<?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-2560772554145632587</id><updated>2011-07-29T17:15:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the way that I say</title><subtitle type='html'>I need You</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-4831750573970991095</id><published>2010-06-10T19:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:30:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-its.</title><content type='html'>Hey All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't already know, I'm flying across the ocean next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very sorry that I haven't been very faithful at keeping this blog...okay take that back, not faithful &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt; but...I promise to try to keep you all updated on my happenings.&amp;nbsp; If not on here, I will on facebook.&amp;nbsp; I might just keep a blog on facebook...it's easier so check there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, thanks so much for everything.&amp;nbsp; I could get into all the deets of the random, funny, helpful, and encouraging things each of you have done but you know it.&amp;nbsp; love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, keep in touch.&amp;nbsp; I so so so want to know what you're up to!&amp;nbsp; Msn, facebook, email, skype, or wherever....it's ONLY a 12 hour  difference (morning here, night there &amp;amp; vice versa).&amp;nbsp; I promise to make time to talk.&amp;nbsp; I will miss you all sooooo  much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love God and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4831750573970991095?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4831750573970991095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4831750573970991095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4831750573970991095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4831750573970991095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2010/06/post-its.html' title='post-its.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1195618007536551840</id><published>2010-02-02T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:03:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppose to Be.</title><content type='html'>When the first crossroads appeared, I wrestled just like anybody else.&amp;nbsp; Prayed hard.&amp;nbsp; Thought for days.&amp;nbsp; Ached.&amp;nbsp; I finally made my choice to go, to walk away, to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I didn't want to.&amp;nbsp; Everybody told me to stay.&amp;nbsp; I needed, wanted everybody to still be there, part of my world, cause I knew that once I went, it would never quite be the same again.&amp;nbsp; But I did the right thing despite what everybody said, despite what I wanted, I did it cause I thought it was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now whenever something happens...I question that choice.&amp;nbsp; During the long, hard hours, my first wish is to run back.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't easier there, but at least it felt safer...my comfort zone.&amp;nbsp; Watching the negative take hold of the people I love best, I wonder if I made the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what's going to happen.&amp;nbsp; Idk why I had to walk away and I guess leave everyone and everything to fend for themselves.&amp;nbsp; Idk why I feel like I'm in a place where everything I do is totally useless and has little value.&amp;nbsp; The days are long, but you know what...I know I'm in the right place.&amp;nbsp; Technically, I'm doing nothing but this is where I'm suppose to be even if it just gives me the chance to breathe (you know how short I am of time to breathe!) and bond w/ God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll slog out the next 8 months as long as I'm in the right place w/ You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1195618007536551840?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1195618007536551840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1195618007536551840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1195618007536551840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1195618007536551840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2010/02/suppose-to-be.html' title='Suppose to Be.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4128959706114050767</id><published>2009-10-31T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:07:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this&amp;that.</title><content type='html'>Because I love Ryan, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think that the 30 mins before your SAT scores come out are worse than the 30mins before taking the SAT&lt;/b&gt; because my sister gives a running commentary on how many more minutes before the scores are out.&amp;nbsp; At least before you take the test, you can stop yourself from checking the time by looking at all the ppl and seeing who looks...smart.&amp;nbsp; (It's a great hobby of mine.) You can't exactly stop a sister's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; love shocking my sister&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She was w/ me the moment I checked my scores and went crazy.&amp;nbsp; She started PACING and omg-ing 30x.&amp;nbsp; The best part...she lay down on the &lt;i&gt;floor&lt;/i&gt; freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is a genius.&amp;nbsp; She told me she got 7 A's out of 8 when she was in high school.&amp;nbsp; Guess what she didn't get an A in?&amp;nbsp; Biology.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Welcome to the "I hate science" family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I submitted 2 of 4 of my college applications this wk.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Please pray that I'll get accepted AND win a scholarship at the right place.&amp;nbsp; It's more than doing well...I need God! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm surviving at work&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Malay is a big problem, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, &lt;b&gt;I'm still studying&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Two more exams in May!&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp;they're a lot harder than SATs.&amp;nbsp; Don't say "yeah right"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm starting to doubt whether I made the right decisions so &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; back me&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will stay strong&lt;/b&gt;. :) "Courage is not the absence of fear but the judgment that something is more important than fear." ---Ambrose Redmoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4128959706114050767?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4128959706114050767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4128959706114050767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4128959706114050767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4128959706114050767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/10/this.html' title='this&amp;that.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-6877365550655050608</id><published>2009-06-21T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:45:34.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/Sj3taFoQyeI/AAAAAAAAHgg/8gsUhNSD8kw/s1600-h/IMG_2525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/Sj3taFoQyeI/AAAAAAAAHgg/8gsUhNSD8kw/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was remembering those days.&amp;nbsp; The day when we played in the hay and built scarecrows just for fun.&amp;nbsp; The day you made weird riddles while memorizing.&amp;nbsp; The day we talked about what you wanted to do for God.&amp;nbsp; The day we were family.&amp;nbsp; The pictures, the goofy faces, the SURPRISES.&amp;nbsp; I was glad to call you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not missing you if that's what you think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm regretting&lt;/span&gt; who you've become.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; What happened to you?&amp;nbsp; To the you who &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;loved God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and loved life.&amp;nbsp; To the you who was the sun for glommy people.&amp;nbsp; To the you who didn't swear and who always was such fun to talk to.&amp;nbsp; To the you I trusted and respected.&amp;nbsp; Why is it &lt;i&gt;all gone&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;nbsp; I know you've changed.&amp;nbsp; So have I.&amp;nbsp; But lose everything important along the way?&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;change your values&lt;/b&gt;?&amp;nbsp; What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend, I will always care, and you will always be my friend, but whether I can always respect you, that's up to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6877365550655050608?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6877365550655050608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6877365550655050608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6877365550655050608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6877365550655050608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-to-you.html' title='up to you.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/Sj3taFoQyeI/AAAAAAAAHgg/8gsUhNSD8kw/s72-c/IMG_2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-4194884829325064858</id><published>2009-06-03T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:01:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello everyone!!! :P (btw, this isn't Lydia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Lydia's f&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: yellow;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;iend............... me. :) I wil leave it to you guys to find out who I am. Clue, it's in the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ok so, Lydia, she is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could t&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;pe infinty very's &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd u WOULDN'T know how busy she is. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She has a presentation tomorrow at some college. And she is eati&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g yogurt and mango. :) (random, right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;AHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha ok i think Lydia thinks I've said enough. C u guys! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Signed, ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4194884829325064858?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4194884829325064858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4194884829325064858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4194884829325064858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4194884829325064858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-me.html' title='Its ME!!!!'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-3180930491857530099</id><published>2009-04-03T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:47:54.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SdYF2kfxObI/AAAAAAAAHf0/OaQScgIPxcA/s1600-h/easter_lights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SdYF2kfxObI/AAAAAAAAHf0/OaQScgIPxcA/s320/easter_lights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love always protects, always trusts,&lt;br /&gt;Always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, DO I need to be all that rite now.&lt;br /&gt;To everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for snapping.&amp;nbsp; Sorry for being impatient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry for complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been a bit rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for bearing with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You've been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3180930491857530099?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3180930491857530099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3180930491857530099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3180930491857530099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3180930491857530099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets.html' title='Let&apos;s.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SdYF2kfxObI/AAAAAAAAHf0/OaQScgIPxcA/s72-c/easter_lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-5942805782482428902</id><published>2009-01-24T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:41:30.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People and everything in between.</title><content type='html'>Oki dokes!&amp;nbsp; I have a few days off!&amp;nbsp; =D&amp;nbsp; I won't really do the updates rite now even though there have been quite a lot, but just something bout the last few thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought: You're just one person in SIX billion.&amp;nbsp; Six billion, mind you. &lt;br /&gt;Second thought: Everybody who knows you has an opinion about you &lt;b&gt;whether you like it or not&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Third thought: Talking doesn't change ANYthing.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth thought: What people think doesn't matter all the time.&amp;nbsp; It just matters what the RIGHT people think.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth thought: You make mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, so what does all that have to do with anything?&amp;nbsp; A whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, acceptance is a big thing to most of us rite?&amp;nbsp; Like c'mon, duh it is.&amp;nbsp; All of us want to be accepted, and all of us make an opinion about whether a person is "our type" or not, pretty much whether they're cool or not.&amp;nbsp; And all of us hate it when we hear someone saying something against us.&amp;nbsp; But then, we also talk a lot about other people and their ways.&amp;nbsp; So maybe it's a two way thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wrong, and I'm gonna stop.&amp;nbsp; I've talked my bit about other people, but hey, it doesn't make my life any better, and it's not like I've run out of things to talk about.&amp;nbsp; Cause I've learned a big lesson: you can't judge a person's actions if you don't know the full picture.&amp;nbsp; You'll just end up the loser, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get it back; people talking about me.&amp;nbsp; So what can I do?&amp;nbsp; I mean everybody already has an opinion about me and I can't change it.&amp;nbsp; It's awful when it's something bad, but you know what as long as I know I'm doing the right thing, and real friends won't talk till they know the true picture.&amp;nbsp; Like I always tell myself: &lt;b&gt;the truth always stands out.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; No matter what.&amp;nbsp; It may take a while, but it always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip, it kills big time.&amp;nbsp; Like wildfire.&amp;nbsp; If you just let it go, it'll eventually head to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5942805782482428902?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5942805782482428902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5942805782482428902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5942805782482428902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5942805782482428902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-and-everything-in-between.html' title='People and everything in between.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1001176396488887957</id><published>2009-01-15T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:45:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the positive side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/2159838739_c55e07aca0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/2159838739_c55e07aca0.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fai thought the uth hall was cold enough to be snowing today.&lt;br /&gt;Rule#1: never sit next to Fai if you plan on being serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many laughs today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a GREAT day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&amp;nbsp; I needed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1001176396488887957?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1001176396488887957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1001176396488887957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1001176396488887957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1001176396488887957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2009/01/positive-side.html' title='the positive side.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2173/2159838739_c55e07aca0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-7087787191759209279</id><published>2009-01-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:02:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>so I &lt;b&gt;screamed out loud&lt;/b&gt;, and now, I feel loooveeelyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I did not scream.&amp;nbsp; Not like you &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; hear me scream.&amp;nbsp; As my sis says when I say, "If you do that, I'll scream." "I'll do it just to hear you scream."&amp;nbsp; Cause I somehow can't =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with laughter, BIG BIG smiles! (I tell you, toooo cute!) and for brightening my day, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;My voice is messed up =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&amp;nbsp; One cause: Sleeping late.&amp;nbsp; argh.&lt;br /&gt;Math testttt! =/&lt;br /&gt;I went biking. HAH. yup, I did =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SWx_n5UxSbI/AAAAAAAAHes/IJTMcK8DnS0/s1600-h/11.8.07+%285%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SWx_n5UxSbI/AAAAAAAAHes/IJTMcK8DnS0/s320/11.8.07+%285%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well.&amp;nbsp; We're praying for you! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7087787191759209279?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7087787191759209279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-1636959714540929224</id><published>2009-01-12T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:06:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do.</title><content type='html'>you know what, I should just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what I wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;Do what I wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being silent.&lt;br /&gt;Scream out loud. =)&lt;br /&gt;Trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Do something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh till it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Make words out of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Huuuggg.&lt;br /&gt;Step out.&lt;br /&gt;Be content. &lt;br /&gt;Make a choice and not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what I really think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YOU'LL ACTUALLY KNOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1636959714540929224?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-6776183003274974720</id><published>2009-01-08T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:16:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything changes when it's perfect.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And nothing changes when you want it to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weirdly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6776183003274974720?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6776183003274974720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>what is has to be.</title><content type='html'>A really belated &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started.&amp;nbsp; SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;French class starts tonight.&amp;nbsp; AHH.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the word &lt;i&gt;after&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of what-not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for &lt;b&gt;human beings &lt;/b&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&amp;nbsp; It'll be a really packed year for me.&amp;nbsp; Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6700195517501250016?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6700195517501250016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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bygone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDItxiqZI/AAAAAAAAHeM/cwq-yyPtBR8/s1600-h/2006.12.25+%2815%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDItxiqZI/AAAAAAAAHeM/cwq-yyPtBR8/s320/2006.12.25+%2815%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;uhh, forgive the duh face =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDaw26GRI/AAAAAAAAHeU/1zamcmAC-Mg/s1600-h/2007.12.23+-+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDaw26GRI/AAAAAAAAHeU/1zamcmAC-Mg/s320/2007.12.23+-+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cambodia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDc8M7GiI/AAAAAAAAHec/Iya0hDMGAj4/s1600-h/12.25.08+%2824%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVXDc8M7GiI/AAAAAAAAHec/Iya0hDMGAj4/s320/12.25.08+%2824%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have the rest somewhere I can't find...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But gosh, years go by, each unique.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Will it ever be the same again?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Different things to experience all the time. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-641337633500637138?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/641337633500637138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-6944112798838029708</id><published>2008-12-24T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:21:22.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red&amp;green.</title><content type='html'>The only hang out time when you can &lt;b&gt;hear the silence&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVDb8FO-FdI/AAAAAAAAHd8/bDC-HIm3XsM/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SVDb8FO-FdI/AAAAAAAAHd8/bDC-HIm3XsM/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you play this.&lt;br /&gt;The awesome work of two pairs of sisters =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; more pieces to take out, fifteen levels higher. whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOYYY the &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; few days of vaca!&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/2560772554145632587-6944112798838029708?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6944112798838029708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6944112798838029708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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prayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SU48uzTqC1I/AAAAAAAAHdc/11yTOEj0nbo/s1600-h/521722422_7f1acf345d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SU48uzTqC1I/AAAAAAAAHdc/11yTOEj0nbo/s320/521722422_7f1acf345d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Heal&lt;/b&gt; my heart &amp;amp; make it clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open up my eyes&lt;/b&gt; to the things unseen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me how to love like &lt;i&gt;You have loved me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Break my heart&lt;/b&gt; for what breaks Yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1135148102432342674?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1135148102432342674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1135148102432342674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1135148102432342674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1135148102432342674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-prayer.html' title='my prayer...'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SU48uzTqC1I/AAAAAAAAHdc/11yTOEj0nbo/s72-c/521722422_7f1acf345d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-7475392454264850203</id><published>2008-12-20T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:34:24.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause it changed me.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I had realized..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I missed the chance to make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;And I never said &lt;i&gt;thanks&lt;/i&gt; for helping me take another step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All jumbled up inside of me.&amp;nbsp; I should talk..&lt;br /&gt;But it always seemed better to keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; .....I think too much (:&lt;br /&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/2560772554145632587-7475392454264850203?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7475392454264850203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7475392454264850203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7475392454264850203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7475392454264850203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/cause-it-changed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1980223062767990193</id><published>2008-12-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:38:45.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season.</title><content type='html'>I think I have sleeping probs....1) I'm sleepy at five in the evening every day.&amp;nbsp; Like c'mon, you're not even suppose to be ever sleepy during vaca (cause you get to sleep loads!)&amp;nbsp; 2) I wake up at 7.30 every morn no matter how tired I still am and no matter how hard I try to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I remembered a hilariously funny Christmas song called "No Time to Diet."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Dashing through the mashed potatoes and the candy yams, don't forget the dressing, hurry up and say the blessing, Christmas time is no time, no time to diet..so grab a fork and dive right in&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha.&amp;nbsp; What's worse to know is I HAAADDD to dance to that song.&amp;nbsp; don't ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/SC94SNL/HomeAlone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/SC94SNL/HomeAlone.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I finally watched this.&amp;nbsp; I know, outdated, but it was funny! =D&amp;nbsp; Andddd it's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here.&amp;nbsp; It's raining ICE in Maine.&amp;nbsp; No snow.&amp;nbsp; I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1980223062767990193?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1980223062767990193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1980223062767990193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1980223062767990193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1980223062767990193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;tis the season.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-5781501013966831111</id><published>2008-12-11T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:55:12.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wildflowers all around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.pbase.com/v3/81/570581/2/45255911.Onestepatatime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SUDHUUVe-LI/AAAAAAAAHdU/MM8l2gxP_w0/s1600-h/45255911.Onestepatatime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SUDHUUVe-LI/AAAAAAAAHdU/MM8l2gxP_w0/s400/45255911.Onestepatatime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning to take steps once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5781501013966831111?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5781501013966831111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5781501013966831111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5781501013966831111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5781501013966831111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/wildflowers-all-around.html' title='wildflowers all around.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SUDHUUVe-LI/AAAAAAAAHdU/MM8l2gxP_w0/s72-c/45255911.Onestepatatime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-4471907864841272414</id><published>2008-12-08T20:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:35:33.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footprints in the sand.</title><content type='html'>A busy vaca, but full of fun.&amp;nbsp; It's doing me a world of good.&amp;nbsp; I have more than enough of school and all the what-not =P &lt;i&gt;if you get what I mean&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's been outings, trips, movies, shopping (hehe), and more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to PD for a few days, helping out an orphanage camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rizla&lt;/b&gt;: it's so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: take off your jacket.&amp;nbsp; here, I'll help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rizla&lt;/b&gt;: no, dowan, too sexy lahh. afterward boys see..(she was wearing a pink dress.)&lt;br /&gt;I just lovvvveee kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Y-HWjhKI/AAAAAAAAHcg/FpKTu3fbAw4/s1600-h/PICT0997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Y-HWjhKI/AAAAAAAAHcg/FpKTu3fbAw4/s320/PICT0997.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derek.&lt;br /&gt;They were all so willing to pose...they'd take the cam and take pics of themselves.&amp;nbsp; so cutee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0XValYgbI/AAAAAAAAHbQ/l-7l1V8zrd0/s1600-h/PICT0892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0XValYgbI/AAAAAAAAHbQ/l-7l1V8zrd0/s320/PICT0892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jody, my little helper =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0XdKOGaRI/AAAAAAAAHbY/_H0-XZaryz8/s1600-h/PICT0898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0XdKOGaRI/AAAAAAAAHbY/_H0-XZaryz8/s320/PICT0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melvin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Xu_6aW-I/AAAAAAAAHbo/IKB2MduRtIw/s1600-h/PICT0906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Xu_6aW-I/AAAAAAAAHbo/IKB2MduRtIw/s320/PICT0906.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel..&lt;br /&gt;He's so polite and responsible.&amp;nbsp; Every meal, he'll greet me, "hello, lydia jie jie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0X3FGdOhI/AAAAAAAAHbw/5FiBXfhiL3A/s1600-h/PICT0907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0X3FGdOhI/AAAAAAAAHbw/5FiBXfhiL3A/s320/PICT0907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Jackson! also known as Joe, haha.&lt;br /&gt;guess how old he is?&amp;nbsp; if you get it rite, I'll buy you ice cream =)&amp;nbsp; anyways, when he says his name, he'll do the michael jackson salute, and he walks w/ a certain swing.&amp;nbsp; He's hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0X-4eDPmI/AAAAAAAAHb4/D_a2BOgYEs8/s1600-h/PICT0920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0X-4eDPmI/AAAAAAAAHb4/D_a2BOgYEs8/s320/PICT0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grace *in the background* waiting to be hugged and Samantha - so lovely big eyes! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0YuxwCKBI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/egCW2bYGTlo/s1600-h/PICT0974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0YuxwCKBI/AAAAAAAAHcQ/egCW2bYGTlo/s320/PICT0974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rizla. Selena.&amp;nbsp; Teff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0W0IX3WkI/AAAAAAAAHa4/tGvEnUqOuj0/s1600-h/PICT0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0W0IX3WkI/AAAAAAAAHa4/tGvEnUqOuj0/s320/PICT0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0ZRAvUS8I/AAAAAAAAHcw/7cBktWqaPtc/s1600-h/PICT1084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0ZRAvUS8I/AAAAAAAAHcw/7cBktWqaPtc/s320/PICT1084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Y2RXkWJI/AAAAAAAAHcY/nCRJmWMSndY/s1600-h/PICT0976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Y2RXkWJI/AAAAAAAAHcY/nCRJmWMSndY/s320/PICT0976.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They all just wanted to be loved and hugged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Xla2gUyI/AAAAAAAAHbg/omw4KhA6gYs/s1600-h/PICT0901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Xla2gUyI/AAAAAAAAHbg/omw4KhA6gYs/s320/PICT0901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Please do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; touch the system. Kindly &lt;b&gt;handle&lt;/b&gt; with care." uhh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, we had a lotta GRC imitates.&lt;br /&gt;Same names..Jia Yu, Shaun Choo (same last name!), Kenji...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "Gilbert."&amp;nbsp; There was this boy who so acted like Gilbert, tall and thin too.&amp;nbsp; He talked &amp;amp; played w/ a soccer ball like him.&amp;nbsp; According to Josh, Gilbert is a better player, but obviously, I don't notice boys' skills. heh.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0W0IX3WkI/AAAAAAAAHa4/tGvEnUqOuj0/s1600-h/PICT0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0YmU6pWxI/AAAAAAAAHcI/2R1dYaIIDDo/s1600-h/PICT0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0YmU6pWxI/AAAAAAAAHcI/2R1dYaIIDDo/s320/PICT0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Celinee!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm just a very tease-able person...People who just knew me were teasing my Malay, and everything I said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wow. tsk tsk =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got &lt;b&gt;sooo&lt;/b&gt; much out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Footprints in the sand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4471907864841272414?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4471907864841272414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4471907864841272414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4471907864841272414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4471907864841272414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/footprints-in-sand.html' title='footprints in the sand.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/ST0Y-HWjhKI/AAAAAAAAHcg/FpKTu3fbAw4/s72-c/PICT0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-8996914042380093606</id><published>2008-12-04T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:02:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird memories.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered one odd moment in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about &lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;him*.&amp;nbsp; It went like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh, I added him on facebook.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;for what!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for fun, laughter, &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh shush.&amp;nbsp; how?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;uhh, you can find, duh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;are you serious..you added him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you really...!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes lahh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause* &lt;i&gt;Seriously?! don't lie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeeeeeessssssssss.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;*telling someone else*&lt;i&gt; he went and........I can't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many times you want me to say I'm serious?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looking at pics* &lt;b&gt;that's him rite?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;uhh, nope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8996914042380093606?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8996914042380093606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8996914042380093606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8996914042380093606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8996914042380093606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird-memories.html' title='weird memories.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-7340136805846189663</id><published>2008-11-29T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:21:21.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/philadelphia/1/0/x/D/1/christmas_lights_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDj41RNcqI/AAAAAAAAHao/ZAAg5a3794w/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDj41RNcqI/AAAAAAAAHao/ZAAg5a3794w/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanksgiving came and went...without a word.&amp;nbsp; I dunno but for me, thanksgiving is one of my&lt;i&gt; favorite&lt;/i&gt; holidays, not because I stuff myself --- or maybe I do =P --- but because it's &lt;b&gt;the start of all the fun!&lt;/b&gt; =)&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving day itself was always awesomely fun, and the day after that, all the Christmas lights and deco would start coming out.&amp;nbsp; Every house inside and outside would be all lighted up like a storybook, really! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDj24255mI/AAAAAAAAHag/NoGt098MRXM/s1600-h/christmas_lights_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDj24255mI/AAAAAAAAHag/NoGt098MRXM/s400/christmas_lights_14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what also was the best was the spirit.&amp;nbsp; It was a holiday season that started off in thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; Thanking God and each other for a year blessed, and then ending in giving, Christmas with hearts shining the light of joy, kindness, and love.&amp;nbsp; So...for me, I'm gonna end this year well.&amp;nbsp; The last bit can be the best bit or it can be the worst bit so don't give up, keep smiling, keep going =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lastly but not least, I'm gonna start the fun rolling! =D&amp;nbsp; That means thanking...somehow, this year has been...different.&amp;nbsp; I dunno, but I've learned a lot this year about acceptance, contentment, joy, realizing what you have, and being yourself...about wishing less and accepting more, about wanting less and just making do, about caring less and doing what you want, about being blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDo1azHtUI/AAAAAAAAHaw/jaVo1XfmRpM/s1600-h/beautiful-christmas-lights1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDo1azHtUI/AAAAAAAAHaw/jaVo1XfmRpM/s320/beautiful-christmas-lights1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just a world of Your own.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me from all that I knew&lt;br /&gt;Showed me how it feels to hope &lt;br /&gt;With You with me, facing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Together, I can learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm living in a lion's mouth, but the lion is an angel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7340136805846189663?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7340136805846189663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7340136805846189663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7340136805846189663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7340136805846189663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/STDj41RNcqI/AAAAAAAAHao/ZAAg5a3794w/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-8708826147608908252</id><published>2008-11-25T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:25:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the start of endless days, I wish.</title><content type='html'>So how has my first few days of vaca gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been folding letters for mailing until I have paper cuts and know how to fold an A4 paper into thirds at the first try.&amp;nbsp; That is a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; feat.&amp;nbsp; you try! =P&amp;nbsp; Stacks and stacks and stacks of letters.&amp;nbsp; It's called child labor.&amp;nbsp; Gah.&amp;nbsp; kidding! =D&amp;nbsp; I've been at World Vision, helping my mom.&amp;nbsp; Anybody wanna join meee? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...I wrote down all the things I said I was gonna do but never got around to doing cause I wanted to finish them this vaca.&amp;nbsp; I thought it'll just be a few, but it came up to around FORTY.&amp;nbsp; There goes the dream of having nothing to do.&amp;nbsp; But don't worry, it's not all that bad as half of the so-called things to do, benefit me a lot...you know like go watch a movie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clocking out. 9:25pm.&amp;nbsp; Sleeping late is not on my list, but then it all depends on my mood =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8708826147608908252?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8708826147608908252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8708826147608908252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8708826147608908252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8708826147608908252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-start-of-endless-days-i-wish.html' title='And the start of endless days, I wish.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-7778653718485343608</id><published>2008-11-21T17:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:18:23.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what time is it?</title><content type='html'>5...4...3...2...1...0 days.&amp;nbsp; SCHOOL'S OUT!&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I'm veeerrryy happy.&amp;nbsp; I know everybody's like not looking forward to the boredom, but...I'm glad that I actually now have time to kill, and have NOTHING to do.&amp;nbsp; Like imagine, no homework.&amp;nbsp; no thinking/memorizing/understanding.&amp;nbsp; no science.&amp;nbsp; no &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; probability.&amp;nbsp; no busy-ness.&amp;nbsp; woohoo! FUN! =D&amp;nbsp; But probably, in a week or two, I'll be wishing it wasn't vaca.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our awards nite went well.&amp;nbsp; That's like our end of the year event thingy-majigy.&amp;nbsp; I got a lot of "exercise"...climbing tables, walking in circles --- literally!&amp;nbsp; =P&amp;nbsp; The drama was...the drama.&amp;nbsp; I didn't really have much opinion cause I stopped bothering to listen after hearing it a million times, but I'm sure it sounded fine =)&amp;nbsp; Then today we just hanged out for partaay!&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I haven't really got any pics because...1) we didn't take a lot? 2) I deleted them if I didn't like them, which was about half the time. 3) I have to get them from other ppl so &lt;i&gt;send to me!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; And I'll see you all in a bit, next year or whenever! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll write about how the whole yr went on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SSaFLyULNJI/AAAAAAAAHaU/PCFWjvI-4dA/s1600-h/IMGP2574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SSaFLyULNJI/AAAAAAAAHaU/PCFWjvI-4dA/s320/IMGP2574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hug girl =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7778653718485343608?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7778653718485343608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7778653718485343608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7778653718485343608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7778653718485343608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-time-is-it.html' title='what time is it?'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SSaFLyULNJI/AAAAAAAAHaU/PCFWjvI-4dA/s72-c/IMGP2574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3672843597637566328</id><published>2008-11-14T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:08:24.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P's &amp; Q's</title><content type='html'>PHEWWWW!&amp;nbsp; Been a packed week.&amp;nbsp; Loads of things!&amp;nbsp; But doesn't sound like anything new does it?&amp;nbsp; I just can't wait till it's over!&amp;nbsp; Anyways, tons of people to thank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naomi&lt;/b&gt; for listening to me complain and think outloud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hazel&lt;/b&gt; for ideas, reminders (very important!), and doing all the things nobody else could/would.&amp;nbsp; oh, happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan&lt;/b&gt; for making jobs fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa&lt;/b&gt; for your gentle, cheerful smile all the time and all your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raquel&lt;/b&gt; for your extra pair of hands.&amp;nbsp; smilez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Josh&lt;/b&gt; for helping last minute and making things WAY easier...and keeping things straight.&amp;nbsp; Like turning on the ph system.&amp;nbsp; haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esther&lt;/b&gt;...paints! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melinda&lt;/b&gt; for your awesome artistic skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gilbert&lt;/b&gt; for being such a help when there's no one else to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weeyen&lt;/b&gt; for being the trustable friend and for all the other odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brandon T&lt;/b&gt; for talks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinn Yee&lt;/b&gt;, you're a way good painter! =D&amp;nbsp; thanks for that and all the other help!&lt;br /&gt;And lastly but not least, the four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fai&lt;/b&gt; for having your special way in whatever.&amp;nbsp; very cool trademark =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew&lt;/b&gt; for laughz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaak&lt;/b&gt; for running errands!&amp;nbsp; I owe you a lot of money =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelvin&lt;/b&gt; for always being the helpful one and getting the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3672843597637566328?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3672843597637566328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3672843597637566328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3672843597637566328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3672843597637566328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/ps-qs.html' title='P&apos;s &amp; Q&apos;s'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-7911432750073335374</id><published>2008-11-12T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:04:27.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Shirley&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yu&lt;br /&gt;Saskia&lt;br /&gt;Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;Libby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;wesome, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erfect, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;artyish, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ummy, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;est, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;reamy, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;live, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;our-very-own day! =D&lt;br /&gt;if I forgot someone, I'm very sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theory of why there are so many birthdays in November..&lt;br /&gt;November is nine months after Valentine's Day! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7911432750073335374?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7911432750073335374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7911432750073335374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7911432750073335374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7911432750073335374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/november.html' title='November.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-312517108208516348</id><published>2008-11-08T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:50:51.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ ME!</title><content type='html'>Hello all~!&lt;br /&gt;I am ........ guess my name!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm here to guest for the one and only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;Lydia Chang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the past 2 months, I have been helping her out with some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and i got to know her more more everytime i talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you something about her. Well&lt;br /&gt;she is&amp;nbsp;awesome! funny! kind! smart! playful! and just a&amp;nbsp;awesome&amp;nbsp;girl!&lt;br /&gt;haha, I'm sorry if I burn the cloths but it wasn't my fault! it was all Shoon Fai fault! xD&lt;br /&gt;she really have been helping me alot for this few days, i really have to thank her for it&lt;br /&gt;SO! Thanks Lydia!&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will bless you in whatever things you do, and study hard k?&lt;br /&gt;shine for God! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-312517108208516348?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/312517108208516348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=312517108208516348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/312517108208516348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/312517108208516348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/read-me.html' title='READ ME!'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-2591549050297541149</id><published>2008-11-08T12:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:20:25.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now I'm finally where I belong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SRUvZ5PAQCI/AAAAAAAAHaE/jAfaKF7Pp-Y/s1600-h/312_wt42i6dbf0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SRUvZ5PAQCI/AAAAAAAAHaE/jAfaKF7Pp-Y/s320/312_wt42i6dbf0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy with &lt;b&gt;where you're at&lt;/b&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the awesomest,&lt;br /&gt;But it's just rite &lt;i&gt;for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God placed you there.&lt;br /&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/2560772554145632587-2591549050297541149?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/2591549050297541149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=2591549050297541149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2591549050297541149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2591549050297541149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-im-finally-where-i-belong.html' title='now I&apos;m finally where I belong.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SRUvZ5PAQCI/AAAAAAAAHaE/jAfaKF7Pp-Y/s72-c/312_wt42i6dbf0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-7095399630264594440</id><published>2008-11-03T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:50:45.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all part of life.</title><content type='html'>LAMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: Tmr, you help me cut a tree down k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew&lt;/i&gt;: Serious ar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew&lt;/i&gt;: okay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Matthew&lt;/i&gt;: so who's gonna bring the ax? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: HAHA.&amp;nbsp; I will =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BEWARE tmr, I'll have an ax when I come to school.&amp;nbsp; You never know what I can do to you! hahaha.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe he believed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good day.&amp;nbsp; Full of laughz! =D&amp;nbsp; People ABC, "Mr. W" and Josh's blurness.&amp;nbsp; Buuullyyying. &lt;b&gt;Mocking by Isaac Thong Mun Ho&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Getting Megan Yeap to understand the complexities of the teenage brain --- poor girl, weeyen and I really confused her w/ our "color theory."&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Brown, maroon, PINK&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; So you can now see for yourself, the things we do in school =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting when you think back about some small little happening or convo few months/yrs ago.&amp;nbsp; You'll be surprised at yourself.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; It's actually very funny/amusing and full of memories =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day/week ahead! smilez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7095399630264594440?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7095399630264594440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7095399630264594440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7095399630264594440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7095399630264594440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-part-of-life.html' title='all part of life.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1498369534152684714</id><published>2008-11-01T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:58:35.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taken by the wonder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good week!&lt;br /&gt;As always even though I only seem to realize the bad, loads of good things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a FAST week.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it just went by so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy.&lt;br /&gt;...but that's nothing new =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full of learning!&lt;br /&gt;so many people/things/books spoke to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy, friend-filled week.&lt;br /&gt;like usual, we had loads of laughz, lameness, and what-not.&amp;nbsp; but hey, we enjoy to the fullest =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teasing week.&lt;br /&gt;this means torture.&amp;nbsp; pfft =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a BIT hard.&lt;br /&gt;not very though. heh.&amp;nbsp; and it &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living each day, one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! happy birthday Hana! smillllleeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1498369534152684714?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1498369534152684714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1498369534152684714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1498369534152684714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1498369534152684714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-been.html' title='taken by the wonder.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-2181943769479815255</id><published>2008-10-28T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:25:45.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference you make.</title><content type='html'>So let me ask you.&amp;nbsp; You don't like a person as a friend until you've first formed an opinion about that person rite?&amp;nbsp; I mean you always think first if that person's good or bad.&amp;nbsp; And duhhh, only they're good, will you be friends.&amp;nbsp; And so it goes, "first impressions count." and so do all impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first it's a good impression and some respect.&amp;nbsp; Then friends.&amp;nbsp; Then trust.&amp;nbsp; Then close friends.&amp;nbsp; And only your very close friends, think very well of you rite?&amp;nbsp; They probably think you're awesome..mine are =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so so so wanna trust rite now but I can't cause yeah, no respect.&amp;nbsp; And it's like this.&amp;nbsp; So what are you doing...right.&amp;nbsp; what you talk about.&amp;nbsp; what you do.&amp;nbsp; why.&amp;nbsp; how.&amp;nbsp; you never know how you affect people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a little conference thingy today, and this is what I got.&amp;nbsp; And those who went are like, "ummmm, how did she get that!?"&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I know, waaay off topic.&amp;nbsp; But cause of some things lately, this convo in between really stuck to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny how some nonChristians can just be so nice, and some Christians are just awful."&amp;nbsp; Yes, we were talking about real people I know.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't really a general statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-2181943769479815255?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/2181943769479815255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=2181943769479815255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2181943769479815255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2181943769479815255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-let-me-ask-you.html' title='the difference you make.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-659002861571876476</id><published>2008-10-25T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:05:59.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haze is not at home.&amp;nbsp; She went for a sleepover.&amp;nbsp; It's been a long time since she's not been in the house...Lots of advantages and disadvantages to it =P&amp;nbsp; The house is like so amazingly quiet =D&amp;nbsp; But I end up having to do all the chores. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now......I'm sick again.&amp;nbsp; gah.&amp;nbsp; I was sick with the sore throat last week and as Fai said: "Why do you also get sick before you worship lead?"&amp;nbsp; I know, plain awful.&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm REALLY cold, but I don't have a fever.&amp;nbsp; Odd? Yes, very.&amp;nbsp; And my stomach is all, uhhh, jittery.&amp;nbsp; Feels really queasy.&amp;nbsp; I'm also sick of doing work.&amp;nbsp; More of I can't think of anything but my coldness and queasiness.&amp;nbsp; Better not be stomach flu.&amp;nbsp; So yeah, today is not actually my day, and like c'mon, it's a Saturday.&amp;nbsp; I notice I usally get sick on weekends.&amp;nbsp; pfft.&amp;nbsp; And I'm more prone to feel out of sorts when I didn't have enough sleep, but then my not enough is actually quite a bit, if you compare it to malaysian standards. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heard this the other day.&lt;br /&gt;*achoo!* bless me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&amp;nbsp; You're suppose to say "excuse me"&amp;nbsp; SO cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-659002861571876476?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/659002861571876476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=659002861571876476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/659002861571876476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/659002861571876476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/10/haze-is-not-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4101570004156265071</id><published>2008-10-22T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:06:26.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a breather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back from Kuantan.  I relaxed to the MAX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8fKBsNaDI/AAAAAAAAHZM/IhvU713t440/s1600-h/PICT0752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8fKBsNaDI/AAAAAAAAHZM/op_krsdyKPU/s320-R/PICT0752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8gW5YyowI/AAAAAAAAHZk/Ks3RKqBuX7g/s1600-h/PICT0767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8gW5YyowI/AAAAAAAAHZk/DoIUueIx0VA/s320-R/PICT0767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beach and pool ALL DAYY =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8fZ32VHEI/AAAAAAAAHZc/iKlaQVNtkos/s1600-h/PICT0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8fZ32VHEI/AAAAAAAAHZc/c7jgG59sI0w/s320-R/PICT0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, it's back to school.&amp;nbsp; So fun!&amp;nbsp; Not.&amp;nbsp; Back to work mode..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4101570004156265071?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4101570004156265071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4101570004156265071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4101570004156265071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4101570004156265071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-breather.html' title='taking a breather.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SP8fKBsNaDI/AAAAAAAAHZM/op_krsdyKPU/s72-Rc/PICT0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3674702387706397361</id><published>2008-10-17T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:05:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>living to the fullest.</title><content type='html'>Before I actually start posting, let me do the tag.&amp;nbsp; I'm too lazy to copy the whole thing so I'll just put the letter k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Raquel, I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when first of May in your camping car and I saw you sit on my father. I'm sure you're ashamed enough to understand that extreme home makeover sucks. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep your left ear as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked a passionate interest for mice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"What do you wanna be?&amp;nbsp; What are you gonna do after you grduate?&amp;nbsp; Where are you going to go?&amp;nbsp; Why are you so smart?&amp;nbsp; You'll be so young...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing A LOT of this lately.&amp;nbsp; And honestly, I use to mind big time when people asked me about it, but now I don't really mind.&amp;nbsp; Cause I realized it's part of the unavoidable in growing up.&amp;nbsp; Pretty much, I dunno what I want to be and where I'm going but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had really little people, juniors, ask me.&amp;nbsp; Close friends.&amp;nbsp; Adults.&amp;nbsp; Everyone..but only a few said this&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;:"Enjoy life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Doing what I wanna do.&amp;nbsp; People can expect oh so much, or you can just be so caught up in all the in's and out's if daily life and just doing what you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember each day is a gift.&amp;nbsp; Each moment is a blessing.&amp;nbsp; And each person is special.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't need to worry about tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3674702387706397361?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3674702387706397361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3674702387706397361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3674702387706397361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3674702387706397361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/10/living-to-fullest.html' title='living to the fullest.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-8036409753281965066</id><published>2008-10-10T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:47:48.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; BUSY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuff to figure out.&amp;nbsp; Tons of things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with four boys who.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laugh&lt;/b&gt; at me (a lot!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm gonna learn another language!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mock&lt;/b&gt; me (even more than a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sew&lt;/b&gt; (really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iron&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;And play with &lt;b&gt;candles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get plenty of help though! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mainly what we've been doing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little note: Happy Birthday Naomi! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8036409753281965066?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8036409753281965066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8036409753281965066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8036409753281965066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8036409753281965066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-have-lemons-and-sugar.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4563455710286248165</id><published>2008-09-30T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:28:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my part.</title><content type='html'>just let me rant and rave for a few moments and then I'll be alright. =P&amp;nbsp; So don't ask me, "are you okay?"&amp;nbsp; Just give me a few secs to blow steam (hahah!&amp;nbsp; inside joke!) and then I'll take a deeeeeep breath and it'll be great again....I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*inhaleeeeeeessssss* *exhaaaaallllllleeeeesss*&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm done blowing steam!&amp;nbsp; So guess what?&amp;nbsp; I had a nice mess of cake on me today.&amp;nbsp; I realized that I seem to be a good target for teasing.&amp;nbsp; You know, even people who aren't that close to me, ALSO tease mee .&amp;nbsp; And guess about what?&amp;nbsp; anythinggg on the face of the planet!&amp;nbsp; I was stuck between two boys who put cake on either side of my face. heeeehhh.&amp;nbsp; It's not nice when you turn away on one side and get more on the other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out Sunday to 1u for Melinda's bday.&amp;nbsp; Pretty normal, but I really shouldn't get lost.&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp; We went walking here and there like lost souls to find, guess what? the entrance!&amp;nbsp; And I realized my sis believes I'm suppose to take care of her but not her me.&amp;nbsp; Her exact words when asked where i was, "she's older than me.&amp;nbsp; She can take care of herself."&amp;nbsp; And I had a dairy queen's blizzard.&amp;nbsp; mmmmm.&amp;nbsp; I love DQs.&amp;nbsp; They're like my awesomest favorite in america.&amp;nbsp; Now, I would love some swedish fish and strawberry shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a day on the beach with the cold wind blowing.&amp;nbsp; Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I'm content =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4563455710286248165?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4563455710286248165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4563455710286248165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4563455710286248165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4563455710286248165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-let-me-rant-and-rave-for-few.html' title='my part.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-6830912165095444113</id><published>2008-09-28T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:57:24.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right or left?</title><content type='html'>okayz, here goes..updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of Excellence passed which is my school event thingy-majigy where you can show and use your talents.&amp;nbsp; And of course, there was one...and more...that made me go, "awwww."&amp;nbsp; I mean c'mon, the little ones are SO cutee! ...AND good! =)&amp;nbsp; The junior's chorale was one of my favorites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Behold, He comes! Riding on the clouds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Shining like the sun at the trumpet call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lift your voice; it's the year of Jubilee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And out of Zion's hill, salvation comes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been pretty up and about...things to choose, decide, and plan about!&amp;nbsp; LOADS!&amp;nbsp; Not my thing at all but you know, even though I don't like it, surprisingly, I'm not actually really minding it.&amp;nbsp; Like for the first time ever, it doesn't leave me with a headache.&amp;nbsp; hmmm, maybe I've changed?&amp;nbsp; That's a good thing =P&amp;nbsp; But I have a lotta positive to cancel out all the negatives --- so thankful!&amp;nbsp; But I am needing lots of prayers yeah?&amp;nbsp; I have to make sure I do the right thing and most importantly, what God wants next in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6830912165095444113?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6830912165095444113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6830912165095444113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6830912165095444113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6830912165095444113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/right-or-left.html' title='right or left?'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1423515983854734005</id><published>2008-09-25T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:53:31.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I just want to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuHD7xcZYI/AAAAAAAAHY4/R_nZdssvJe0/s1600-h/3.24.08+%284%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuHD7xcZYI/AAAAAAAAHY4/whUiD2IObWg/s320-R/3.24.08+%284%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew..haha, this pic is so weirdd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuGQctPXTI/AAAAAAAAHYg/XwWDBfPmL_s/s1600-h/1.25.08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuGQctPXTI/AAAAAAAAHYg/0BpNKFtdPZI/s320-R/1.25.08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paullyn! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gonggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuGy7wrTMI/AAAAAAAAHYw/p_d-qQMO_1w/s1600-h/11.23.07+%2811%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuGy7wrTMI/AAAAAAAAHYw/Vu1FFqAstS4/s320-R/11.23.07+%2811%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melinda =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuHOw7oV2I/AAAAAAAAHZA/g2IwL8mg8iM/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuHOw7oV2I/AAAAAAAAHZA/ATDRgSMU3z8/s320-R/IMG_0553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Weeyen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You guys have been so awesome!&amp;nbsp; You have helped me big timee!&amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1423515983854734005?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1423515983854734005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1423515983854734005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1423515983854734005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1423515983854734005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-i-just-want-to-say.html' title='And I just want to say...'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SNuHD7xcZYI/AAAAAAAAHY4/whUiD2IObWg/s72-Rc/3.24.08+%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-8556050794723524626</id><published>2008-09-21T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:28:59.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes two hands to make a clap</title><content type='html'>On a hunch, I thought something looked a bit different in the verse (from the previous post) so I checked it up in a different version, and this time it said, "...those who &lt;b&gt;wait&lt;/b&gt; on the Lord..."&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; Firstly, hope and wait are two different that have totally diferent meanings and I've never known anything similar about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse is really interesting and an awesome promise, but I have a part first --- to hope aaand wait.&amp;nbsp; I guess it involves both, spending time w/ Him to learn to trust...MORE.&amp;nbsp; I do trust but gosh, there's some things where I do worry big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings come in many disguises...or costumes!&amp;nbsp; Yup, I'm busy again, working on the plans for the drama at school.&amp;nbsp; I've been thinking up ideas in between all my doings =P&amp;nbsp; Means scissors, thread, cloth, and measuring and less schoolwork.&amp;nbsp; I guess that's a good thing?&amp;nbsp; Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8556050794723524626?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8556050794723524626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8556050794723524626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8556050794723524626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8556050794723524626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-takes-two-hands-to-make-clap.html' title='it takes two hands to make a clap'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1882156273788732237</id><published>2008-09-19T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:39:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Eagles' Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.mynicespace.com/246/24622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.mynicespace.com/246/24622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But those who hope in the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will renew their strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will run and not grow weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They will walk and not be faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;I'll stop and share a moment.&amp;nbsp; I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1882156273788732237?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1882156273788732237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1882156273788732237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1882156273788732237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1882156273788732237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-eagles-wings.html' title='On Eagles&apos; Wings'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-5546016104263732596</id><published>2008-09-14T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:37:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatchamacallit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was tagged by Melissa Yeap, the person that's always smiling =) so here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time&lt;/b&gt;: 8:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name&lt;/b&gt;: Lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sisters&lt;/b&gt;: Hazel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brothers&lt;/b&gt;: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shoe size&lt;/b&gt;: 7/8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height&lt;/b&gt;: 5' 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where do you live&lt;/b&gt;: Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite drinks:&lt;/b&gt; Slurpees, slushees, and snow cones =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite breakfast&lt;/b&gt;: Waffles!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;been on a plane&lt;/b&gt;: nope, I went from malaysia to america and back on a ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swam in the ocean&lt;/b&gt;: of course.&amp;nbsp; I didn't live by the beach for nothing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallen asleep in school&lt;/b&gt;: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken someone's heart&lt;/b&gt;: I dunno.&amp;nbsp; you'll have to ask the person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fell off your chair&lt;/b&gt;: I really wish I could say no =P&amp;nbsp; it happens toooo much. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call&lt;/b&gt;: I've waited yeah.&amp;nbsp; But i didn't sit and stare at the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saved e-mails&lt;/b&gt;: yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chicken pox&lt;/b&gt;: yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Sore throat&lt;/b&gt;: neeeevvverrr.&amp;nbsp; I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stitches&lt;/b&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Broken nose&lt;/b&gt;: haha.&amp;nbsp; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;believe in love at first sight&lt;/b&gt;: hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like picnics&lt;/b&gt;: yeah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who was the last person&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you danced with&lt;/b&gt;: I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last made you smile&lt;/b&gt;: Hazel =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You last yelled at&lt;/b&gt;: probably someone close to me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today did you&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk to someone you like&lt;/b&gt;: yes, I like everybody as friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed anyone&lt;/b&gt;: no, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get sick&lt;/b&gt;: just a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talked to an ex&lt;/b&gt;: hahaha. as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss someone&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your room like&lt;/b&gt;: it has four walls and a celing.&amp;nbsp; my room is actually very boring =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's right beside you&lt;/b&gt;: the couch and 2 other laptops.&amp;nbsp; told you my house has a lotta comps! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the last thing you ate&lt;/b&gt;: Rice, beans, shrimp, tofu, chicken,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Best feeling in the world&lt;/b&gt;: hmm...trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals&lt;/b&gt;: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's under your bed&lt;/b&gt;: Dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What time is it now&lt;/b&gt;: 8:27 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random Qs&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind right now&lt;/b&gt;: yeah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any siblings&lt;/b&gt;: Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you want children&lt;/b&gt;: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you smile often&lt;/b&gt;: I hope so =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your hand-writing&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are your toenails painted&lt;/b&gt;: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in&lt;/b&gt;: umm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color shirt are you wearing&lt;/b&gt;: purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday&lt;/b&gt;: at my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't wait till&lt;/b&gt;: I can go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When did you cry last&lt;/b&gt;: nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a friendly person&lt;/b&gt;: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any pets&lt;/b&gt;: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now&lt;/b&gt;: somewhere in the whole wide world.&amp;nbsp; kidding, i don't like anybody k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now&lt;/b&gt;: I was thinking who was the last person I held hands with....I held hands to PRAY so of course not. ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on&lt;/b&gt;: I couldn't even if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you doing right now&lt;/b&gt;: chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, a lot =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you handle the truth&lt;/b&gt;: I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father:&lt;/b&gt; mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of&lt;/b&gt;: ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved:&lt;/b&gt; a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you eat healthy&lt;/b&gt;: as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you&lt;/b&gt;: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How often do you go to church&lt;/b&gt;: well, school is in a church.&amp;nbsp; does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to&lt;/b&gt;: someone who will make me laugh =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time&lt;/b&gt;: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you confident&lt;/b&gt;: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago&lt;/b&gt;: changed schools, moved to Maine, made new friends, changed church, and learned how to knit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks I enjoy&lt;/b&gt;: oreos, pretzels, frozen grapes, a peanut butter spoon, and ice creaaaaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire&lt;/b&gt;: i will help anyone who's short of money, go on a cruise in europe!!, take a trip to alaska, fly to maine, and save the rest for stuff like cars and education =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 of my bad habits&lt;/b&gt;: rubbing my eyes (specially after cutting chilies!), saying okay/yes w/o actually hearing you, losing my eraser,&amp;nbsp; leaving the lights on, and ummmm, saying ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 places I have lived in&lt;/b&gt;: Damansara Utama, Msia; So. Hamilton, MA; Old Orchard, ME; Biddeford, ME; Tropicana, Msia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 jobs I've had&lt;/b&gt;: dishwasher, clothes-folder, helper (for anything and everything), volunteer, and data-entry-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;phew. done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5546016104263732596?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5546016104263732596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5546016104263732596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5546016104263732596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5546016104263732596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/whatchamacallit.html' title='whatchamacallit.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4717642695698797920</id><published>2008-09-13T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:38:08.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to lose, everything to gain?</title><content type='html'>Oh, remember that awhile back I wrote a post on changes?&amp;nbsp; Actually, it was way in the beginning of this year when we were all complaining about cliques, new people, and things in school being different.&amp;nbsp; Read it &lt;a href="http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.Well, the other day, I was comparing back then to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't do without all those "new" people now, could we?&amp;nbsp; The new people who made our school so different, who were just a bunch of faces that messed up our normal groups/cliques, are now CLOSE friends that I, for one, am glad for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know......everything we so disliked back then worked out to be alright.&amp;nbsp; And I dunno but for me, I can look back and thank God for all the people, all the joy, all the moments and memories I had.&amp;nbsp; They're never gonna happen again, but I don't miss it.&amp;nbsp; I am happy for my NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that w/ a little &lt;b&gt;help&lt;/b&gt; I stuck to it even though I didn't like all the change because yeah, the best IS yet to come.&amp;nbsp; I've learned a lot just from just life going on, and I am gonna try to do my little bit to help others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Remember that, Lydia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're understanding what I'm trying to point out.&amp;nbsp; Read between the lines =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to lose, everything to gain? yes, I think so =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4717642695698797920?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4717642695698797920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4717642695698797920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4717642695698797920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4717642695698797920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-to-lose-everything-to-gain_13.html' title='nothing to lose, everything to gain?'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-6794928275088240822</id><published>2008-09-12T19:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:35:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of this and that.</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty great.&amp;nbsp; Lots of different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing better to do one day at school sooooo...I grabbed a book and walked around reading.&amp;nbsp; Haha.&amp;nbsp; It was fun and the book was so nice, Anne of Green Gables.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna find more! =P&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Oh romantic books are nice, Gong.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm not the only weirdo to read them, really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Bee came to my house and was being lame =).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, kay let me start from the beginning, Mr. Fan asked me to redo the bulletin board and as I'm a very short person.&amp;nbsp; (I'm gonna come up with a medicine for growing taller!)&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I climed on the couch to do it.&amp;nbsp; But the couch is very bouncy cause of all the cushions so I took off the bottom cushion.&amp;nbsp; So there was like the lining there on the bottom that are on couches.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, I stood on that. BUTTTT it went and broke.&amp;nbsp; Now, there is a hole in the couch to remind you that Lydia was, is, and will always be there. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys helped me do the library.&amp;nbsp; It was all the tall guys, plus one short one!, climbing, balancing, and goofing on the tables to stick stuff on the wall.&amp;nbsp; I realized that tall guys can be really helpful.&amp;nbsp; Kidding!&amp;nbsp; It was just nice hang out time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6794928275088240822?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6794928275088240822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6794928275088240822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6794928275088240822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6794928275088240822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-to-lose-everything-to-gain.html' title='of this and that.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-9073073146638736735</id><published>2008-09-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:25:50.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SMZqwLeftbI/AAAAAAAAHYQ/QnxJUPx-TOE/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SMZqwLeftbI/AAAAAAAAHYQ/FhJvtQQnVhw/s320-R/DSC00011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Grace!&lt;br /&gt;Keep your special smile =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-9073073146638736735?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/9073073146638736735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=9073073146638736735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/9073073146638736735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/9073073146638736735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-in-your-life.html' title='once in your life.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SMZqwLeftbI/AAAAAAAAHYQ/FhJvtQQnVhw/s72-Rc/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-919611811137585962</id><published>2008-09-08T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:52:25.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would make me feel a whole lot better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-919611811137585962?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/919611811137585962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=919611811137585962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/919611811137585962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/919611811137585962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/actions-speak-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-5372013800514284604</id><published>2008-09-06T11:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:15:48.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one dollar or 100 cents</title><content type='html'>...100 cents pleeeasee.&amp;nbsp; hehe.&amp;nbsp; i mean then you can enjoy the hundred little parts andddd the whole of like...lifeee.&amp;nbsp; kay, i'm being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is fixed-ie fixed!&amp;nbsp; Yes, it went and died on me a while back..but uhhh, my house has a lotta comps k so it was pretty okay.&amp;nbsp; The best part was we noticed when it started to get sick so we saved all the memories.&amp;nbsp; wheeeee.&amp;nbsp; The only prob now is that the sound doesn't work and the graphics are messed up.&amp;nbsp; Like c'mon, it use to have like the coolest graphics..better than the rest.&amp;nbsp; But oh well, at least it's quit acting up =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my schoolwork is getting different-er.&amp;nbsp; Cause I got to use the BOOK to do my test.&amp;nbsp; Now doesn't that rock socks?&amp;nbsp; I know!&amp;nbsp; And the lovely thing is I didn't study before taking the test..okay, I studied for ummm, 5 mins? So I didn't even waste any timeeee.&amp;nbsp; so happy!&amp;nbsp; Oh and that means I've finished my accounting subject for good.&amp;nbsp; Another very good reason to be happy.&amp;nbsp; Accounting is the most boring, eye-hurting, tedious subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodie gumdrops!&amp;nbsp; I found a way to read books online, not the whole book but still pretty cool specially if you just read short stories. I haven't read in ages and ages and it's very good for me but I can't find books.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; I got my chicken soup! and also in real life *winks* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't respect you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;bothers.&lt;br /&gt;i still care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it is &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;raining&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but there's no rain in my heart =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5372013800514284604?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5372013800514284604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5372013800514284604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5372013800514284604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5372013800514284604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-dollar-or-100-cents.html' title='one dollar or 100 cents'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-3684566802869341555</id><published>2008-08-31T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:00:42.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best is yet to come</title><content type='html'>Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last person to tag you is?&lt;/b&gt; Shabeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's your relationship with him/her?&lt;/b&gt; you know I find this question slightly weird...friend dduhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 5 impressions towards him/her:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; ummm, talkative, tall, she always liked to ask me who I liked (seriously!), friendly, and nice k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you&lt;/b&gt;: hmm...the only thing i can think of rite now is her putting cake on my face, but that isn't memorable. hahah.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most memorable thing he/she said to you&lt;/b&gt;: "...this lydia chang ahh!" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;/b&gt;...it'll never happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;/b&gt;it'll never happen either but if it did, I'll find a way to be friends again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;/b&gt;She won't but I'll answer this for her lover: be shwweeet, duh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/b&gt;something impossible so therefore, becoming enemies will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;/b&gt;appreciative. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you think the people around you feel about you?&lt;/b&gt; ummmm, ask them but I mean they wouldn't be with me if it was something bad rite?&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character for yourself is&lt;/b&gt;? hmmmm.........I dunno.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the thing that you hate about yourself is?&lt;/b&gt; My lack of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;/b&gt;...who God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the person that cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/b&gt; smilez.&amp;nbsp; I'm here for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people:&lt;br /&gt;o1.Bee&lt;br /&gt;o2. Fai Fai&lt;br /&gt;o3. Isaac&lt;br /&gt;o4. Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;o5. Matthew&lt;br /&gt;o6. Roberts&lt;br /&gt;o7. Sarah&lt;br /&gt;o8. Tommy&lt;br /&gt;o9. Weeyen&lt;br /&gt;1o. Zoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is No. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/b&gt; no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is No.3 a male or female?&lt;/b&gt; Male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If No.7 and No.10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;/b&gt; noooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about No.5 and No.8?&lt;/b&gt; HAHA, the two look alikes! of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is No.1 studying for?&lt;/b&gt; She is taking a course on how to be my awesome friend.&amp;nbsp; She passed A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/b&gt; Friday, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is No.4 a single?&lt;/b&gt; haha, I better not say anything, ask him yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell something about No.2&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He has the funniest expressions =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&amp;nbsp; Have a nice Merdeka (Malaysia's Independence Day)!&amp;nbsp; Mine was spent stuck at home.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3684566802869341555?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3684566802869341555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3684566802869341555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3684566802869341555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3684566802869341555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-is-yet-to-come.html' title='the best is yet to come'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1082171899082322118</id><published>2008-08-28T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:03:49.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>This week I didn't really get to sit down and talk to my normal "close" friends but I got to have a lot more hang out time with the people I don't generally talk to and I realized............people are so interesting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&amp;nbsp; If you just observe for a few hours, everybody has their 'special point' about them.&amp;nbsp; Their awesomely good lovely points =)&amp;nbsp; The oh-so-different friends in life.&amp;nbsp; And that's what makes each and every person in the world special.&amp;nbsp; When you think back, there's always some point where you go, "Gosh, I miss the way so-and-so did....."&amp;nbsp; Cause the way you do is the way of you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a little note, stay you. You never know how you can make someone feel..happier =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1082171899082322118?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1082171899082322118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1082171899082322118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1082171899082322118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1082171899082322118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-here.html' title='=)'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4109018200234504850</id><published>2008-08-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:45:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through whatever, no matter, forever</title><content type='html'>It's been a nice week.&amp;nbsp; I didn't complain of boredom except when I was in school where everybody goes so that they don't have to be bored at home.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; I have plenty of things/chores to do still!&amp;nbsp; shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I read a book about Adoniram Judson, a missionary to Burma (Myanmar).&amp;nbsp; Now the first thing you're gonna think is, "...why so 'Christian-y'?"&amp;nbsp; Well, don't judge just by the word 'missionary'..like they say don't judge a book by its cover.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, I think all missionary stories are the same..they get sick and God makes them better buuuuttt...you know just that is a BIG miracle I should never take for granted.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, this man's life is amazing.&amp;nbsp; The book wasn't written all that well..the style and writing wasn't that nice to read but even then...the part that touched me most was that &lt;b&gt;death&lt;/b&gt; faced him at every turn but he still kept at it.&amp;nbsp; He lost all his closest friends.&amp;nbsp; He lost two wives.&amp;nbsp; He lost around 7 children..he had like 12 children.&amp;nbsp; He lost his missionary partners.&amp;nbsp; He lost his whole family..his parents, brothers, and sisters.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention that before some of them died, they often were on the brink of death.&amp;nbsp; Wow, if I had been him, after losing two people, I would just have given up and gone straight back to US where living conditions would have at least kept my family safe.&amp;nbsp; And I complain just when I'm separated from my friends...he had to see them die and &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; often be separated from them for &lt;b&gt;years&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Imagine being separated from your wife and kids for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo...I have to wish somebody a Beary Happy Birthday!&amp;nbsp; Katie! =)&amp;nbsp; This is the friend for hyper, random, happy, weird, crazy, awesome talk.&amp;nbsp; Really!&amp;nbsp; Smilez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will believe Your promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4109018200234504850?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4109018200234504850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4109018200234504850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4109018200234504850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4109018200234504850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/through-whatever-no-matter-forever.html' title='Through whatever, no matter, forever'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1504712937435072001</id><published>2008-08-18T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:32:12.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This reminded me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKyo2PL4GAI/AAAAAAAAF5A/sSIqSyT9Bzc/s1600-h/PICT0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKyo2PL4GAI/AAAAAAAAF5A/7qlzrkVm8GM/s320-R/PICT0522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how much &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; we had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how much &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;owe&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how much &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nanoo!" =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1504712937435072001?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1504712937435072001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1504712937435072001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1504712937435072001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1504712937435072001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-peanut-butter-friends-in-chop.html' title='This reminded me.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKyo2PL4GAI/AAAAAAAAF5A/7qlzrkVm8GM/s72-Rc/PICT0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3564435684264103635</id><published>2008-08-16T21:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:13:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from Penang!&amp;nbsp; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbV5PkgF5I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/2mBgwCmjf6E/s1600-h/PICT0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbV5PkgF5I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/RvsT1s8mWYY/s320-R/PICT0534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" id="draftButton" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['postingForm'].saveDraft;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We get into the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;: I just saw a sign advertising divorce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: Oh =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;: See.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;:*whacks head* LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lame joke two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;: Lydia, do you want to share a bowl of beef noodles w/ me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;: W/o the noodles ar? (He was serious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: huh!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad&lt;/i&gt;: I mean just the soup and beef balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: oh rite! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbVgxygpNI/AAAAAAAAF34/t3jfuC7LW9k/s1600-h/PICT0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbVgxygpNI/AAAAAAAAF34/-t4_FJTHBsQ/s320-R/PICT0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rug was so startling! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbVYgRkWtI/AAAAAAAAF3w/clMKtxvsUJU/s1600-h/PICT0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbVYgRkWtI/AAAAAAAAF3w/t9JqKBYLss0/s320-R/PICT0475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbVpbf-J2I/AAAAAAAAF4A/fRUgPZs9A2Y/s320-R/PICT0494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was pretty niceeee.&amp;nbsp; I am a total lover of fried gua teow.&amp;nbsp; My dad says I'm made of it xD&amp;nbsp; It's one of the few things I remember before I came back.&amp;nbsp; So..you get it? =P&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I'm off to bed!&amp;nbsp; Good nite!&amp;nbsp; Sleep tight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3564435684264103635?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3564435684264103635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3564435684264103635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3564435684264103635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3564435684264103635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-from-penang-well-let-pics-do.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SKbV5PkgF5I/AAAAAAAAF4Q/RvsT1s8mWYY/s72-Rc/PICT0534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-4366007916119637881</id><published>2008-08-13T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:53:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please?</title><content type='html'>I have a bothering stomachache for who knows what reason.&amp;nbsp; I took charcoal.&amp;nbsp; I put, you know, the chinese medicine you rub on.&amp;nbsp; I went to the toilet.&amp;nbsp; I tried distracting myself.&amp;nbsp; I lied on my bed to rest.&amp;nbsp; I even ate =P (but that was the worst).&amp;nbsp; Conclusion: they worked for a few secs?&amp;nbsp; pfft.&amp;nbsp; I think there's something wrong w/ me..I always get stomachaches.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, today was not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want a bowl of &lt;font size="4"&gt;chicken soup&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not talking about what you're thinking =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;You know to say "I trust you" demands respect on your part.&amp;nbsp; And to me, love is such a used word.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if people really know what they are saying.&amp;nbsp; And the difference is "I trust you" isn't said unless you really mean it.&amp;nbsp; Friendship needs that --- a realness, an honesty between the people, and real respect.&amp;nbsp; Only then is there real 'friend' love.&amp;nbsp; So to me, the important thing is to gain friends I trust with all my heart =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4366007916119637881?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4366007916119637881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4366007916119637881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4366007916119637881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4366007916119637881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/please.html' title='please?'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4394869078245934482</id><published>2008-08-09T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:05:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only that I don't know.</title><content type='html'>Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weeyen&lt;/i&gt; *actually not joking (for once)*: Are you gonna watch Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me&lt;/i&gt;: How am I gonna do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I had a nice surprise!&amp;nbsp; I got to watch the Olympics for the &lt;b&gt;first&lt;/b&gt; time.&amp;nbsp; FIRST, you know.&amp;nbsp; Don't tell me about it.&amp;nbsp; This is when I want a TV.&amp;nbsp; This is how it went: My fam went to cell group, but there was nobody there!&amp;nbsp; So duh, we turned on the TV.&amp;nbsp; Andddd plus, they (the hosts) wanted to watch too.&amp;nbsp; Omg, there were so many performers, and they were all perfectly synchornized!&amp;nbsp; So nice.&amp;nbsp; Oh and I got to eat Big Apple Donuts at the same time.&amp;nbsp; *drools* I know.&amp;nbsp; It also happened to be my first time eating them.&amp;nbsp; Somebody should have told me they were THAT good.&amp;nbsp; Geesh, I feel so out. I just realized I haven't done a lot of usual things. haha.&amp;nbsp; But it's okay, I like being special =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew!&amp;nbsp; It's been one long week!&amp;nbsp; All our work for the worship at the prayer meeting thingy paid off today.&amp;nbsp; It's over..=)&amp;nbsp; But gosh, I feel so shleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;What it'll be like&lt;br /&gt;When I walk by Your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all I will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is forever, forever worship YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;To say &lt;b&gt;I trust you&lt;/b&gt; means more to me than to say &lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I'll explain later =)&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/2560772554145632587-4394869078245934482?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4394869078245934482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4394869078245934482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4394869078245934482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4394869078245934482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/cause-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='It&apos;s only that I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-8627272824593438234</id><published>2008-08-04T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:32:20.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt and Water</title><content type='html'>As a "cure" from my ulcers, my mom told me to wash my mouth with saltwater every few hours.&amp;nbsp; Now, saltwater tastes REALLY gross andddd it KILLS with pain.&amp;nbsp; So while doing it, I decided to distract myself from the pain by putting my science into practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; So this is saltwater. That means it's NaCl + H2O.&amp;nbsp; That gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad:&lt;/i&gt; what is NaCl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; salt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad:&lt;/i&gt; I thought salt is sodium chloride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&lt;/i&gt; *opens eyes wide* NaCl iisss sodium chloride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think salt and water theories just don't go with my family.&amp;nbsp; Cause the father doesn't know what compound stands for salt, and the daughter doesn't know how to separate salt from saltwater.&amp;nbsp; =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8627272824593438234?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8627272824593438234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8627272824593438234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8627272824593438234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8627272824593438234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/salt-and-water.html' title='Salt and Water'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-2767150361640508908</id><published>2008-08-03T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:29:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Puchong</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after church, my parents decided to go to Puchong for dinner.&amp;nbsp; They wanted to go try this place famous for yong tau foo.&amp;nbsp; Oh and if you didn't know, yong tau foo is deep-fried veggies and different things stuffed with fish paste.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty yumz.&amp;nbsp; The shop was supposedly in a house, but sadly, we couldn't find the place, and we ended up eating at a place near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found out six things:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;b&gt;When you have a chance, say it!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; See just as we were out of church my mom said, "Girls, do you wanna go to this Puchong place?"&amp;nbsp; And I said, "uhh, whatever."&amp;nbsp; Cause rite, it usually ends up my wish doesn't really matter, and I'll just get the you-should-learn-to-try-something-new and don't-always-think-about-what-you-want talk.&amp;nbsp; Plus, even though I didn't want it, I didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Malaysians really go all out for food!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I wouldn't go all the way to Puchong just for some yong tau foo even if it was the top one in the world.&amp;nbsp; Nor would I spend a lot of phone credit to call a friend for the directions.&amp;nbsp; And not mentioning gas and time.&amp;nbsp; But hey, be passionate or else, rite?&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;b&gt;My parents are more Malaysian that I thought.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm not saying they aren't k?&amp;nbsp; They are except for the big time food-loving part...until yesterday.&amp;nbsp; haha.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;b&gt;My prediction was true.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; While we were on the way, I said, "I bet we won't be able to find the place and we'll eat at some random shop."&amp;nbsp; We did end up eating at a shop we never heard of and with half as good food.&amp;nbsp; tsk tsk.&amp;nbsp; Next time, I may be rite..you never know! =P&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;b&gt; I (really!&amp;nbsp; really!&amp;nbsp; really!) do not like walking at nite&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I have no idea why walking at nite on the streets feels a hundred times different than walking on the streets in the daytime, but it does.&amp;nbsp; And nite time, just does not go with me!&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;b&gt;Isaac is rite.&amp;nbsp; I am not street-smart.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; He said, "Lydia ar, you need a street-smart bf.&amp;nbsp; I bet you couldn't save your life if you wanted to.&amp;nbsp; You're so not street-smart."&amp;nbsp; I agree!&amp;nbsp; But we'll have to see about the bf part =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how my FIRST (I know - surprising!) trip to Puchong turned out! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-2767150361640508908?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/2767150361640508908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=2767150361640508908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2767150361640508908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2767150361640508908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-puchong.html' title='A Trip to Puchong'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-888953999485198520</id><published>2008-08-02T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:28:44.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faraway isn't very far.</title><content type='html'>My vaca has been FLAT.&amp;nbsp; Okay, yeah that is the word.&amp;nbsp; Nothing on.&amp;nbsp; Nothing doing.&amp;nbsp; Just long lovely hours to think, crack my head over, and dream abouuuuttt what to do.&amp;nbsp; Heh.&amp;nbsp; But so far so good.&amp;nbsp; No worries&amp;nbsp; --- thank goodness! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we went to school for worship prac.&amp;nbsp; At least I got out of the house.&amp;nbsp; Lots of lameness =P&amp;nbsp; There was a W chord on the songsheet xD&amp;nbsp; I wonder how tired I was when I did that!&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite now, my mouth is painful.&amp;nbsp; Pfft.&amp;nbsp; I have &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; ulcers, and it hurts like mad.&amp;nbsp; What's worse my mom had to make me paranoid by tellling me to check my hands and feet for ulcers.&amp;nbsp; Phew, none.&amp;nbsp; But jeez, talking and eating rite now is not so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really got much to update.&amp;nbsp; so tootles!&amp;nbsp; Remember somebody looooveeees youuu.&amp;nbsp; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-888953999485198520?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/888953999485198520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=888953999485198520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/888953999485198520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/888953999485198520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/08/faraway-isnt-very-far.html' title='faraway isn&apos;t very far.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-2327895731151595559</id><published>2008-07-29T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:41:42.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't dream of this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lydia is VERY happy!&amp;nbsp; =)&amp;nbsp; Causssseeeee (it's a big thing for me)...I finished my science book so fast!&amp;nbsp; If you know me well enough, science is so not my thing.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not talking about the complexities of science which nobody gets but Ms. Catherine =P&amp;nbsp; Very normal things *makes innocent face* go pass me. (don't laugh!)&amp;nbsp; I'm rather surprised at myself.&amp;nbsp; See, when Lydia gets the science mood, which is once in a long time, you better take advantage of it cause only then will she get things really fast.&amp;nbsp; The mood just happened to strike today =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Secondly, chicken pox is going around.&amp;nbsp; (uhh, anybody know why it's called CHICKEN pox?)&amp;nbsp; So yeah, my house, my bed, and the phone for the next week!&amp;nbsp; No school! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thirdly, dreaming is such and un-understandable thing.&amp;nbsp; Don't you think?&amp;nbsp; Cause your dreams can be so weirdddd.&amp;nbsp; Then when you wanna daydream and think about something you wish it can makes you happy, living in a fantasy world but then other times you're too scared to dream cause what if it can't be.&amp;nbsp; That's the random thought for the day =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewayofit.com/blog/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/3232young_love-med.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://thewayofit.com/blog/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/3232young_love-med.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="325" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tell me so.&lt;br /&gt;I trust you..I believe YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-2327895731151595559?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/2327895731151595559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=2327895731151595559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2327895731151595559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2327895731151595559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-your-o-smilez.html' title='I didn&apos;t dream of this.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4628018031760373660</id><published>2008-07-27T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:34:29.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll come back when you call me.</title><content type='html'>10:02 PM.&amp;nbsp; So like the first thing you're gonna say is, "Lydia is awake!? omg, it's a miracle."&amp;nbsp; Miracles happen you knowww! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend has been pretty normal.&amp;nbsp; Nothing much to say there.&amp;nbsp; I got to talk to a lot of friends I haven't talked to in a long time.&amp;nbsp; Lotta funness!&amp;nbsp; =)&amp;nbsp; I am so glad for internet! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but bother the headaches.&amp;nbsp; I've had headaches alllllll week.&amp;nbsp; pfft.&amp;nbsp; So yeah, I'm praying reaaaallyyy hard that they'll go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIyB_eCdcWI/AAAAAAAAF3o/tGvg-6EEh7s/s1600-h/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIyB_eCdcWI/AAAAAAAAF3o/yAw0YARHCOU/s320-R/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the difference between you all and them is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you..but not them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4628018031760373660?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4628018031760373660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4628018031760373660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4628018031760373660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4628018031760373660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-come-back-when-you-call-me.html' title='I&apos;ll come back when you call me.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIyB_eCdcWI/AAAAAAAAF3o/yAw0YARHCOU/s72-Rc/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-5996382498449183554</id><published>2008-07-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:34:29.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tried to take a picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;just the last couple of days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;One Life --- Do Something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-dhj9kdI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/Id3IAgMd2mA/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-dhj9kdI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/xh3ndx6IZwM/s320-R/IMG_0515.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-kZwCCzI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/vouOMF64hek/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; 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clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-Lthhz0I/AAAAAAAAF24/BNB_adj6UKk/s1600-h/DSC02703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-Lthhz0I/AAAAAAAAF24/8OKBIMMlYlA/s320-R/DSC02703.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;The interview group.&amp;nbsp; These people came and took photos/videoed us.&amp;nbsp; =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;We were all so nervous and had to redo over and over.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;---&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-PzeOLMI/AAAAAAAAF3A/9EWXgiIBFKo/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-PzeOLMI/AAAAAAAAF3A/9GK9NygNiyQ/s320-R/DSC00011.JPG" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;The "first-aiders" at the basketball tournament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;Grace and I enjoyed ourselves --- talking, laughing, watching, and studying =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5996382498449183554?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5996382498449183554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5996382498449183554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5996382498449183554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5996382498449183554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/07/tried-to-take-picture.html' title='tried to take a picture.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/SIh-dhj9kdI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/xh3ndx6IZwM/s72-Rc/IMG_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3348968859465391722</id><published>2008-07-23T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:33:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause the clock's ticking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because my dad DID something..okay, he didn't do anything but all I understand is my blog is currently not working.&amp;nbsp; This will just be for now k? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been rather jam packed with things to do.&amp;nbsp; It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia muddling and muttering over the awfulness of science.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I talk to myself.&amp;nbsp; I mean how else am I gonna concentrate?&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Tommy.&amp;nbsp; "Lydia Lydia....this is correct, rite?"&lt;br /&gt;Then Isaac, "Ehhh, Lydia.&amp;nbsp; Tommy go away....."&lt;br /&gt;*taps on window and points* "Lydia, Jon needs your help.&amp;nbsp; Come."&lt;br /&gt;Weeyen: "Lydddiaaaa.&amp;nbsp; I've tried everything.&amp;nbsp; Can't do."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't like the sound of my name anymore..cause it means I can't do my own work"&amp;nbsp; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I know how to multitask.&amp;nbsp; Hehe.&amp;nbsp; But ALL'S GOOD =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a note to the best friend:&amp;nbsp; It's no wonder you're the best friend --- you have been so awesome. Just having you THERE for anything and everything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Btw, you owe me a&amp;nbsp; lot of things when you're twenty for me and my one day bf (who will pass the testtt!) =D&amp;nbsp; Whatever it is, I trust you loads and you ARE my close friend.&amp;nbsp; Lovvveeee youuuu. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3348968859465391722?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3348968859465391722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3348968859465391722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3348968859465391722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3348968859465391722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-clocks-ticking.html' title='cause the clock&apos;s ticking.'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-8834710769394513609</id><published>2008-03-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:18:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes, changes, changes</title><content type='html'>This is the talk that is going around the school..."School is SO different now.  It sucks."  "Everybody has clicks."  "Nothing will ever be the same again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing will ever be the same again."  Yup, totally true, but it''s up to you whether that''s going to be a good thing or a bad thing.  Just remember, it''s up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with changes at least once a year.  I've moved 5 or 6 times.  Changed school 3 or 4 times.  Lived on 2 different continents.  Changed church 3 or 4 times.  And of course, this all led to lots of different friends in my life.  I don''t have one childhood friend whose house is just a drive away, but that leaves me with lots of friends everywhere =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time something happened, I always thought I would be able to bear it this time.  That I'd be okay.  That I was use to change and immune to it all.  But it always hurt.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I left friends or friends moved, there's nobody there for that laugh, that talk, that cry, and it left a place in my heart e-m-p-t-y.  Or every time the house, school, or church was different, I had to get use to different ways of doing things.  The undoing of habits.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause change left me feeling helpless, like I was no longer in charge.  I was no longer on top of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with time, I would build back the normal.  Make a new routine.  And start over.  And then something would shake me out of my zone again, and the whole thing would start all over again.  I hated change.  Everybody does, but I've learned that it''s part of life.  It''s a fear of everyone, and I don't think it''s ever gonna leave me --- or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't deny it.  School is different this year, but new parts make a new whole, new people make a new whole group.  Changes are only gonna suck if you let them suck.  Last year was different, and there were many good things about it. Yes, people have left. People have changed.  Things are done different now.  But if you keep looking at the memories, they''ll become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitter-sweet&lt;/span&gt;.  You won''t be able to think of them w/o wishing they lasted.  Treasure them, but look for other, new, better memories in today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-8834710769394513609?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/8834710769394513609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=8834710769394513609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8834710769394513609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/8834710769394513609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2008/06/changes-changes-changes.html' title='Changes, changes, changes'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-6349837329506735599</id><published>2007-07-03T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T08:31:51.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who's name starts w/ S who's really nice most of the time but not this time...I was tagged (only reason why I'm doing 3 posts in one day) but I am not going to do the whole list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like in people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;honesty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gentlemanly manners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encourager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one who compliments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one who keeps his word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;What I dislike in people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;laziness (BIG one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gossipping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The perfect one?  everything I said I liked and handsome and someone God wants!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6349837329506735599?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6349837329506735599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6349837329506735599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6349837329506735599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6349837329506735599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/07/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-7004323519619865422</id><published>2007-07-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:19:14.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mainers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;...  It is fun though.  I have a bunch of friends who are a bunch of goofy goobers.  They are like you guys - forever teasing me...forever calling my Super Genius...for goodness sakes, I am not a genius!!!  I went to klang (a town) one school night and was up till 11.  It's very Malaysian  to stay up late even on a school night!  My friends are slowly converting me to sleep late.  haha.  They also teach me Malay and about different foods and stuff.  Supposedly, I am more Malaysian than my sis - my accent and stuff.  And my sis says I won't admit it.  Well if that's true, I do know more Malay than her!  At least I know another language - kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, just randomally...if you wonder what I tell my friends in Maine, about my Malaysian friends, this is part of an email I wrote (not to my bf, k?).  You are so American sometimes!  Oh and btw, my friend told me that even some Americans don't know where Maine is.  Either we really have a lot of people who don't know American geography or Maine is like God-forsaken country.  One time an American really said that he thought Maine was like really rural and old-fashioned!  You don't know what you're saying.  The scenery is beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7004323519619865422?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7004323519619865422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7004323519619865422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7004323519619865422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7004323519619865422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Mainers'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-3771963376100238844</id><published>2007-07-03T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:36:48.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything and everything</title><content type='html'>let's try to summarize my busy days!...why won't my life slow down?  *Maybe cause I don't let it*  This is random but...when I first came to GRC, one of the main reasons I didn't want to come was cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would never have any free time&lt;/span&gt;.  Hahaha.  Exactly!  I don't have any free time!  hehe.  But it's better than too much free time and being a lazybum.  One rule about me I can't bear laziness.  I am very stubborn and determined when I want to get something done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to my week...gosh it's only Tuesday.  It feels like a whole week has gone by.  Monday what did I do?  I just helped around, did some work, forgot prayer meeting...today?  I pretty much didn't do work :(!  I only scored...yuck!  I was helping people, youth rally stuff...anyways true to point, I probably should take it easy...so I guess it was good I was so busy helping and other stuff and not working.  I wonder what will happen if for one day I really don't do ANY work.  I don't touch my books - nothing, zip, zero.  I wonder if I'll get in trouble or will I just get a WOW, you FINALLY are taking it easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in school till 5...makes me feel like I'm a school fan or something - 8:30 till 5!  I'm so tired and it's only 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did devotion.  Yea, umm, that wasn't fun.  K, I know I didn't really do all that well, but it was better than last time.  Never again though!  If none of you got what I was trying to say, my main point was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - be sincere w/ your friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't write that many notes to people last month...but to say thanks all in one go...Thanks for each of your lives.  I am glad to know you. I really can say that each person has blessed me at one time or another.  Continue to live for Him!&lt;br /&gt;*Honestly, sincerely*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3771963376100238844?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3771963376100238844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3771963376100238844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3771963376100238844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3771963376100238844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/07/anything-and-everything.html' title='anything and everything'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-7442351092220554635</id><published>2007-06-30T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:37:46.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Things I'm grateful for (@ school)</title><content type='html'>This was out devotion assignment but I thought I'll blog it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bernice :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finishing 7 LPTs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;devotions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sister&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not studying before school, at break, or lunch (TQ Paul Mae!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;roti canai for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being the "de-stresser" (makes me feel needed :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace - math, advice, and prayers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the little youngsters and their cheerfulness :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends - schoolwork, advice, and destressing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prayer meetings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chapels - specially worship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;air-conditioning (or else I would melt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BM classes - teaching and laughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciation notes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice creams :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;math book (haha haha ha - 11th grade next month :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;youth rally meetings - getting to know USJ/klang people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roles of leadership to help me grow (as much as I dislike it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing the one thing I wanted to do (l****** g* t**** and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-7442351092220554635?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/7442351092220554635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=7442351092220554635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7442351092220554635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/7442351092220554635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-things-im-grateful-for-school.html' title='20 Things I&apos;m grateful for (@ school)'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-47870659975517087</id><published>2007-06-28T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:34:30.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are cute...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIRtrL-I/AAAAAAAACNQ/bjFLBf6oNuc/s1600-h/28-06-2007+01%3B04%3B07PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIRtrL-I/AAAAAAAACNQ/bjFLBf6oNuc/s320/28-06-2007+01%3B04%3B07PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081097361332842466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me :)!  Strawberry pickin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIRtrL_I/AAAAAAAACNY/PMJVsor4dw8/s1600-h/28-06-2007+01%3B08%3B41PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIRtrL_I/AAAAAAAACNY/PMJVsor4dw8/s320/28-06-2007+01%3B08%3B41PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081097361332842482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIhtrMAI/AAAAAAAACNg/UokZAq7i8Zg/s1600-h/28-06-2007+01%3B09%3B17PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIhtrMAI/AAAAAAAACNg/UokZAq7i8Zg/s320/28-06-2007+01%3B09%3B17PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081097365627809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coke lovers!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIhtrMBI/AAAAAAAACNo/gIPN68YEMSU/s1600-h/28-06-2007+01%3B09%3B53PM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIhtrMBI/AAAAAAAACNo/gIPN68YEMSU/s320/28-06-2007+01%3B09%3B53PM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081097365627809810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sis&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/2560772554145632587-47870659975517087?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/47870659975517087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=47870659975517087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/47870659975517087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/47870659975517087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RoOvIRtrL-I/AAAAAAAACNQ/bjFLBf6oNuc/s72-c/28-06-2007+01%3B04%3B07PM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-1646608772502878475</id><published>2007-06-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T22:12:28.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2dayz</title><content type='html'>Today was a quite of a roller coaster kinda day.  The kinda day where nothing quite goes right for you...well at least the end of the day was better.  (Sorree, any of you if I was a bit snappish today :P.)   I finally did the thing I was longing to do for ages and ages and felt totally better afterwards.  I wish I had gotten the nerve to do it earlier.   If you have no idea what I'm talking about, never mind...just be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm believing again, because You've proved Yourself faithful...I can't break my promise to You.  When the goings are rough and I'm afraid, I'll remember the times You were there - the times you hugged me and held me close and wiped every tear away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'll remember You're still carrying me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-1646608772502878475?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1646608772502878475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1646608772502878475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1646608772502878475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1646608772502878475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/2dayz.html' title='2dayz'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4141898863055912470</id><published>2007-06-25T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:55:21.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="postbody"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so so so bored...and I don't even have to feel guilty about it :)...I finished my homework!!! so I'm amusing myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Person Who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Slept in your bed besides you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazel, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Saw you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I never go to the movies, but last time it was...Shabi, Roberts, Soph, Kelvin, Fai, Ms. Cath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You went to the mall with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above and add Grace and Wee Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You went to dinner with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You talked on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Said "I love you" to you and really meant it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel...hehe, my last post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Broke your heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get a broken heart so fast, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goofy :) friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would You Rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEITHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny when it's needed and serious when it's needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Die in a fire or drown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not decide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Spend time with your parents or enemies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Simple or complicated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Hardcore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do You Prefer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Flowers or candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Candy - at least you can eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Gray or black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Color or black-and-white photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Lust or love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sunset. (don't have to get up early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. M&amp;amp;Ms or Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Skittles&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Staying up late or waking up early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;waking up early (I know it's not Malaysian, nor that much American either, I'm just me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Moon (tisn't hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Winter or fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. 10 acquaintances or having 2 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Sun or rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Vanilla or chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Vodka or Jack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer Truthfully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..................it's as truthful as I can get..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do they know it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nobody in the entire world knows so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9:29 at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lydia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Nickname(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;don't ask, just don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your birthdate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;May 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to be happy all the time every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Where do you want to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What would you name a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a pretty name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What would you name a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Nervous habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;zipped lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you double jointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Can you raise on eyebrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nope...I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup...called chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Which shoe goes on first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Ever thrown one at someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;course not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. On the average, how much money do you carry with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;usually I have no money...so nobody can rob me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What jewelry do you wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;watch and it depends on my mood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you twirl your spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever eaten Spam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anything...except spaghetti ice cream (there really is!  but I didn't try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. How many kinds cereal are in your cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's your favorite beverage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can, but it's not my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the last month, have you...? (yes or no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Had a boyf or girlf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bought something you didn't need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Sang in front of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Been kissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;duh!  my parents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup...can't get through a day w/o a hug you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup when I make silly mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Got drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Got high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Danced crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Gotten your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....well, I better not say yes/no it might be a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4141898863055912470?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4141898863055912470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4141898863055912470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4141898863055912470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4141898863055912470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-so-so-so-bored.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-3555848547904626442</id><published>2007-06-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:51:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>My sis is not going to like this but...&lt;br /&gt;I watched her grow up since she was a baby.  I remember her trying to learn to walk.  She kept falling over and I kept wondering why she was so clumsy :P.  We were the closest playmates.  We use to dump out our whole basket of toys and sit in the basket, playing imaginary games.  We flew to America.  I remember worrying about her on the plane, little five-year-old I was.   We fought often, even about little things like scissors, but they just added to being sisters.  I kissed her in the middle of the night while she was sleeping.  (Haha, Hazel, I never told you since you never liked to be kissed.)  When she ate nasal spray and she went to the hospital, I prayed for her.  I planned a surprise birthday party for her and fought w/ her on the morn before the party.  She said she only "liked me" not "loved me", but I always knew better.  She missed me if I went out and wrote me notes.  We told sister secrets.  She always wanted to bunk in w/ me for the night.  She annoyed, exasperated me, and drove me up the walls, but we laughed over her antics.  I worried about how she took all the changes happening.  I worried when she failed.  I scolded, she tattled.   It's called being sisters.  Only sisters share the craziest but most precious memories.  I know I get mad.  I know I am often stressed.  I know I often fail as a sister, and I wish I didn't.  But for each scolding I give you, just take it that you're close enough to me that I know you won't take it wrongly.  I can't scold a lot of people you know w/o being afraid they'll take it the wrong way.  And for each scolding I give you, I'll remember that it hurts and it doesn't say...I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3555848547904626442?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3555848547904626442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3555848547904626442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3555848547904626442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3555848547904626442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3483841314425775508</id><published>2007-06-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:33:25.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy's the word</title><content type='html'>Phew!  I actually managed to get through this week.  Every night I am SO tired and I fall asleep in 10 mins.  Then the next morn I'm up again - w/ heavy eyebrows.  Wednesday was absolutely crazy.  I was up at 6.  School till 3.  We went down to Klang after and stayed there till 9:30 having a meeting.   By the time I got home, it was 11.  I was falling asleep on the way back and I went crazy :P.  It has just been so hetic, but nothing exciting happened!  If things were exciting, I wouldn't mind it being busy.....:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I put up my feet and relaxed!  I need the break.  I can be absolutely crazy.  I worked on the hour car ride down to Klang :) and all my friends tried to take my book.  Okie dokies I'm a bit weird, but I have to be a good girl and finish my work, right?  Or maybe it would be better that I was a bad girl :P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long girly-girl talk w/ my friend from Maine...it was so fun.  I &lt;3 talking to her (them).  We teased and laughed and played around, spoke in Malay, and what-not...I bet I sounded more American.  I always do when I talk to an American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thank goodness nobody made me eat Bak Kuh Teh in Klang.  Maybe I shouldn't be giving anybody any ideas :P.  Well, Bak Kuh Teh is better than some Chinese veggies but it's not my favorite - at least it's edible.  Oh and don't think you can trick me w/ durian, that is okay - better than Bak Kuh Teh and nangka (jackfruit) is my favorite.  Hmm, what other food is there that "Americans" don't eat?  Hey, Americans won't eat fish head curry, and I love it especially from H &amp;amp; H.  I did taste something new in Klang.  Now, I have a craving and I don't know where to get it, nor how to order it....bubble tea.  It's REALLY good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3483841314425775508?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3483841314425775508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3483841314425775508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3483841314425775508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3483841314425775508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/busys-word.html' title='busy&apos;s the word'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-2745421066382102585</id><published>2007-06-18T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:26:46.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life isn't fair</title><content type='html'>Oh how I wish it was!  It would make things so much easier, but I guess it has been something so drilled in me that I have to accept it.  When I was little, I always liked to say, "That's not fair.  How come so-and-so..."  It's like the century old saying, and what all parents say back is, "Who ever said life was fair?"  I remember one time my sis and I were fighting, and all I remember is that it had something to do w/ scissors.  I wonder why now.  And I remember my dad telling me that - for the hundredth time, and I think I finally got it on the hundredth time.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that to me today, and my only answer was "I know."  But now that I've thought it out, life isn't fair, but if life was fair, there would be no problems.  And if there were no problems, I would never be challenged.  I would never grow.  And because of life's unfairness, God teaches me and blesses me in new ways I'll never imagine.  I have proof.  If you want to know, ask me the next time you see me.  God works things out for the good of those who love Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-2745421066382102585?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/2745421066382102585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=2745421066382102585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2745421066382102585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/2745421066382102585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-isnt-fair.html' title='Life isn&apos;t fair'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-3230477416645403930</id><published>2007-06-17T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:56:20.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Daddy!</title><content type='html'>You know Chicken Soup for the soul?  Well, Chicken soup books are like my favorite!  If you got any, may I please borrow it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: Four years old: My daddy can do anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: Eight years old: My dad doesn’t know exactly everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 10 years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 12 years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn’t know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 14 years old: Don’t pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 21 years old: Him? My Lord, he’s hopelessly out of date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 25 years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 30 years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he’s had a lot of experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 35 years old: I’m not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 40 years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;When I was: 50 years old: I’d give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn’t appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned a lot from him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Ann Landers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;All I pray is that I realize what you are to me long before I turn 35.  I respect you a lot.  Thanks for always being there through laughter and tears.  Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3230477416645403930?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3230477416645403930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3230477416645403930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3230477416645403930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3230477416645403930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-daddy.html' title='Thanks Daddy!'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-9043913072644059645</id><published>2007-06-16T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:55:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday, Elisa!</title><content type='html'>Wow, this is the month for birthdays!  Somebody very friendly, very cheerful, very kind...Somebody who I've known for too long that I know all her goods and bads......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Elisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2560772554145632587-9043913072644059645?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/9043913072644059645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=9043913072644059645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/9043913072644059645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/9043913072644059645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-bday-elisa.html' title='Happy Bday, Elisa!'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-1020720465616312779</id><published>2007-06-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:40:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oops!  I forgot to wish somebody a Happy Birthday.  For June 9th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATRINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have an awesome day - oops - hope you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; an awesome day!  I am so glad to know you. Keep in touch always.  Thanks for putting up w/ me whenever I needed to talk!  Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&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/2560772554145632587-1020720465616312779?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/1020720465616312779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=1020720465616312779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1020720465616312779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/1020720465616312779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-katrina.html' title='To Katrina'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4111979414505186344</id><published>2007-06-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:01:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Alyssa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALYSSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know she won't like it that I put her on my blo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g, but I didn't like it either when somebody put it on her blog when it was my birthday.  After all, it's her BIRTHDAY!  I have to say Happy Birthday.   She's really the best.  One of the most awesome friends I ever had.  She was always the quiet type, but she could always make you laugh.  And even though she is quiet, she's steady, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you were always there when I needed it - even if I was halfway around the world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4111979414505186344?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4111979414505186344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4111979414505186344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4111979414505186344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4111979414505186344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-alyssa.html' title='To Alyssa'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-171844395858981929</id><published>2007-06-12T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:00:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wonder what a friend is.  Have you ever gotten that stupid forward about what a best friend is and what just a friend is?  Really, I feel like giving the person who wrote it a piece of my mind.  This was one part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud, I have many close friends, but if any of them just walked in and helped themselves to anything out of the fridge, I would probably stare at them and think they're terribly impolite.  So coming back to the point, what is a friend?  Somebody who is just an acquaintance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...someone who've you've hanged out w/, someone who you've spent time w/, someone who was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no best friend, I just have many close friends who are all the best.  I haven't seen two awesome friends in four years, and I haven't seen my "Mainer" friends in two years, and I see my Malaysian friends every day of my life (or almost always, not weekends, thank goodness!  I need a break from them! Just Kidding)  I have friends in I don't know how many places in the world, and I've learned one thing - Never underestimate friendship.  The only thing I wish is that I realized how much my friends meant to me in Maine.  You guys, if I never said "Thanks", you guys rock!  K, not to leave anybody out, Malaysians are cool too, I mean it. (I didn't know you had such a sense of humor.  Hehe :P.  I use to think all Malaysians were serious people.  No joke, but I've changed my mind now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-171844395858981929?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/171844395858981929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=171844395858981929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/171844395858981929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/171844395858981929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-6190638607388879382</id><published>2007-06-10T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:34:30.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W/o stealing, begging (or maybe I did), or borrowing, I got these old pics of when we were kiddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuMmC64cmI/AAAAAAAACMo/ztqgUC8WAsY/s1600-h/06-09-2007+11%3B39%3B22AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuMmC64cmI/AAAAAAAACMo/ztqgUC8WAsY/s320/06-09-2007+11%3B39%3B22AM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074303990409753186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuMmS64cnI/AAAAAAAACMw/c6-6bfX7ZDQ/s1600-h/06-09-2007+11%3B41%3B01AM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuMmS64cnI/AAAAAAAACMw/c6-6bfX7ZDQ/s320/06-09-2007+11%3B41%3B01AM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074303994704720498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...my beautiful Maine...that was what I got to see out of my front window.  BTW, we are not that fat!  You have to bundle up in few layers to keep out the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuOhS64coI/AAAAAAAACM4/sffzRn6YJZE/s1600-h/101_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuOhS64coI/AAAAAAAACM4/sffzRn6YJZE/s320/101_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074306107828630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in 4th grade!  10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I've changed A LOT (hopefully for the better!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-6190638607388879382?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/6190638607388879382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=6190638607388879382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6190638607388879382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/6190638607388879382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/wo-stealing-begging-or-borrowing-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>lydia.</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy0bVNCR8QU/RmuMmC64cmI/AAAAAAAACMo/ztqgUC8WAsY/s72-c/06-09-2007+11%3B39%3B22AM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560772554145632587.post-3246301819622784751</id><published>2007-06-09T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:53:39.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Don't think I'm going to be doing this often so if you tag me, I don't promise to do it, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME PEOPLE I WANT TO MEET:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Hana &amp; Elisa (REALLY!  I haven't see them in 5 yrs!),  Chels, Livy, Lis, Katrina, Katie, Maryanne, and A LOT more people.  Miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS I CAN'T LIVE W/O:&lt;br /&gt;God, my mommy and daddy, my sis (even IF she drives me up the walls ALL the time!), my friends (ALL over the world.  You guys rock!), my schoolwork (I know I know tha'ts weird, but wouldn't it be really boring w/o school?  There would be nothing to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH I COULD:&lt;br /&gt;go to America!, be everything God wants me to be, be two places in once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT:&lt;br /&gt;problems to disappear, a handphone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONGS THAT I THINK ARE AWESOME:&lt;br /&gt;Free to Dance, The Stand, Majesty, and The Potter's Hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW I SEE MYSELF IN 10 YEARS:&lt;br /&gt;OLD!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM FACTS:&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared of roaches.  I walked halfway around the zoo barefoot.  And since my sis is the cause of this, I have to force my sis to talk in public and tell her to be quiet at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-3246301819622784751?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/3246301819622784751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=3246301819622784751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3246301819622784751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/3246301819622784751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-5105242405351720770</id><published>2007-06-08T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:04:18.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing on</title><content type='html'>haha, I actually stuck to this for more than one day.  If this actually lasts a month, I will be pretty amazed myself. :P  I've got nothing to say...I REALLY want school to start again!!!  I know I am being weird, but it's so boring.  My sis says I'm being boring.............&lt;br /&gt;hmm, well Hazel was laughing like nuts and going hyper at the tiniest thing today.  Just because of what somebody said on MSN!!!  And about something I said like two months ago!!! Shows how boring it is around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-5105242405351720770?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/5105242405351720770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=5105242405351720770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5105242405351720770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/5105242405351720770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha-i-actually-stuck-to-this-for-more.html' title='nothing on'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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-2560772554145632587.post-4502518246923014557</id><published>2007-06-07T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:51:07.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....well...</title><content type='html'>This is cause I am terribly bored.  I only do this sort of thing when I am TOTALLY TOTALLY bored.  This is like the most boring vacation of my life.  I've actually worked until I made my sis feel guilty :P and my mom had to remind me it's vaca :).  I have NOT worked myself half to death, ok?  I have been taking it a bit easy...I am looking forward to school cause it won't be so boring, but I am NOT looking forward to having to work hard.  I know - I am being totally boring.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I will be really surprised if this blog actually lasts for more than a month...I've done like3 blogs now and deleted them a few days later, but I will really try to stick to this a bit, but I am not the most free person in the world........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560772554145632587-4502518246923014557?l=pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/feeds/4502518246923014557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2560772554145632587&amp;postID=4502518246923014557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4502518246923014557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560772554145632587/posts/default/4502518246923014557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pizza-n-roticanai.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='....well...'/><author><name>lydia.</name><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>
