<?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-17035594</id><updated>2012-01-10T19:45:01.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LindSAYS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-7152155854449491697</id><published>2010-07-03T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:44:21.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free time: work and enjoy</title><content type='html'>I work during my free time because I'm enjoying what I'm doing. Thanks E for being so great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-7152155854449491697?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/7152155854449491697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=7152155854449491697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/7152155854449491697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/7152155854449491697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2010/07/free-time-work-and-enjoy.html' title='free time: work and enjoy'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-4069154378760853090</id><published>2009-05-14T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:16:50.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while, long while</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;long while,&lt;/span&gt; that I haven't shared my stories here. I think I had but failed to hit publish post button. (whew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007 was full of overwhelming surprises. Actually, positive surprises. To name a few: had salary increase, met reliable-fun friends, travel-travel and finally committed to a special soul. (lovestruck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 2008, I could say that the world was against us. I don't know why and what's behind all of these. It was very difficult but still moving on. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm scared, really scared. I cried a lot but only few saw tears falling down my eyes. I'm a strong woman, that's what all people think. But hey no, despite the funny-strong look on my face, inside me was entirely different. I felt really bad. I was weak, sickly and felt like a mentally deranged patient. Although it was a total blackout in my part, I managed to survive because He never failed me. I was granted a year and four months to enjoy life with my mom. I'm her number one fan.  I loved her so much. And I will surely miss her. Everything will for always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on time. 2009 was no joke. New things. New life after our mom rested in peace with the Lord last May 1, 5:25p.m. The scene before she left was last April 26 was full of surprises. My mom asked me to accompany her to the hospital because she felt very weak. Knowing that she was in great pain, she was still able to speak to me with gentleness and concern. Concern as a mother that her child won't panic. Wow, she's one great woman. I salute her for everything.  So we went straight to the hospital with my eldest brother. There she was well taken care of...of me of course. I savored every moment when we were together. We played the role of mother and child. Now, I'm the mother and my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;nanay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, the child. She was very fragile but she never complained. Many of her friends, relatives,  and even our classmates visited "our beloved nanay". Everyone shared happy thoughts and all of these were captured in our cameras and most especially in our minds and hearts. If someone was taken away, something best comes in. We are very much happy and fortunate that we have tita Nonoy, my mom's elder sister. She's very generous, loving, understanding, caring and ever supportive. Despite our combat, she's there for us, ALWAYS. I love you tita Nonoy and thank you so much for the entire thing. Christmas and New year were spent in our home with lola Trining, tita Nonoy, Manong Jude, Manong Jack, Inday Teresa, tito Ed and myself. We savored every moment. So much praise were given to our Almighty for all the blessings in life we received.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2010. Great time, new life, fun, love, acceptance and respect enveloped our family. I had a break. My brother Peter Jude, Dave and I went to Singapore for a 6 days vacation. (unfortunately my brother Jack wasn't able to come with us because he had a his early vacation to Palawan) The trip was fun! And of course, I'd like to say thank you so much to my cousin Rolla, and friends :Jenny, Ralph, Erwin and Ardy for being with us during your free days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I learned so much about life. Every thing that comes along my way, may it be big or small, are for always treasured. For all the people who have been with us in our difficult journeys, thank you for the love, support and most of all your prayers.  Praise God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/17035594-4069154378760853090?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/4069154378760853090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=4069154378760853090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/4069154378760853090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/4069154378760853090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-while-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while, long while'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-116744960197161929</id><published>2006-12-30T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:02:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/283/1633/1600/957453/HC4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/283/1633/320/288073/HC4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was full of mixed emotions. Emotions which gave me a package of betterment for the next big thing.&lt;br /&gt;For the next big thing--that's another 12 months to combat every circumstances, I am certain that I could color up my whole year around again.&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's hooked in my plan to stay long in the room which made myself a "special hotcake"--@ Callb&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ô&lt;/span&gt;x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-116744960197161929?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/116744960197161929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=116744960197161929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/116744960197161929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/116744960197161929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-next_30.html' title='what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-115666261058115910</id><published>2006-12-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:54:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered</title><content type='html'>I have recovered...&lt;br /&gt;I have survived...&lt;br /&gt;... those vampire nights!&lt;br /&gt;I could sense Mr. Sun shinning upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I just loved mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Those river eases my being..&lt;br /&gt;The laughter of kids that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Hotcake product of Callbôx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...indeed, sacrifices has greater reward(s). Promotion! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being too scattered with words but I am sure you got my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-115666261058115910?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/115666261058115910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=115666261058115910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/115666261058115910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/115666261058115910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/12/recovered.html' title='Recovered'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-115235260363008853</id><published>2006-07-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T02:56:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss this page</title><content type='html'>Hi blog page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long-long time that I haven't touched this page.  I've got so many things to share but to make it short: Life in call center is tough and will make you go crazy if you don't know how to handle pressure, frustration and among others. However, in the far end, you will be victorious on how to communicate much better, learn how to convert every mistakes you perform into an interest, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people in this business that I value, thank and put my thumbs up towards them.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which I will never forget: make a lead is the only matter and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-115235260363008853?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/115235260363008853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=115235260363008853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/115235260363008853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/115235260363008853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-this-page.html' title='Miss this page'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114275635311100748</id><published>2006-03-19T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:19:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batch 14</title><content type='html'>Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/grp%20pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114275635311100748?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114275635311100748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114275635311100748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114275635311100748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114275635311100748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/03/batch-14.html' title='Batch 14'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114272611170569861</id><published>2006-03-19T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T15:55:11.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't feel like finishing my training.  I can sense no enjoyment.  I experienced  bunch of pressure and my peace of mind have gone far away that even myself can no longer find it.  Sisa where are you???.  hahaha.  But honestly I am not the type of person who quits immediately.  I do combat and hold tighter to my ability if ever struggle comes along with me, but right now I can sense no worth if I will hold on it.  I am suffering.  I simply ask that at the end of my work, I will feel serenity but no room for it.  Everytime I am home after my 12 a.m.-9a.m. duty, supposedly resting, my heart is not at ease.  Pressured and enveloped with stress.  It doesn't sound and feel good.  So I am deciding to quit yet place things in good hands.  Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Results will be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114272611170569861?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114272611170569861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114272611170569861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114272611170569861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114272611170569861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/03/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of mind'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114212505079206149</id><published>2006-03-12T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:57:30.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to Iloilo last February 28 for my training at Callbox Costumer Contact Solution as a call center agent and still on going.  The first week was our classroom training and a portion of it is getting to know each other and more of familiarization of key things in a call center.  I belong to batch 14.  According to the pioneer and the trainors we have, our batch is a package of good individuals.  I can attest to this because everyone in our batch are versatile.  We have a dentist, a French teacher, medical technologist, two laides and three gentlemen who have call center experience, two Korean tutors, a real estate employee before, medical representaive agent, a nursing student but he prefer to focus to have a job at the age of 18, former callbox agent, and two athletes who happen to be in the same school in college as well as able to excel in sport they are in.  I know you can point out where I am there in the lucky 14.  I am so happy to belong in this batch because our personality merged together.  I have mature minds to approach when my low self-esteem rings.  Child-like buddies to pour out the loud  laughs we have within.  I also have my three sisters to share "the girl thing" thoughts.  And I am the prettiest.  hahaha.  And with this, I am reminded of my sala-set sisters I left in Bacolod (April and Joan).  I guess both of them were opening right and then my blog and always open no new blog update.  I apologize for that alert pals!.  But hey, here I am trying to give you some experiences I have in Region Six.  I miss my HOI pals. I'll try to post the pictures I took the next time I happen to surf the internet.  Oh, by the way, Last March 5, our company held its sportsfest.  And ofcourse, I have my nerves on for volleyball and won the game.  The championship game is on going today but I did not join since I took the last trip yesterday for me to go home and celebrate my birthday here then.  So Happy Birthday to me. ( * *,).  Happy 21!.  Oh, thank you for greeting me guys!, you know who you are.  After my two nights sleep in my real home, I'll catch for Monday's 5:30p.m. trip because I need to report for work from 12:00 a.m. until 9:00 a.m.  My work schedule is from Mondays until Fridays; 12:00 a.m.-9:00 a.m.  It is a vampire body clock.  But no worries because most vampires has gorgeous and few handsome faces, hahaha.  Count me in the gorgeous! (- -,).&lt;br /&gt;Behind all those likeable details, the most difficult part being a call center agent is your call quota and must have success calls to accomplish for your account.  And unkind interaction from prospects your are calling--especially those gatekeepers!  I honestly do have this difficult time having all those things being taught to me all set in my mind since I am not a night person.  Maybe it is the reason why my mind is no full.  But I am trying to absorb it gently as much as I can.  I'll be used to it.  And I can attest that everything can be learned as you go along.  I am much thankful to those who are possessing their fulltime patience on me.  Thank you.  Thank you.  You'll have something from me soon.  For the meantime that's all I can share.&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/17035594-114212505079206149?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114212505079206149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114212505079206149' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114212505079206149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114212505079206149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/03/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114068147879825661</id><published>2006-02-25T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:15:30.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April and Joan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Photo008%20copy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/Photo008%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Photo008%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;April and Joan are my associates in work that I will for always keep fondly in mind. The memories of laugh trip, food trip, alert trip, picture trip, eating trip, movie trip and sala set trip that we give over to each other in my next journey in another workplace will for always be reserved in my long term memory that will let me feel the longingness of their voices of hoi&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, alert&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, sala-set&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and laugh tones as well as their warm company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have nothing to complain about their being. Both of them are person with whom I can extend my a struggle or cause. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/ako%20Joan,April12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/ako%20Joan%2CApril12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;April doesn't know this yet. I salute her attitude for being so responsible in any ways especially for being a good daughter, sister and ofcourse as a friend. She never left anyone in cold. Even in her simple ways, tangible or intangible, you can surely feel her concern. And I am so lucky that as I journey LD Center I happen to meet her. (etchos lng na Pril nga may katuoran). Thanks gd Pril ha...(Say, ikaw ba 'yan?) Pink! Pink! Pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Joan's side, I am a fan of her versatility. From work to fashion and business and ofcourse making fragile things multiply. (Joan knows what I mean, no Joan no?...hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, by the way the treat that I have told you both will never be just a word. We'll make it soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALA-SET sisters, my HOI! chums and my ALERTNESS pals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/Photo004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Photo005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/Photo005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114068147879825661?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114068147879825661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114068147879825661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114068147879825661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114068147879825661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/april-and-joan.html' title='April and Joan'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114066359461056297</id><published>2006-02-23T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:15:50.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the rash spread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I have decided to consult a skin specialist before the virus will spread all over my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The physician's finding, who happens that both our middle and surname was similar, Debbie Garcia Villanueva, uttered that it was an allergy reaction. Medications given to me were Clobetasol Ointment 5 g and Cetrizine tablet #4. The ointment application will be applied to rash two times a day and the tablet will be taken once during evening good for four days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All were done instantly and money came out in my pocket too, very instantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another rush cure for the rash. A rush money went forth too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/DSC00033.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114066359461056297?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114066359461056297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114066359461056297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114066359461056297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114066359461056297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/before-rash-spread.html' title='Before the rash spread'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114049219704281274</id><published>2006-02-21T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:55:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My fear of being too attached with my friends and suddenly part ways has come. I hate this stuff. Now I am the one who is suffering.&lt;br /&gt;If only I maintain my defense mechanism of not getting too attached with friends definitely I will never plunge my heart into a bittersweet longing for things, persons, or situations of the past. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(aragooooooyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I know it will soon end. The least I can do for the meantime is to savor every moment with them while I am near them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Teach me how to overcome the feeling I have right now. Difficult. Difficult. Difficult. Pardon me for not being the funny-Lindlee you know. Sometimes I also get tired of making other people laugh yet deep inside I am having difficulty to make my ownself happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(waaaaaaaHH, drama: Enough). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lindlee, get wind of moving on to another place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friendship, my request for all of you is, please keep in touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114049219704281274?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114049219704281274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114049219704281274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114049219704281274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114049219704281274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/fear-has-come.html' title='Fear has come'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114040695009269293</id><published>2006-02-20T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:45:20.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>callbôx, my new workplace</title><content type='html'>Eight days from now I will be starting my training at Callbox, a call center situated a region away from home--it is in Emmanuel Business Center 2nd floor, Benigno Aquino Avenue, Molo, Iloilo City.&lt;br /&gt;New workplace. And everything will be new.&lt;br /&gt;What is nice having a new workplace is you are faced by excitement. And what makes it bad is this-- you will miss a lot of things from your past work. This noun will let me feel "missing the moments"--&gt;People, people, people and people who have became a part, major part of my life. You know who you are guys.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take the happy side not the sad one because it will never bring good.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will gain a lot of commissions so that I can treat those whom I shared a promise to treat them in Guimaras...&lt;br /&gt;I let you know about the things that is happening around me during my training. I guess it will take much time for me to update you. But I will really do an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114040695009269293?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114040695009269293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114040695009269293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114040695009269293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114040695009269293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/callbx-my-new-workplace.html' title='callbôx, my new workplace'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-114007157117744694</id><published>2006-02-16T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:16:38.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few knows...Few words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only few people know about this. Yet, surely many knows about her.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fan of Ma. Jolina Perez Magdangal. Ei, don't laugh. It is a choice. RESPECT. You: Read. And that's your job. You react later. I find her amazing. And you can place her anywhere. Role model, drama, comedy, theater and arts, hosting, dancing, singing, endorsing promising products and brands, enterpreneurship, concert and fashion. She will allure you. Opppssss, she allured me. Allured me of her energy, sparkling, candid, smart image inside out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;:: Joan and April, R-e-a-c-t na!...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/JOLINS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/JOLINS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-114007157117744694?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/114007157117744694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=114007157117744694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114007157117744694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/114007157117744694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/few-knowsfew-words.html' title='Few knows...Few words'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113997680816188556</id><published>2006-02-15T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:20:16.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next in line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had an interview earlier in Cebu Pacific (SUMMIT WORLD BACOLOD INCORPARATION). I came in 30 minutes ahead of my interview schedule which was 11:00 in the morning so that I won't experience the first time consequence of being a minute late in PAL's agenda yesterday. I had with me a package of excitement and nerve of another career move thinking of a prestigious company like Cebu Pacific. And honestly, I really expected a lot from it. A lot from it!. As I have my eyes rolled all over the office situated at Victorina Arcade, Rizal Street Bacolod City, which is a one ride away from my office that gave me a fast-mid comfortable ride, while ansewring a one-page questionnaire with four essay questions, I began to smell not so nice environment. The not so nice thing had popped into my mind when the officer-in-charge, who also interviewed me, started stressing about the salary that I would be earning. Invisibly, a dropping posture seized me. I just simply wanted the position being offered to me as the Marketing officer wherein I will undergo training, however the compensation is not that good. Think of me as if a paper bill face, but that is reality. Everyone needs a good pay. Fiscal crisis is the head gear of our society instead of a stable lifestyle for everybody. So better yet, I prefer to stay here in my office which I am mid-alright about it than have another job which I am not sure of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or maybe, wait for my Medical Transcriptionist calling at Riverside. I know the head office will call me very, very soon. But if again, not, let me scream for about 8 seconds (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH), I will pursue my plan to franchise a hone-based call center. No pressure. Only monthly dues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let us take a peek of my face again. Just do it, if not, I am not forcing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/DSC00031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;pormalidad #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/DSC00034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pormalidad #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113997680816188556?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113997680816188556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113997680816188556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113997680816188556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113997680816188556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/next-in-line.html' title='Next in line'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113991113988896261</id><published>2006-02-14T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:24:22.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAL-&gt;supalpal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the meantime i'll just place the picture here. And I will just tell things in details tomorrow if I have time. I'll be late in my date. Joke!. You ha, I'll just go home. I am tired. I just want to rest my body and mind and my heart too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what April and I did after having the slot numbers 109 and 110... April can relate to this. (hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/DSC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lindlee: hoi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April: with her favorite pose (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/DSC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SeriousNESS this time (baw,baw,baw!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;(^ ^,) :: resumption after an interruption of time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allow me to rewind what had happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The exact schedule for Philippine AirLine's agenda is 1:00 in the afternoon, February 14, 2006. We are not dating, we are on our hearts with a double of it beating. Beating for catching up with the time. It was more than a double when we are quite late since we had our outfit changed in our office after we had our lunch. As soon as April and I arrived at the Sugar Land Hotel, many applicants were standing and listening to the one who will orient the entire batch. But unfortunately, due to less space to accomodate about 150 plus applicants in the Mascubado Room of the hotel who came for one reason and that is to become a flight attendant, what they did was to let all those who did not make it until number 50 slot for that afternoon's orientation  write in a piece of paper our names. I've got the 109 slot and April-110. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was tiring. Tiring to fix ourselves ofcourse. So we just hurriedly wrote our names and I had decided to go back in my office to cool my soul up. But then, I am thinking as to whether take tomorrow's session or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During night time, I have decided not to attend because I will have my dental appointment the next day 9:00 in the morning and PAL's session will start at exactly 8 in the morning. But no assurance if my name will be reach on that time span. Many signs that PAL is not for me, although according to God, there is no sign. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never tried PAL. (tsk-tsk-tsk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113991113988896261?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113991113988896261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113991113988896261' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113991113988896261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113991113988896261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/pal-supalpal.html' title='PAL-&gt;supalpal?'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113963961263317119</id><published>2006-02-11T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:22:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC heals...consumes time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music heals one's soul. And oh, by the way, it consumes time so fast either. Try it when you are all alone, especially in one Saturday time...hehehe. Better yet, try to hear all sorts of music. Find it and play it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home early, but I can't simply do it. &lt;em&gt;(araguy ah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing nlgn ko gani ah-&gt; "Budoy ako, Budoy tayo". hehehe. Singing whatever song you like heals worries, although I am not a good singer, just the most requested one especially during special occasions in our office. wahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Just to overwrite the story, I am a fan of Budoy. He gives a dose of smile especially when he plays music or sing it with his own version. Nice honey-bee hive trademark on top of his head.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I ain't have the drive to type so many things as of this time.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/DSC00028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Alone-Saturday companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/DSC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113963961263317119?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113963961263317119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113963961263317119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113963961263317119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113963961263317119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-healsconsumes-time.html' title='MUSIC heals...consumes time'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113930128736027602</id><published>2006-02-07T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:20:03.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name It What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I already have their names!. Then what? Name: Bubbles. Why Bubbles?. Oh, when you look at it, you would definitely see some bubbles on "&lt;em&gt;the plastic??"&lt;/em&gt; where it used to protect the screen of my mobile phone. Nice Bubbles. Sometimes it hangs!Full of bubbles indeed. Not bubbles on it but bubbles on my head that would seldom push me to hate when it hangs up. Hahaha. But despite of that and the bubbles thingy, I do a careful way of handling and keeping Bubbles away from any injuries.&lt;br /&gt;Another name is Fiber. Again, why Fiber?. Hmmm, since I need to be extra careful of it, I put Fiber in a hanky that I have and pack it when not in use with a foamy thing (although Fiber has its own case) wherein upon taking Fiber off from its pouch, Fiber is surrounded by fibers from the foamy thing. Wahahaha... For you not to wonder who or what Fiber is, it is my iPod-30GB. Oh, I need to be much extra careful. Careful with snatchers...hehehe. Because NTC or police blotter will be another effort to make if lost. &lt;em&gt;(purya palayo). &lt;/em&gt;And a lot of screaming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/FiberZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fibersss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/bubblesss.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fibersss.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/fibersss.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/FiberZ.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/FiberZ.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/fiber5%20(2).0.jpg"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113930128736027602?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113930128736027602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113930128736027602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113930128736027602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113930128736027602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/02/name-it-what.html' title='Name It What?'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113807066212412728</id><published>2006-01-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:05:13.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I mean by True Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone else has their own meaning what true friendship is, so and you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are the things that I consider vital in acheiving true friedship. Read the next lines please and you will know about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;True friendship is giving your heart and mind, love and trust, and having mutual respect to each other. Once these factors are present the rest will just follow.&lt;/div&gt;A true friend never walks away when you are doomed by difficulty, instead they are there to give an exact dose of comfort and encouragement. When you commit false things, they never over react right away. What they do is identify the source of what makes the act false, think of possible solutions, and finally plunge the false act into the right track in order to finally embrace the answer.&lt;br /&gt;A true friendship is having the joy and not misery.&lt;br /&gt;I consider true friendship as having myself surrounded by angels here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;It is you and me, my angel, a friend who knows the exact doses I wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113807066212412728?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113807066212412728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113807066212412728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113807066212412728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113807066212412728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-i-mean-by-true-friendship.html' title='What I mean by True Friendship'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113781388937475102</id><published>2006-01-21T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:53:59.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PBB CARAVAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A unit of typically young and adult excited faces and rhythmic cheers occupies Lacson Streets today. I wonder what are they up to. Are they present along the streets to jest for a certain reason or rally again for another issue that needs an opposition? But I immediately recall the television announcement recently. It is Pinoy Big Brother's influencing and remarkable personalies' caravan today in Negros Occidental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This spreading familiarity of Pinoy Big Brother personalities never stopped me to refuse from witnessing their presence and do a lot of shouting for the stars to notice me ofcourse. In order to clearly see the faces of Jennivev "Nene" Santillan Tamayo, the commander and PBB's winner, Uma Khouny, whose greatest fears are ghosts and cockroaches, Cassandra Ponti, the sexy gal, Jayson Gainza, the commedian, Say Alonzo, the pink shaded thing lover, Joseph Benedict "JB" Magsaysay, the one who happens to fall in love inside Big Brother's house, Franzen Fajardo, the funny and naughty boy, Sam Lloyd Milby, the heart throb singer composer guy, Chiqui "Chx" Llamaso Alcala, the sweet, sexy and sensitive chick, Jennifer "Jenny" Suico, the princess like mother, Jun Bob Dela Cruz, the less talk type and handsome man, Racquel Acosta Reyes, the teacher, and Frederick "Rico" Barrera, the mysterious man, I positioned myself at the edge of window wing of LD Center building, 2nd floor. I never hesitated to shout their names as I see them. Upon seeing Uma, I called his name and oh my, he hears my voice. He waved at me and so i waved back and both of us exchanged those flying kiss thing. Funny, but who cares, I do. Cass, Bob, and Say did the same way too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again it is one funny live moment that will surely register in my long term memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="28" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/PBB4.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/PBB1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/PBB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113781388937475102?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113781388937475102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113781388937475102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113781388937475102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113781388937475102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/pbb-caravan.html' title='PBB CARAVAN'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113705811064068664</id><published>2006-01-12T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T01:28:30.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May Fair Maneuver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is during the 15th and the 30th of the month that May Fair has usually its flea market.  It is a good thing because most people have the money to buy things they wanted having reasonable prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our shoes dragged us, April, Joan and I, to May Fair's flea market calendar awhile ago after we have taken our lunch.  We just walked going to the place since it is only five streets away from our office.  The three of us availed ahead a free exercise and ecoconomized six pesos from our pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went every booths that offers the cheapest price for a certain thing, although things in there were already cheap.  It is sometimes an advantage to have the guts to ask for discounts.  Nothing to lose anyway but once the sales person let you avail discounts...hmmm, it's their lost...(hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although half of our brain was hooked to what we have left behind, that's our office guys (hehehe), we surely enjoyed our May Fair Maneuever.  We bought what our hearts wanted but never our pockets though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From time to time if boredom srtuck you one better idea is to runaway from such and find ways to rescue boredom with laughter and remarkable memories.  Maneuver things once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113705811064068664?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113705811064068664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113705811064068664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113705811064068664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113705811064068664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/may-fair-maneuver.html' title='May Fair Maneuver'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113660761355590765</id><published>2006-01-07T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:04:37.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't think of a better title for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't think of a better title for this. It is likewise when you are in a situation of parting ways with a person or thing important to you in just a split of a second or a blink of an eye. I know many will have this reaction--"If before you can live without them or those, why can't you today?". Events from the past are surely different as of now. Maybe same event but never similar as it is in the present or whom you are with or what you use or do. Call me stupid but that is reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am aware that things in this life will reach its end. Oh, by the way, most of my friends think of me as "so-what i can..." type of person. The reason behind is I honestly don't want to experience the cut or bruise of losing the most important matter in my life. It is a difficult thing. Let me clean your brain, it's not about love. I am no extravagantly emotional being when it comes to love relationships. I don't give a damn. Let those men drool over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What I am pointing here is about one person whom I never spent most of my time enjoying or sharing confidential things about myself since I usually feel uneasy and I have this attitude of keeping things own my own especially if I can manage to carry it on all by myself. Time simply changes everything. And I am a victim of time. Time let me realize how nice it is to share things with someone who is willing to absorb and have a part of your pain in order for you to feel light and never feel alone no more. I want to thank you for that--one person. Everytime I feel so weak, the other half makes my knees walk straight ahead and even move extra further without fear. It is one thing that inspires me all throughout. Whenver tears gently pours on my face, not just a wipe of a handkerchief touches me but also a tight hug , tap of encouragement on my shoulder and meaningful words that entrance directly in my mind and heart to suspend every pain I experience.  If I am about to lose hope, an armor of faith falls upon me to move on.  When I chock up a dose of easy-going and laid-back post is given to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me ask you a question.  If these parcels will be taken from you how will you feel?  Definitely a cry baby left alone in a room with no enough air circulation, hungry, wet, full of insect bites and feel helpless for a long period of time .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the many fears I have aside from singing infront of many people or reporting things without further knowledge, is when sightless of the one person will happen.  If "kaya pa, huwag muna ha?" :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113660761355590765?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113660761355590765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113660761355590765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113660761355590765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113660761355590765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-cant-think-of-better-title-for-this.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a better title for this'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113636211320134596</id><published>2006-01-04T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:14:10.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All these time I am hopeful that in quite sometime the various companies wherein I have passed my application will call me up for an interview--afterwards hire me. And I will be much willing to embrace a new set of work and its nature which hopefully bore me not so quickly. In my previous work, I feel no regret being one of the employee (actually I am the only one here) since I experienced a healthy surrounding that speaks of good people. But there is this sort of feeling within me that pushes me to look for another new-hot-exciting job. I want conversation. I want growth. I want to have a target infront of me having guidance and comprehensive order and ideas beside it in order to know whether there is a conformity with the standands or not. Not just assuming things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But there is a another grab in my heart not to go out in the four walls of the office because I can see no reason like bitter good-will among person here...I guess the so called satisfaction drives me to get on the key and surrender it to the big boss. In every decision, there is a need of better and well planned stand. I pray the battle in my mind will sooner see a white flag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113636211320134596?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113636211320134596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113636211320134596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113636211320134596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113636211320134596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/battle-in-my-mind.html' title='Battle in my mind'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113625595240646928</id><published>2006-01-03T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T19:36:46.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Urge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time the urge to find a new job pushes me badly. It is not because I am not comfortable with what I am doing right now althought it seems so, all I want is to find another environment that will in a way expose my skills and all the lesson learned from the degree I took up during my college time. I want to grow and challenge myself that I can perform much better risk this time. Simply one can't hide the fact to also have reasonable compensation since in our time today, money is a vital thing--a contraption that will surely make one's life easier out of the talent everyone possesses. Change atmosphere for the meantime, if you know of a prestigious or good company, please do write it in the comment. I will surely appreciate it. Curtain! (a theater term to resume or play on with whatever scene that has been stop for certain corrections) Yes, I want a better job this time. Better job in the sense that it will blend your spirit to come to work with full excitement, challenge-filled-day yet can be done with certainty and an expression of &lt;em&gt;"at last I made it in a right track",&lt;/em&gt; prominent people to meet, new set of friends to rely on and other opportunities that will not only recognized you because of your performance but the fulfillment in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113625595240646928?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113625595240646928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113625595240646928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113625595240646928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113625595240646928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/urge.html' title='The Urge'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113608723769456177</id><published>2006-01-01T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:24:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>Another year has come. And there are so many things to keep up, carry on or simply leave or discard.&lt;br /&gt;Things which I will keep up and carry on along with me this year 2006:&lt;br /&gt;1. family&lt;br /&gt;2. friends&lt;br /&gt;3. happy memories, and&lt;br /&gt;4. contraptions which makes my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things which I am willing to leave behind or discard:&lt;br /&gt;1. being immature in handling circumstances&lt;br /&gt;2. impatient&lt;br /&gt;3. easily affected when issues bursts again&lt;br /&gt;4. paranoid that I can't do this or that, or maybe..., and&lt;br /&gt;5. most of all being a type of person whose defense mechanism is a "funny-me" outside yet has&lt;br /&gt;a full tender emotion inside&lt;br /&gt;...i'll just add up things which I think will join in the things that must be discarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113608723769456177?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113608723769456177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113608723769456177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113608723769456177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113608723769456177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113584939381670249</id><published>2005-12-29T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T01:43:13.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the things which I did today was downloading the themes and ringtones which I liked into my mobile phone.  I never felt any hesitation to download it since it was for free.  In the middle of downloading things up, April, Iger Technologies' executive secretary, offered us food-McDonald's value meal, which perfectly completed our apetite. Again, it was a good thing becuase it was free.  Free food.  And ofcourse, the happy times we shared among the group was certainly one thing which money can't buy.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As year 2005 will about to end, two days from now, it could say that it was indeed a bitter-sweet-colorful year for me.  Many good than bad things had embraced me which will surely make my knees stronger facing another new year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am thankful to those who happened to join me in this year's journey.  I hope all of you will come along with me once more and better all things which was doomed in the previous year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like also to apologize for all my shortcomings.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have a solemn new year to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mabuhay!&lt;/em&gt; :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113584939381670249?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584939381670249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113584939381670249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113584939381670249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113584939381670249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113567196777422116</id><published>2005-12-27T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:34:43.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day before my Prince Charming's important event had come to pass, my brother and I route all the way around a particular place like Robinson's Place, Bong Bong's and Gaisano City Mall our cousin named manong Owning, his wife-manang Sheila and Red, either jolly-wise three year old son from Cebu who happened to visit our home for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We drove them around the malls, although the malls in Cebu is much more advanced compared here in Bacolod and the malls they used to visit in Cebu is twice as huge as ours here. However, in every place--though similar name and construction, there is always a differnce. One reason is that the one who tours them is pretty, I am not joking. Second, the nostalgia being with a relative is incomparable. It is nice to be once again united and share happy memories even for a brief interval of time with your relative. And most of all, making them feel special and welcome is another display of good deed which can't be bought by cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I aslo did a heartfelt shopping for my siblings as their present for Christmas. For myself, I bought a white blouse with a glitter design infront of it to be paired with my skirt for tomorrow's special affair, that's December 25 with my Prince Charming ofcourse. I simply wanted to be physically prepared to meet up with Him and more importantly ready in body or mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the tour ended, we drove our cousin way back to where they stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the 25th, my mother and I attended mass at Carmela Valley Chapel. My two brothers did not went with us because they had it scheduled ahead that they will hear mass together with their respective girlfriends. ;-) Teenage fever couldn't be seldom avoided, don't they?...Afterwards, we had a lunch party together with our closest cousins, aunts and uncles at our grandmother's nice place just five houses away from home. Diet broken again. However, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not a bad idea, red wine was served while eating which is good when you are in a diet anyway. Sharing of thoughts packed the dining area, loud laughs when jokes were thrown echoed around the four walls, and ofcourse receiving green-grayed currency was much more interesting and other presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The event was totally wrapped with several situations filled with excitement, generousity and love among each other. Indeed, it was a merry Christmas once more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113567196777422116?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113567196777422116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113567196777422116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113567196777422116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113567196777422116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/several-situations.html' title='Several Situations'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113513768159156083</id><published>2005-12-21T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:15:42.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously everyone are busy preparing for their christmas parties, what present to give, where to celebrate the event, what to prioritise, and ofcourse prepare their ownself for the celebration  of the Lord Jesus' birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps my mind vague is on where to focus my attention this coming December 22. Will I stay here in my office for the party until early in the morning? Or just stay for a couple of hours and then right away drive my self to the christmas party of the team?. Oh my, difficult decision bangs my head off. Popeye help me. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll just see... But I will never let those chinese food not pass through my stomach. No room for diet. No diet in this such occasion. I'll just overcome those fats that I will be gaining with maximum seat-up attack after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...singing time again. I just hate to. But at least I make other people happy with my own weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113513768159156083?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113513768159156083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113513768159156083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113513768159156083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113513768159156083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-to-focus.html' title='Where to focus'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113506238865495755</id><published>2005-12-20T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:06:28.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every event will for always be different from the rest.  None of them leads back.  Happiness will exactly be different from the other.  And none of them will happen the same way again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We live once, one should make every moment count and tag it up with good deeds.  In short, where is my gift?  Just joking. :-)  I pray that everyone will enjoy life, not only this Christmas season but all throughout.  Sharing and letting other people feel that they are loved will be an avenue for healthy lifestyle and one moment a remarkable one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy Christmas to everyone.&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/17035594-113506238865495755?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113506238865495755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113506238865495755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113506238865495755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113506238865495755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-moment.html' title='One moment'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113498174726397732</id><published>2005-12-19T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:42:27.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing my Prince Charming at dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was not prepared to see my Prince Charming yesterday because I usually meet up with him during ten in the morning mass at Carmela Valley Chapel.  But it was never a regret seeing Him early during the misa de gallo (or dawn mass) at St. John's church.  My spirit although half awake while we drove straight to the church but the moment I stepped on the entrance of the church, I had my full attention toward Him.  One more thing, I had to rush because if not, I don't have any companion seeing Him if I hear the ten a.m. mass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I wished for a new K750i cellphone, without further planning, my mother both me.  Normal reaction--my lips was trapped by my braces due to glee yet it was my money still.  But no matter what, I got my new cellphone.   Being thrifty oftentimes is an advantage--in the end you will have the chance to own one of the best things you deserver to have.  And you will learn how to discipline yourself in what to or not to buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113498174726397732?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113498174726397732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113498174726397732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113498174726397732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113498174726397732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/seeing-my-prince-charming-at-dawn.html' title='Seeing my Prince Charming at dawn'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113478966302177799</id><published>2005-12-16T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T19:25:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom, no good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boredom is one thing i really hate to encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. I easily get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;2. I become mean.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will just be mad at you, even there is no much reasons to be mad at.&lt;br /&gt;4. I frown most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have on me my mad-like-eyebrowse on all day long.&lt;br /&gt;6. I will smile or laugh in a brief interval of time and back to frowning again.&lt;br /&gt;7. I talk less.&lt;br /&gt;8. I just want to scream.&lt;br /&gt;9. I hate conversation.&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to go home early and just stay in my room.&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't feel like texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my boredom fever rallies, all I want is to let my own self cool down my futile-immature actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113478966302177799?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113478966302177799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113478966302177799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113478966302177799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113478966302177799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/boredom-no-good.html' title='Boredom, no good!'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113409853784706385</id><published>2005-12-09T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:34:08.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide and seek during VIS dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was yesterday, December 8, 2005, when our Volleyball Information System (VIS)-head Mr. Jong Abaya invited us to have dinner at their house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After work, I traveled straight to their house. As I stepped toward the gate, I was really amazed by what I've seen. An artistically designed antique house would make your spirit feel light. And those old-lovely trees and landscape around carries every soul closer to nature. But what was more exciting was the aroma of mongolian food prepared on the dining table. Everyone took the food they wanted to complete their apetite. Ofcourse, diet was no room in such occasion. Lindlee set aside her diet habit first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As soon as we were done eating, we talked about of our experiences encountered during Sea Games VIS duty. We shared simple memory yet complicated-positive effects had plunged into our growth and learning as an individual. It's one decision I have made which erased the bitter taste of regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After awhile, the child side of me persuading each one to play hide and seek made their hands raised up high to join the game without further hestitation. I sometimes hide, but most of the time I need to seek all those who joined. I never felt bad being the seeker twice for four rotations because I am armoured with the spirit of sportsmanship wherein I have learned through playing the sport volleyball which I liked best. By the way, I was always crowned as the seeker because the "teasing-gang", RB, Jacqy and Alfred", planned it obviously. It was not difficult to do it because good dogs barked at them and rain gently fell down, so they went out one after the other. Thanks to nature's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hidden joy among our hearts during the dinner could be seek by everyone else present that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am looking forward that there will be more dinner or simple gathering of VIS-Staff to come not just to complete our appetite but rather to strengthen our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113409853784706385?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113409853784706385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113409853784706385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113409853784706385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113409853784706385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/hide-and-seek-during-vis-dinner.html' title='Hide and seek during VIS dinner'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113393743045612908</id><published>2005-12-06T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:29:02.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An aVenUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The 23rd Sea Games hosted by Philippines ended last December 5, 2005. Yes, the event was declared close by PGMA however the avenue for learning and friendship will live now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;My leave of absence from November 28 until December 5, 2005 just to be a part of the Volleyball Information System Staff (or commonly known as Statistics Staff) for the 2005 Sea Games wherein Bacolod City was one of the venue for various events such as beach volleyball, boxing, football, indoor volleyball, weight lifting was never a regret in my position. I have learned so many things. Among them were focus and accuracy, punctuality and discipline, fairness and commitment, and camaraderie and open-mindedness. I have learned how to focus in every responsibility that was laid on me and by having focus I managed to draw accurate calls and recording with every skills which the players executed during every game of my duty. When you work, you would be at your best when you are punctual at all times. You would not miss out simple instructions that could avoid glitches while working. And it would be best when you paired it with discipline. To be fair in all things would always foster the right thing. Once you have committed yourself in certain thing, give your best shot for opportunity is just once in a lifetime. Maybe there would be another chance or more but it would never be the same during the first one. And most of all, everything would end up good when camaraderie coupled with open-minded is performed.&lt;br /&gt;I did embrace another avenue during the Sea Games. And I would never miss things which I think would boost my being it may either be simple or complex events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113393743045612908?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113393743045612908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113393743045612908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113393743045612908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113393743045612908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/12/avenue_06.html' title='An aVenUE'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113273471275535987</id><published>2005-11-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:57:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CraZy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just don't know what burst into my crazy mind. I have been so insensitive with my sister's feeling--yearning for her manang's emotional treatment. The reason why I am don't normally get hooked with my closest friends often is that I don't want to suffer from nostalgia--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;their presence and company, so I put space, a wider one. Insensitive?, yes. But who will benefit? It's the lonely me when crazy goodbye or separation due to our differents dreams which needs to be pursued is active. See, it's beneficial in my part in the future. But in the present one suffers. That's how things goes. We can't grip them just to halt because we are happy on that spot. Crazy me and crazy life it is. Being insensitive makes me crazy for others to witness, yet I aids myself to avoid being too emotional when things needs to move in it's separate dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113273471275535987?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113273471275535987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113273471275535987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113273471275535987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113273471275535987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/11/crazy.html' title='CraZy'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113256810955429307</id><published>2005-11-21T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:18:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i did my best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/18millionB%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/18millionB%20copy.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We exist but for a purpose. We, as individuals are furnished by a wide array of giftedness that a single lifetime may at times be not enough for us to hone all of our skills and all of our potentials to make the most of everything we have. Oftentimes, I would ask myself, what in this life have I accomplished? What in this life have I done to set myself apart from the rest? What exactly is the reason for my existence? That in the far end of this life each one of us is treading, when everything else shall all come to pass, will I be proud enough to tell myself that I have done my best?&lt;br /&gt;Let me now share with you a part of myself, a part of which I am fulfilled about. Tiny fragments of a typical life that might somehow make even the smallest difference, yet a difference that could entrance and even inspire souls.&lt;br /&gt;Way back in my high school years, one of the opportunities that indeed set me away to show and prove what I am best in is when I became the troop commander of the CAT-Unit I of our school. I learned from that experience since being a leader requires a lot. I was faced by challenges that eventually lead me to seek for ways for me to better myself and that of my subordinates. I have discerned that what is really of much importance is the real fire out of an experience and not its ashes. Being a leader in its gist is definitely not a straightforward task, with it goes sacrifices, and with every sacrifice, the spirit of patience and humility are coupled, and in each doze of patience and humility, a soul gives room for itself a higher facade of growth and further improvement.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I can be in the same way proud of and that I can say I have done my best in is my skills in sports especially volleyball. That is an achievement that I will for always keep in my soul being something that I will prove what I am best about, and what I can encourage others to likewise do. In, sports, like life, if you do not have the will to win and survive each trying moment burning inside you, triumph will always be impossible, that is the main reason why you should never underestimate the power of determination and will but instead believe that it can change even the ways of strongest torrent of waters by its strength.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which I can say that I've done my best that I can be proud of and utter to everyone that I have done my best in is when I finished college at the University of Saint La Salle-Bacolod with the degree of Bachelor of Arts in Mass Communication having maintained good grades as well as being competent athlete at the same time. Four years being a student and athlete as well is no joke. You need to be physically, emotionally, spiritually and mentally fit in order to achieve balance both in your academic and extra activities. Again determination matters here. Once you are determined in every decisions you make, paired it with time management, surely you will be able to reap a better end result. What matters most here is you are not the only one gaining things in terms of honor and privileges but also your school, family and friends. I never take even the smallest details of it for granted. These are among my experiences that I will for always be in my heart and mind until the day of my last breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moreover, one of the things in which I've done my best is facing all the challenges that life has offer me and those ill-conviction that others speak about wherein I have been well shaped and shined, become bold and bright, as well as happy and holistically-free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best of my experiences are but small when faced by those of the others. But in my heart I believe that they are great, in such a way that they were all accomplished with pride and with the conviction that I have indeed done it all in the best possible way that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113256810955429307?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113256810955429307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113256810955429307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113256810955429307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113256810955429307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-i-did-my-best.html' title='I know i did my best'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-113222037452502132</id><published>2005-11-17T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T19:03:48.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No HURTING HEART ANYMORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi my bloHggie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time that I have not shared with you the things which are happening to me lately. My apology on such act I committed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This day is one of the best things that befall in my life that surely I will remember and carry out until the day of my last breath. If before everyone see me as a happy person which never forgets to smile on daily but deep inside my being I do carry a hurting heart, to this date November 17, 2005, 5:17 p.m. I am now enjoying the true happiness inside and out. No hurting heart anymore!!! Indeed, time heals! Though it leaves a remarkable mark either good or bad--one thing is for sure you will grow even better and all things will surely be placed properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ain't got a hurting heart anymore. Lindlee wears her GENUINE smile. Thanks to my 18 million. You are one of the best things that I ever have. And I'll never ask for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-113222037452502132?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/113222037452502132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=113222037452502132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113222037452502132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/113222037452502132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-hurting-heart-anymore.html' title='No HURTING HEART ANYMORE!'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112919562562851862</id><published>2005-10-13T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T02:33:25.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ÜÖÜ</title><content type='html'>Good afternoon my bloHggie. I have nothing more to say as of this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words that I feel right now which gives me a worth keeping journey--&gt; I am happy, I am relieve and I am so blessed with special people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys!!! Indeed, you were all my happy face when I got a damn hurting heart. Now I am much stronger. So no dirty games with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112919562562851862?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112919562562851862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112919562562851862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112919562562851862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112919562562851862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_13.html' title='ÜÖÜ'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112910387712783767</id><published>2005-10-12T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T02:31:59.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R-O-P-E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/knot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/knot3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/knot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/knot2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the things which I also like is collecting rope. I am collecting it just for fun, fashion, and as a friendship band with my favorite pal--Shane.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are buying the rope together and choose whatever color we both prefer. Actaully she is the one in-charge of tying it to come up with a special knot so that it will exaclty fit on both our hands. Afterwards we are wearing all of them.  Many friends of ours like it too. They wanted to have some of it. But Shane and I won't give it to them, not because we are selfish, but instead we simply want to keep and wear it just for the two of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112910387712783767?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112910387712783767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112910387712783767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112910387712783767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112910387712783767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/r-o-p-e.html' title='R-O-P-E'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112900338632502999</id><published>2005-10-11T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:54:34.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink bag turned BLACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was last Wednesday when I forgot to bring my small red bag where I usaually put my used clothes after practice time. Shane had an extra one. So she lent me her pink bag.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/pinkBAG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/pinkBAG1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad series which has relevance with the pink bag came in yesterday after our practice time ended. We all went to the restroom to freshen ourselves up. Jokes, talks and games enveloped the area. We all smiled, laughed and enjoyed the moment. But after a while, just a blink of an eye the area turned sour. Shane and I argued. I kept on telling her in a nice way that I had already returned the things I had borrowed from her a couple of weeks ago. And I had mentioned thrice about the pink bag. But she kept on talking and talking without listening. So I get annoyed and kept my mouth shut. Still she continued--forgetting about manners which I really hated the most. On that night on I did not mind her until we went home. I guess the my patience ended so soon. Ever since I told her of the things which I really hated the most about her which not only myself was complaning. She had promised me over and over again not to do things which I hated the most but still she kept on repeating the same error. According to her it's just that and I got mad at her?... For me it was a big deal and the reason why I left her hanging. Yes!, for me it was a ig deal already. My sole reason was this: even the simpliest thing, asking her the favor not to make things worst, she could not even make it, how much more in dealing complicated things? Maybe that night I had encountered a failure. A failure forgetting the so-called understanding.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/pinkBAG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/pinkBAG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I am still thinking on how to handle her. As for the meantime, I laid a tiny space between her and me so that she would realize on her own how to deal with simple things that would affect compound ones, like friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112900338632502999?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112900338632502999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112900338632502999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112900338632502999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112900338632502999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/pink-bag-turned-black.html' title='pink bag turned BLACK'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112891819651012321</id><published>2005-10-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:09:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Appointment hurled with series</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/braces3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/braces3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At around nine o'clock in the morning, I had my dental appointment. My teeth was checked-up. Dental paraphernalias passed through my mouth, my braces were tightened up again, and new elastics was attached to my upper and lower teeth. Subsequently, I felt a little adversed effect yet somehow tolerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Behind those physical pain I underwent brought by my tightened braces, I had a nice series of experiences after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I rode a vehicle having a forthright driver. He talked about things he had encountered along his way all day. According to him, driving a vehicle each day was no joke. You had to face a lot of risks--life, safety and people. He suffered from physical stress as well as mental. But he accepted these things and work a lot harder just for his family to live. I was touched by his own valiance despite reality. He did not even complained and did not lose hope in spite of everthing, our reality brought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A soul had made things necessary for me to smile also. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"SOULY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; never stopped sharing with me companionship, understanding, joy, acceptance and love. And I had enjoy everything--my work, my time, my real friends, and my life notwithstanding all those mistaken thoughts . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indeed, it is true that ones you were hurt, physically, emotionally, or mentally previously, you would end up smiling and learning a lot of things in this life of ours though.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/braces4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/braces4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112891819651012321?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112891819651012321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112891819651012321' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112891819651012321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112891819651012321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dental-appointment-hurled-with-series.html' title='Dental Appointment hurled with series'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112900221341070693</id><published>2005-10-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:45:46.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD-LANZONES-RAMBOTAN SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/LazRAm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favorite day of the week is here again, it is &lt;em&gt;MY Sunday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday is not an obligation for me to hear mass. But instead I figure it out as a commitment not just involvment with HIM. I always enjoy hearing mass. But if my mood is not that good, my tendency is to reflect for a while, ask for forgiveness by not pouring my commitment to HIM, and finally I am able to concentrate having the right mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After hearing mass, my mother and I will be going to Concepcion to witness the&lt;em&gt; Lanzones Festival&lt;/em&gt; celebration. Many people from differnt places are coming to the place. They come for various reasons--to be a part of the celebration, to tour around the place being with their frineds, to spend time with family togetherness, and ofcourse to eat the sweetest lanzones of Concepcion.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/LazRAm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/400/LazRAm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually I don't like eating lanzones. What I want is rambotan. During that time, I take advantage eating a lot of it since the price is only fifteen pesos per kilo. I buy 2 kilos just for my own self regardless of my request to my mother to buy extra kilos for for the people we left at home and another extra for me again. I am a &lt;em&gt;rambotanFULL-eater,&lt;/em&gt; if you don't mind&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I can eat all alone more than two kilos of rambotan. I find it delicious and very very tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is another remarkable Sunday for me again. A good-lanzones-rambotan SUNDAY for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112900221341070693?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112900221341070693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112900221341070693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112900221341070693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112900221341070693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-lanzones-rambotan-sunday.html' title='GOOD-LANZONES-RAMBOTAN SUNDAY'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112876143518399002</id><published>2005-10-08T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:55:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-O-L-L-E-Y-B-A-L-L FACES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/vbtube1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/vbtube1.gif" width="42" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/bump1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/bump.gif" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Unified%20by%20volleyball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/Unified%20by%20volleyball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/Unified%20by%20volleyball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Volleyball is an important detail in my life. It is one thing that I can't live without. I suffer from nostalgia when I don't hook my self to it. I simply love it more than any other events. It makes me phisically, emotionally, socially, spiritually and mentally fit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through volleyball, I am able to go along to another places like Albay, Baguio, Dasmariñas, Dumaguete, Manila, Iloilo, Seoul Korea, Tagaytay and Zamboanga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I gain lots of friends and even until today we keep in touch with each other. It is indeed a nice feeling to build goodwill and lighthearted rapport among co-athletes and officails. And afterwards they become your friends. A friend that you can always run to whenever you get or feel the most hurting heart. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The faces you can see above are my treasured teammates. I love them all just the way I love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;volleyball and myself. We are UNIFIED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/vbtube.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112876143518399002?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112876143518399002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112876143518399002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112876143518399002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112876143518399002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/v-o-l-l-e-y-b-l-l-faces.html' title='V-O-L-L-E-Y-B-A-L-L FACES'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112865351119002318</id><published>2005-10-07T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:48:25.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a cliche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/PR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/PR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was riding in a jeepney, an old lady sat beside a man who was next to me. I was amused by what the old lady did. She did palm reading with the man beside me for free. Definitely not a cliché. I could not avoid listening to whatever things the old lady mentioned about the man's luck in the course of his life way ahead of him. I simply smiled and felt nosy about the things she uttered yet I continued listening.Ü. After a short while the man went down the jeepney but he never falied to thank the old lady with those words he heard from her, either good or bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the man went down the jeepney, I moved beside the old lady. I was actually facing right towards the street. She touched my shoulder and asked me to show my left palm to her. And I did it with hesitation. She told me that the way of living ahead of me is good. Well it will be good not because she told me so, but instead I will work harder for it to be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no such thing in this world of ours having a better end result if one doesn't pour hard work in every job they do. Maybe there is--but no fulfillment felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever foretelling of one's destiny the old lady did...I would not depend or believe to what she told me. But I will surely take her these words that came from her "God is always with".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112865351119002318?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112865351119002318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112865351119002318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112865351119002318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112865351119002318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-cliche.html' title='Not a cliche'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112858198566547986</id><published>2005-10-06T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:59:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The civil servce examination is fast approaching.   I do self review.  Review during my free time in the office.  Review again and again in order to help myself out in passing the examination.  Nothing lose but a lot to gain--gaining a lot of appurtenances in grammar, word analogy, reading comprehension, Emglish and Filipino vocabulary, verbal ability and discpline to learn things along the way.  It is helpful, indeed.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need to halt blogging as of this time.  TIME for review now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112858198566547986?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112858198566547986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112858198566547986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112858198566547986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112858198566547986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/review.html' title='REVIEW'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112848766359535988</id><published>2005-10-05T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:16:22.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carlindshane_13181</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/carlindshane_13181A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/200/carlindshane_13181A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carlindshane_13181 stands for Carl, Lindlee and Shane. 13, 18, 1 are the numbers each one of us like. Thirteen for Carl, eighteen for Lindlee, and one for Shane. It is actually our jersey number in volleyball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reason we become close to each other is that the belongingness each one can feel when we are together. It moves in mysterious ways. Magic?, maybe not because it is real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have particular things in common. Carlindshane_13181 is volleyball's disciple. Certainly we love to play volleyball and it is one thing we both can't live without!. Crazy souls, yes carlindshane is proved to be. Moody at times but sweet most of the time. Many people knows us because we are charming, nice, intelligent and sensible. Sounds boastful but it is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you want to know more about carlindshane_13181, just invite us. Our friendster account is : &lt;a href="mailto:carlindshane_13181@yahoo.com"&gt;carlindshane_13181@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are expecting all you genuine people to become our friends too, it's our pleasure to meet you all.   Thank you.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112848766359535988?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112848766359535988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112848766359535988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112848766359535988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112848766359535988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/carlindshane13181.html' title='carlindshane_13181'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112839425905128907</id><published>2005-10-04T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:56:55.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/1310822247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/1310822247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exhibiting courtesy to the people around you and sending a message through texting them after you get up from bed is a nice feeling. It is not only you who feels good but also those people who receives your greetings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It can also build intimacy and deeper friendship for as long as what you are saying or texting injects true substance of such communication. No fooling around is a plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some, they get irritated because it is your name again that appears in their inbox messages. But once you will no longer keep in touch with them--they will complain. That is one of life's oxymoron. So whatelse one can do?, ofcourse use the unlimited promotion for good while it is being offered. Again, no fooling around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Express yourself with tact. And things will never go wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112839425905128907?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112839425905128907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112839425905128907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112839425905128907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112839425905128907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/greeting-friends.html' title='Greeting friends'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112832040974381344</id><published>2005-10-03T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:44:09.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I went to St. Theresit's Academy, my school when I was in secondary level. My friends alarmed me to join our Foundation Day. And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was excited to see the place, things added and removed and most especially those people whom I'm with for four years and had became an important part of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Among the things that remained just as it when I left the portals of my school four years ago were the uniquely designed imposing entrance welcoming students and visitors, the clean environment that surrounds it, simple landscape of plants that lightens up the heart of the viewer, and the staff as well as  personnel of the school--age was added to them but the kindness and Nazareth way of living never changed, which I am actually proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After seeing the difference around my school, I talked with my classmates, friends, teachers and sisters. While having those interesting conversation with them, I could sense that they were indeed proud of me--those efforts they had given me is now fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was a disco on that night. So I danced. I danced with all the grace I had within me. And jive with the music being played. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really had a great time going back to the place where I was once among the noticeable student during my time, sounds boastful but it is true, I am proud of myself since I did my best not only for my own self but aslo for my family and mentors that in the far end they will feel happy just the way I am feeling right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112832040974381344?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112832040974381344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112832040974381344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112832040974381344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112832040974381344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/going-back.html' title='Going Back'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112815560521730663</id><published>2005-10-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:49:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPENDING TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day of the week which I like best is Sunday. A time for me to relax. A time to spend precious moments with my family. And ofcourse a time for me to see and be with my prince charming--spending the most of it terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunday is my way of releasing all the tension I had the whole week through hearing mass. Afterwards, my dearest nanay and I will go to Gaisano City and Robinson's place to do window shopping and eventually buy the things which both of us like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do fasting during Sundays. No eating of rice. Only pasta or bread plus my favorite fruit punch--I am solved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112815560521730663?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112815560521730663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112815560521730663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112815560521730663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112815560521730663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/spending-time.html' title='SPENDING TIME'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112814119580135424</id><published>2005-10-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:49:32.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have nice Sabath day today. All right..!ÜÖÜ My spirit is filled with a wonderful emotional atmosphere and a beaming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is nice to start your day with a smile. Formation of good vibrations touches your soul. What is best, favorable chances comes along your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draining tasks which awaits you turns into less seriously matters. Mind you it is effective. Try it yourself. Just a piece of advise, if you will worry a lot or cram--it will not help you any way. Calm yourself. Inhale, exhale, close your eyes for a while but don't sleep and go back to business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112814119580135424?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112814119580135424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112814119580135424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112814119580135424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112814119580135424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/10/beamed.html' title='Beamed'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112807332230224120</id><published>2005-09-30T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T00:56:46.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RELISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We live once, right?. Certainly!, so every small, big and big-big things must not be taken forgranted. Relish things for it can help you more, destory you a little but finally it will lead you to a much better end--having the right attitude, perception, happiness and even no regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impious souls are just around. But who cares!...For as long as you are not hurting one's own being it's no big deal my dear. BLEH!ºÖº,. Live and do whatever makes you happy. Take advantage of your joint between the thigh and the lower leg while it is young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being non-fictional with the things I am hooked in, I can sense true happiness and it's authentic. And all these are treasures which are rightfully deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relish every moment. Relish every day being with friends. Relish those promotions. Relish LIFE!Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112807332230224120?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112807332230224120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112807332230224120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112807332230224120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112807332230224120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/09/relish.html' title='RELISH'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112798268664461099</id><published>2005-09-29T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:28:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much HAPPIER Ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/1600/LINDZa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/283/1633/320/LINDZa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can attest to myself that I'm much happier with my life now. Yes, I really am!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things that makes my heart smile purely are--first, it is because I am employed for three months already. I can now buy extra things for myself which I like, share it to those in need and set aside little amount for the future ofcourse. What is more, the company where I use to work offers public service. However, it is not that visible to people the exact intention we are trying to reach out to them. But what I know best is that when you intend to help anyone in need, you are not asking anything in return.Ü Second, my heart projects a smile all throughout the day ends because of my friends. They are few in number but the genuineness they share with me draws infinity, no end. Everytime I have a hurting heart, they dole me out their unique happy faces. Third, those people who never fails to greet or remember me each day. Those beep on my phone, buzz through messengers, messages in my mail accounts and friendster as well as telephone calls makes my day an awseome one. Fourth, my favorite music being played over and over again over the radio or windows media player satisfiesme to have a non-fictional smile. Fifth, pooh, rattle, pillow and 3200 soothes may tiring day and gives me a nice PLEPS...ooopppsss sleep.Ü Sixth, when I am all done with one of my fields of interest--eating. Seventh, MWFs volleyball practice makes me fit and happy too. In the middle of the practice, we talk a little but laugh more. Finally, the eighth reason why I am much happier is, being with my Prince Charming every Sunday. Spending my full time with Him for an hour lightens up my day. And I can eventually feel the total completeness of the entire week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112798268664461099?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112798268664461099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112798268664461099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112798268664461099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112798268664461099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/09/much-happier.html' title='Much HAPPIER Ü'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112789695539874256</id><published>2005-09-28T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:42:35.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Hello fellows!.Ü.  Good afternoon world!.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     It is a nice hobby if you collect things from the past, even until today.  It reminds us of the memories we had encountered previously, it may either be good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     I bring with me pictures of my old and new friends in the office.  I look into it in detail and recall what memories I had with them.   To make the memories fresh, I scanned them out.  And then, I poured little art on it using adobe photoshop 7.0.  While I am working with the pictures, I  can gently feel those treasured memories I had with them.  I smiled, laughed, and even frowned will recalling things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Although what I have on hand are just mere still pictures of my friends, still I can feel completeness and a happy heart knowing, (confidently knowing, ofcourse!) they also treasured me as one of their best friend ever--since during the time when I am with them, I never take things forgranted.  It is an assurance dear.Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Hopefully the outcome of what I have done with the pictures I had will sooner be placed in my photos in my friendster account. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112789695539874256?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112789695539874256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112789695539874256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112789695539874256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112789695539874256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/09/adobe.html' title='Adobe'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112779241135875543</id><published>2005-09-27T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:55:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration, Conviction, Satisfaction &amp; Extenxion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At around three o'clock in the morning, I was awake not because I had a nightmare, but instead I hurried myself to register in Globe's Unlimited promotion since it is the last day today. And I made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seldom I would throw ill words against Globe network because they play wise-cheating against their subscribers. It sends you a lot of gists to your mobile phone however, subscribers experienced balance recession. Certainly unfair!. I don't know why such strategy is being implemented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despite the wise-cheating of Globe, still they managed to think of better ideas that would make their subsrcibers happy and worth the cost they are paying. The idea was: UNLIMITED Promotion. I certainly apologize with those ill words I've thrown. But I hope no cheating will work out again. Just be fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Through the promotion, communication among my closest friends and new ones was totally a nice experience. Happy, satisfied and connected.ÜÜÜ. Thank you Globe. You're a genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moreover, Globe subscribers would create a good impression if unlimited promotion will be extend. It's an assurance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112779241135875543?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112779241135875543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112779241135875543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112779241135875543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112779241135875543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/09/registration-conviction-satisfaction.html' title='Registration, Conviction, Satisfaction &amp; Extenxion'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17035594.post-112746853581148095</id><published>2005-09-26T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T20:55:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss those misconceptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most people misjudge who i really am...(NO fair judging)...Why don't you approach me or rather have the guts to mingle with me in a longer span of time? Afterwards-&gt; freak yourself up telling everyone who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's Lindlee then?...Just like anyone else, I do have my strengths and weaknesses, dreams, goals, plans, love, likes &amp;amp; dislikes too and others yet placed in a different angles and styles like anyone. Here goes my difference. A difference on how do I get over all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit that I'm snobbish. Occasionally I am mean. But despite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;such fact, which most people unfortunately know, I am sweet, extra sweet at the right time and place, for the right reason ofcourse. Try asking people. And they'll give this common answer: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Si Lindlee?-MALDITA gd na ya!"&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what! I don't care. I don't have time to argue and correct all of you. Have the guts to know me personally but be sure my dear to fill your spirits up with modesty and respect. And everything will run smoothly and fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I seldom smile especially when I'm walking. Honestly, I can hardly notice people, their faces most likely while walking since I'm concerned with every steps I take. Maybe it's one reason why they are saying I am&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;MALDITA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. You're misjudging again. If I cannot notice you, have the initiative, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not in the mood. You can see no glee within me. My teeth and smile doesn't show up. All you can figure out is my eyebrows crossed and jaws down. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Kisap mata"-Hayop kung tumingin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No conversation. No laugh. No fun-to-be-with Lindlee you've known. But if you have guts as what I've mentioned, maybe you can make me smile or forget the loneliness and sorrow that covers me on that day. Tip: Be sure to have a good spell to throw forth my negative energies I carry on such mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that fussy when it comes to chosing a person whom I wanted to be with. No matter who you are or where you came from, high, middle or low.--it's no no plus for me. It's just that I have this kind of attitude, crazy attitude actually, that if I don't like your total being I won't spend my time being with you. Selfish right? Yes, but I don't want to portary or fool any one and most especially myself pretending to like the person (you). Now I'm learning. I want things real by the way. I usually go with people and at the same time treasure them if they are genuine, you know who you are guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is Lindlee a moody type soul? Caps Lock Y-E-S, YES. Take a wholesome advantage of me when I'm in the mood, it's a promise and you'll have it best. It is not what you're thinking of right there and then-&gt;those greeny things you might think!. An assurance that Lindlee is 98% wholesome and good. Remember the other side of me is sweet. Here's another but, don't mind crazy Lindlee if she's not in the mood. You'll be at your worst. However, you won't experience that you are at your worst if you belong to my treasures since you know when and not to enter the barriers of your crazy-sweet friend named Lindlee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, as of now miss those misconceptions...Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17035594-112746853581148095?l=lindleesosexy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/feeds/112746853581148095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17035594&amp;postID=112746853581148095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112746853581148095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17035594/posts/default/112746853581148095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindleesosexy.blogspot.com/2005/09/miss-those-misconceptions.html' title='Miss those misconceptions'/><author><name>LinDz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03857921298396692792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IdCxM5L65Fs/SFI_1KPpu8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-qykIg2D_m4/S220/IMG_0863.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
