche then pick up Kimbo (his step mom) from uni (she's taking flower arrangment classes. I dont know what its called.) then come back for me then get petrol. To my knowledge, thats what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get home, he forgot to get petrol so I had to go do it myself. When I came home a few minutes later, I walked in on a candle-lit room. Candles everywhere, huge flowers, romantic music playing in the background and he's making dinner. There wasn't any occassion whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to know how and why he did it. Here's how he did it: He dropped me off at lutwyche and then he came home and kimbo came over with the flowers and candles and helped him with the arrangements. Thats why she asked me the other day what my favorite flowers are. Apparently, he's been planning this since last week and people knew about it except for me. As to what possessed him to do it remains a mystery to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, we played UNO. Thats what we usually play when we got nothing else to do, but we haven't played in a while. Then we watched Frasier. He bought the DVD a while ago and I've been wanting to watch it ever since he got it and last night, we finally did. Frasier is one of my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a little bit about Jerry:&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't litter&lt;br /&gt;- He gets embarrass really easily&lt;br /&gt;- He blushes&lt;br /&gt;- He knows good music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- He's a hopeless romantic (flowers-sunset-cuddles-teddy bears-moments-chocolates-ice creams-love conquers all belief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; - He's a good drummer&lt;br /&gt;- He smells good with nothing on (cologne, I mean)&lt;br /&gt;- He looks good in red&lt;br /&gt;- He talks about the future&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't have a commitment phobia&lt;br /&gt;- He protects me from the mosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not use to it. I lived two decades of my life with nothing like that. So, hello there Mr. Romantic. Its nice to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112484537699009293?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112484537699009293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112484537699009293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112484537699009293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112484537699009293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-mr-romantic-my-name-is-lyn.html' title='Hello, Mr. Romantic. My name is Lyn'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112475800611896029</id><published>2005-08-23T10:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:16:17.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NIN - with teeth tour 2005 (August 22, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/tour_logo42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/400/tour_logo4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NEEDLE IN A MOSH PITT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Yes, I know I'm a big person but I felt so tiny last night when we went to see Nine Inch Nails. To some people the mosh isn't that rough but damn, huge people all around me and I couldn't see a damn thing! Cameras are not allowed in so its not like I have anything to look at when I get home. Trent looked so different now. He's BUFFED and his hair is really short. I didn't recognize him. I was confused. I thought maybe they changed the vocalist? But no, it sounded like Trent. I could hardly see anything especially from where I was standing. Even though we're at the floor area and close to the stage (but we had to move back because of the mosh), like I've said, huge people all around me. It sucks being short.. Anyway, my other senses are still working. So I listened and felt Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;NIN AFTER PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two after parties: at HMB and Faith. There was an official NIN after party and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Follow&lt;/span&gt; (they opened for NIN) is going to play at HMB. Anyway, we didn't go to either of them. We just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LINE UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few songs that they did:&lt;br /&gt;- March of the pigs&lt;br /&gt;- The wretched&lt;br /&gt;- Love is not enough&lt;br /&gt;- With teeth&lt;br /&gt;- Starfuckers&lt;br /&gt;- You know what you are&lt;br /&gt;- Only&lt;br /&gt;- Closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112475800611896029?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112475800611896029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112475800611896029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112475800611896029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112475800611896029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/08/nin-with-teeth-tour-2005-august-22.html' title='NIN - with teeth tour 2005 (August 22, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112469137918556985</id><published>2005-08-22T16:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:29:27.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>August 19, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/Lyn%20%26%20Jerry%20Caricature%202005-08-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/Lyn%20%26%20Jerry%20Caricature%202005-08-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112469137918556985?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112469137918556985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112469137918556985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112469137918556985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112469137918556985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-19-2005.html' title='August 19, 2005'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112260504068465161</id><published>2005-07-29T12:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:16:52.116+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's new plates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/DSCF00781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/DSCF00781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry got his new personalized plates the other day. And have I mentioned that he's a footy-head? I'm going to the grand final with him on October. Everything else that needed booking was booked before he bought the tickets for the event. Thats how excited he is about footy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112260504068465161?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112260504068465161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112260504068465161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112260504068465161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112260504068465161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/07/jerrys-new-plates.html' title='Jerry&apos;s new plates'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112260341453616345</id><published>2005-07-29T12:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:17:14.300+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My new mp3 player!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/1600/art_zen_pdt11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/74/718/320/art_zen_pdt11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is a bit crappy. It looks better in real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features (Taken from the "Creative" website):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;10,000 songs, 20GB capacity &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Superb audio clarity up to 96dB SNR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Large 1.65"LCD screen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mesmerising blue glow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up to 11 hrs playback time on a single battery charge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intuitive vertical touch pad control&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FM radio &amp; recorder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voice recorder &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Syncs with Microsoft Outlook® Contacts, Calendar &amp;amp; Tasks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removable storage feature &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;USB 2.0 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Access the widest selection of songs and music genres through Zen supported music services&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how good or bad the battery life really is because I haven't had the chance to continuously use it for more than 2 hours. The software is not as user friendly but nothing too complicated. I was hoping that its just plug, drag and drop but its not so I have to install the software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me two days to finish transferring everything but it was all worth it! Now I can listen to all my music anytime anywhere without havng to bring all those CDs with me and changing discs. No more wishing I have my Great Southern Trendkill CD because someone is giving me the shit or wishing I have my Strange Highways CD because I'm feeling joyful; No more skipping and glitches while walking; No more worrying that someone might steal my CDs; No more being really careful with my backpack to avoid damaging the CDs. But of course, now, I have to be careful with this new machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, I'm quite satisfied. All I need now are speakers (decent ones) for my laptop. Which I've been meaning to get but just couldn't be bothered to look because I use my stereo to play music and Jerrys media computer is available for use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112260341453616345?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112260341453616345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112260341453616345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112260341453616345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112260341453616345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-new-mp3-player.html' title='My new mp3 player!'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-112001047236124595</id><published>2005-06-29T11:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:17:53.333+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Cooper - Dirty Diamonds Tour 2005 (June 28, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chris (Jerry's dad) saw Alice Cooper in the city. If only I could've stayed in the city a little while longer yesterday, I could've met him myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dirty Diamonds" is Alice Cooper's new album and this was the Dirty Diamonds Tour 2005! It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the whole line up but here are a few songs that he did:&lt;br /&gt;- Billion dollar babies&lt;br /&gt;- I never cry&lt;br /&gt;- Poison&lt;br /&gt;- School's out&lt;br /&gt;- Welcome to my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;- Feed my frankenstein&lt;br /&gt;- Only women bleed&lt;br /&gt;- What do you want from me&lt;br /&gt;- No more Mr. Nice guy&lt;br /&gt;- Dirty diamonds&lt;br /&gt;- Woman of mass distraction&lt;br /&gt;- I'm eighteen&lt;br /&gt;- Lost in America&lt;br /&gt;- Under my wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pictures above are the only good ones from all the pictures that we took. But it doesn't matter, we were there and we lived it! The crowd was tamed and to my disappointment, there are seats and no floor area. But nevertheless, it was a pretty damn good show! Alice, rock on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-112001047236124595?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/112001047236124595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=112001047236124595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112001047236124595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/112001047236124595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/06/alice-cooper-dirty-diamonds-tour-2005.html' title='Alice Cooper - Dirty Diamonds Tour 2005 (June 28, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111819438734532692</id><published>2005-06-08T11:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:18:05.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A hotdog is more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/hot-dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/hot-dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; People can get them everywhere. Might it be at a convenience store, grocery store, fast food joint, snack bars, etc. Hotdogs are being served at events (i.e. ball game). If you're hungry and wanting a snack, hotdogs will always be there for you. You can put anything on them.. katsup (fine! tomato sauce), mustard, mayonaise, BBQ sauce, onions, chilli, swet chilli, bacon bits, etc. You name it! You can be as creative as you want. My all time favorite is just mayonaise on my sandwich. Squishy mayonaise getting in between my teeth and caressing my mouth.... the soft succulent meat dancing on my tongue.. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My first memory of a hotdog is when I was a kid when my dad used to sneak me out in the middle of the night to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burger Machine&lt;/span&gt; and get a hotdog sandwich. Not even a sandwich at times. Sometimes, its just a hotdog on a stick. The stick wasn't even a stick. It was a red straw. A juicy hotdog.. I remember it well.. I don't know if its the hotdog I enjoyed or the fact that my dad and I are in cahoots but from then on to this day, I long for hotdogs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111819438734532692?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111819438734532692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111819438734532692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111819438734532692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111819438734532692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/06/hotdog-is-more.html' title='A hotdog is more'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111781731233154504</id><published>2005-06-04T02:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:18:13.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanky Panky (June 3, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so proud of their performance last night. They were awesome. If only I had some pictures to show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, Josh, and Paul had a gig at 610 Ann Street in the valley. We went there early enough for them to have time to practice. Me, just sitting there as the audience, have decided to take pictures of them setting up and practicing. Jerry, Josh, Paul, and I were coming and going till the first band started to play at 9pm. I ended up at the door trying to scout people to pay $5 to see the bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:45pm, Jerry, Josh, and Paul are on. I went inside to get ready to watch them play and document the event but I never had a chance to do that since some fucking ass fucker stole the fuckin camera! All those pictures of the venue and of Jerry, Josh, and Paul setting up and practicing are gone because of some low life ass licker who couldn't be bothered to get off their asses to get their own fuckin camera that they felt the need to steal ours! I have my own fuckin reasons as to why this fuckin gig is so fuckin important! Even though I know that the clepto who stole the fuckin camera won't be able to read this because that maniac is probably too busy lickin its mother's pussy, here's to you: Ask your mother to shove her fingers up your fuckin ass and maybe she can find your fuckin brains up there and shove it up your nose to put it back to your fuckin head and for once, use it! Give the fuckin camera back! There's the fuckin number at the bottom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111781731233154504?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111781731233154504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111781731233154504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111781731233154504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111781731233154504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/06/hanky-panky-june-3-2005.html' title='Hanky Panky (June 3, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111746375808966751</id><published>2005-05-31T00:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:18:42.663+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three great events are about to happen in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/span&gt; is going to be performing at the Brisbane Convention Centre on June 28, 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/aliceticketbanner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/aliceticketbanner1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already got my ticket for that one. That would be a good way to celebrate the end of the term (uni) since my last day of exam would be on June 17, 2005. I don't mind waiting 11 days before celebrating. Just the other day, I saw a guy who looked like Alice Cooper. Wouldn't it be great if it really was Alice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Secondly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/span&gt; is touring too! Guess which country is included! Guess which CITY is included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They've released a new album called WITH TEETH. I just bought one this morning on my way to uni. Good thing I have my discman with me. That gave me a chance to listen to it right away and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/splashcover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/splashcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's the album cover. NIN is performing on August 22, 2005 at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre. Bought the tickets. They're on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but most defenitely NOT the least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Motley Crue&lt;/span&gt; is... well, if you don't know then you're just fuckin stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/intro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/intro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're performing at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre on December 4, 2005. Its a reunion tour. Motorhead is supporting. I'm not really that familiar with their (Motorhead) stuff. Jerry is a fan of Motorhead and for him, seeing just Motorhead would be worth it. As for me, I'm more excited about being there for Motley Crue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got the tickets! They were even being promoted at uni. Nothing big though. Just flyers. But promotion is promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They've released a new 2-disc compilation album (plus three new songs, I believe) called "Red, White, &amp; Crue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/md_221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/md_22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there you go. Three great events that Jerry and I are most defenitely going to be a part of. How's that for a rockin year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111746375808966751?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111746375808966751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111746375808966751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746375808966751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746375808966751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/05/events_31.html' title='Events'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111746336179055940</id><published>2005-05-31T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:18:48.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Origin (May 25, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/P52556252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/P52556251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, so Jerry is a footy guy and he's been bringing me to footy games. So far, I've only missed one. He has 2 season tickets. Last Wednesday (May 25, 2005) was the State of Origin. Tickets were sold out. So instead, he had a State of Origin party and summoned all his footy and non-footy friends to watch the game. Me, not being one of the "footy people", just sat there, tried to watch the game and watch them yell at the tv. Funny, that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111746336179055940?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111746336179055940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111746336179055940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746336179055940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746336179055940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/05/state-of-origin-may-25-2005.html' title='State of Origin (May 25, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111746256914001397</id><published>2005-05-31T00:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:18:54.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Storm (May 20, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/IMG_6982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/400/IMG_6982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a huge hail storm 2 weeks ago. There was no forecast about a storm beforehand. We had an electrical emergency since water was leaking from the roof and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; the lightbulb itself. The switch is off but the bulb was a bit lit somehow. Jerry took care of everything. There were phonecalls made and received all night. The next day, the electrician came and fixed... I don't know what.. but all's good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111746256914001397?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111746256914001397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111746256914001397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746256914001397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746256914001397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/05/hail-storm-may-20-2005.html' title='Hail Storm (May 20, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9698361.post-111746085773250994</id><published>2005-05-30T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:20:11.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bootsie is back (May 6, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/1024/IMG_6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/2715/200/IMG_6862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bootsie went missing for at least a month. Jerry and I searched for him, put up flyers and notices and planned on doing a letter box drop. Before we get a chance to do that, Jerry got a call from some guy saying that a cat has been hanging around the Thistle Club. Its just down the road. We went there right away and picked up Bootsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, all the doors are locked and all the windows are shut. Its such a bother having to bring my keys all the time even if I'm just going downstairs. But he's under house arrest and its going to remain that way for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9698361-111746085773250994?l=lyns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/feeds/111746085773250994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9698361&amp;postID=111746085773250994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746085773250994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9698361/posts/default/111746085773250994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyns.blogspot.com/2005/05/bootsie-is-back-may-6-2005.html' title='Bootsie is back (May 6, 2005)'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00285210436302405871</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
