Year End SPECIAL!!!

Crooning on my STEREO: Jackie by BOSSA NOSTRA

This is my final blog entry for 2005; a year that has gone by wistfully and blissfully. Nothing particularly crap happened this year, and even there were, all I can say is WHATEVER.

Life should go smoothly into 2006.

warning: I am gonna be dreadfully long winded with this entry

I used to think that I look cool when I am incredibly drunk.
Actually I look kinda stupid. Like a steamed rabbit. Thus are my memories of SPAIN. I miss the days when we partied hardcore till 6am, stumbled around the city square picking up Gael Garcia Bernal lookalikes (fine, there was only ONE), singing/screaming out David Bisbal's 'OYE EL BOOM BOOM BOOM' in horrendous Spanish before returning back to the hostel at 8am half pissed in time for morning classes.


The great news is that (after procrastinating for 2 months) I've finally launched the THE SPANISH CHRONICLES.

If there's one thing I miss most about SPAIN, it has to be CARACOLACOLA.
Did I mention that I was bawling like a migraine baby in her room an hour before I had to take the bus from Estepona? Well, I almost didn't want to leave.... She was such a DARLING.
And I love her family too, they were such amazing people... I MISS YOU ALL!!!!!!


I thought I'd dedicate a picture to Shirl, a very lovely friend of mine from Brunei who has stood by me through thick and thin. It only hit me recently that those immense pigging out and shopping spree days are over.... and to digest the fact that we're no longer students. DAMN. If there is one girl who can binge 5 meals a day with me... it only has to be her!!
Somehow I hold the faith that our friendship will always remain strong. I think she is one in a million.

Due to the lack of men's interest in me, I have progressively grown madly in LOVE with SEBASTIEN I-ZAM-BARD. Seriously, I think he is so frigging H.O.T.

So H.O.T that it kills me. I used to think that Ronan Keating (okay, hush.. hush..) was VENOMOUS but, boy, SEBASTIEN IS LETHAL. He's 33. I'm 23.
Russell Watson sucks. IL DIVO ROCKS.

Johhny the Landan was a hooligan. Nah, he just taught me cockney. AND conveniently slammed the door onto my face before he learnt of my existence. Okay, I guess we have something in common.
I owe my favourite Landan a belated Xmas present. In actual fact, it WILL be his BIRTHDAY. And for once in my dyslexic paralysis.... I haven't forgotten.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHNNNYY!!!
And I will support Charlton's defeat.... MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAA

oh, how I love MATT HOLLAND... ;)

I know you all have been waiting for this....
Since the well-loved Kracker has hit the SouthEast Asian shores, I'll let him have some of the limelight. Damn, he looks a hell lot more attractive than me in this photo... IT CANT BE TRUE!!!!!
Good thing is, he is beginning to LOVE IL DIVO. Bad thing is, I find it so frigging difficult to get him DRUNK. I am convinced that this gentleman's digestive system is made out of STEEL.

And this is my cousin Sarah. Well, it is obviously the gorgeous girl on the right. WE WERE AT HAAGEN DAZ'S LEICESTER SQUARE!!!! This cafe is rather nostalgic.. simply due to our constant haunt over a certain Brazillian waiter who, by now, is having nightmares of my hideous face. I miss those times when we used to stalk men and make extremely random remarks over our Spain vs Germany debates.
Distance has kept us apart and we haven't been in as much contact as we used to... but bless her. She loves WESTLIFE. Only goodness knows why!!! :) Come home soon, Sarah :)

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To all my blog readers,
HAVE A FANTASTIC NEW YEAR AND PARTY LIKE THERE'S NO TOMMORROW!!

It will be a new beginning.....
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Note: Lyn's soppy sentimentality is RARE. Indulge in this cheesy post as much as you like before she posts another of this weepy sort in a loooonnngg time....

CHRISTMAS TAG

Crooning on my STEREO: Winter Wonderland by JEWEL

DAMN. ANOTHER TAG.
Here is the latest tag going around bloggoland. Here are the rules real neat and concise like.

To Tag :
• State who tagged you;
• List who you want your Santa Claus to be (the bearer of the gift);
• State the gift you wish to get;
• Then invite a few friends to join the tag, and inform them by dropping a comment in their blog.
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Tagged by: My Kor aka. SIMPLE AMERICAN. I am about to chase him around with a butcher knife. Nope. I am NOT serious.

My Santa Claus: DIOS

Gift For Me: Well it came a little early. I found this absolute beauty in my bedroom. My neighbours should be plotting my death sometime soon.

ABSOLUTE BEAUTY

Screw IPOD. This HAS to be the most awesome Christmas present EVER!
There is a Marantz CD player overwhelming my existence. And I see a TEAC amplifier. And two seasoned TANNOYS. Okay, I did make it clear that I initially lusted over a pretty set of Bang and Olufsens. But screw that. I think what I have right now is the most divine sound system....EVER.

I AM ONE LUCKY BITCH

Then again, I've been good all year round. Except for that ocassional scrounging. Oh well, its about time to reap some rewards.

I aint tagging anyone. That is my Christmas present to everyone of you. :)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS y FELIZ NAVIDAD!!!!!!
i am sending you my massive trademark smile. Remember to get high and happy for my sake.

Lots of Love,
LYN xoxoxoxoxo
(Time to get a job..)

Hong Kong- the home of HSBC

Crooning on my STEREO: Corcovado by EVERYTHING BUT THE GIRL

I suck. at. UPDATING. My mind. is. DEAD.

SMACK!!!!!!

Despertarme. Hell. I hung out at the hospital cafeteria. And had ALOT of hospital pasta. I got back from Hong Kong a few days back, skint and stripped of dignity. This may be my godzillionth visit, but i brought a camera along and took some random pics of a different world for your viewing pleasure.


This is theTIMES SQUARE that erupts in comparison to the Malaysian shithole of the same name. The coolest place to be seen waiting (& loitering) for an anonymous date who may or may not turn up.

Another shot of the BLINDING billboards. I worry about the electricity consumption.

I think this is WICKED. Chinese Lanterns on a boat!!!! This is so OLDSKOOL.

Repulse Bay (sorry, I had to laugh when I first heard the name..) Hong Kong has more kickass beaches than Malaysia. Look... they have GENUINE WHITE SAND!

Last but not least, a splendid view of the commercial center from the PEAK.

Jeez, I am beginning to sound like a deadpan tourist.

Time for bed. Oh, I love HSBC.

Lyn's X MAS WISHLIST.

Crooning on my STEREO: Siempre Me Quedara by BEBE

Dear Santa,
I am sending this letter to you in advance 'cos I reckon, in a few weeks time, your mailbox will be flooded with stupid letters by stupid children asking you for a gingerbread man and all that sort of rubbish. Well, since I am an old spinster with serious requests I reserve the right to jump the queue. The other feat is that I have been a SAINT this entire year.

Okay, Santa-I-Grant-Every-Wish, here's my 2005 X Mas wishlist.

- SEBASTIEN IZAMBARD
- BODY FAT REDUCTION
- BANG AND OLUFSEN SPEAKER SYSTEM
- MORE MALAYSIAN FRIENDS
- KRACKER TO HAVE A BLAST IN KL
- ARSENAL TO GO ON A WINNING STREAK
- CHELSEA, WIGAN & MANYOO to LOSE
- PUTUMAYO CDs
- NO DEATHS
- MORE $$$$$
- A CAR. A DECENT CAR.
- SELF ESTEEM
- AN APPEARANCE IN FISHERMAN'S FRIEND TELLY COMMERCIAL
- HAPPINESS

That's it for the moment. I'm off to catch a plane to HMV Hong Kong to nab the latest IL DIVO Dvd before the other deluded DIVAS snatch them from stock. Don't miss me too much, I will bombard you with a longer list in a weeks time.

Cheers from your Siren,
LYNNNNNNNNNN

p.s: Here's a photo in any case you should forget me. (Yeah, I'm the dog.)

HELP

Crooning on my STEREO: Over the Rainbow by IL DIVO

THAT'S IT. I am addicted to IL DIVO like a drug.

Beats marijuana anytime.

90 hours have passed and I still have them on Loop.

I NEED HELP

If you are sick of my I-love-Sebastien blabber, do check this awesome blog Brighter Death for a breath of fresh, rejuvenating air.

I am off to HONG KONG next week. After that I will post the long awaited encore SPANISH CHRONICLES before I retire from the blogosphere in 2006.

"Someday I wish upon a star and wake up where clouds are far behind me....'

Bewitched.

Crooning on my STEREO: Ti Amero by IL DIVO

60 hours have passed since I bought IL DIVO's debut album, and I am STILL listening to them on loop.

Can't get enough of those guys.

'Crying is refuge for plain women. Pretty women go shopping!'-Oscar Wilde's Lady Windermere's Fan.
It really sucks to window shop.

But it is okay to play Oliver Twist every now and then.

(Special announcement: EYERIS embarked on a charitable deed by including me in his special Malaysian bloggers' 2006 Calendar!!!. Now, this is a guy with a heart of GOLD!) I'm a calendar girl... wooohoooooooooo!!!

WHY IL DIVO is THERAPEUTIC. Part ONE.

Crooning on my STEREO: Passera by IL DIVO

Today I am going to defend my lust for IL DIVO.


1) When I am feeling aboslutely SORRY for myself. When I have a crap hair day. When I go for vocal training and I can't hit the high E note. When I fail a casting audition because I forgot a required costume. When some stupid juvenile kid down the street laughs at my chubby thighs....

Why IL DIVO helps...
THEY SHOW ME LOVE.. Well, not literally.
Listen to their first album and close your eyes. Visualise a group of 4 gorgeous Armani clad men serenading you with a blissful combination of tenor and baritone voices in European dialects.
Listen to track 5- Everytime I Look At You.

Sebastien (pic below) is GODSENT. I'd give away all my handbags just to have him SERENADE ME.
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2) My favourite pair of kitten heels were wrecked beyond recognition by none other than PURE HORSE SHIT yesterday. I was so fucking pissed off. I STILL AM. It is as though I just chucked 49ringgit down the drain. (translate: 15 Euros down the gutter). That's a fucking hell lot of money to an unemployed fart like me.

Today I live PAINFULLY with the fact that I DO NOT have a pair of NEW SHOES to flaunt during Christmas and New Year. How miserable.

Why IL DIVO helps...
Simple. Blasting their divine voices on maximum volume makes me CRY in the state of ecstasy. And by CRYING you release tension. And then you get TIRED. And then you SLEEP. And forget about your HORSE SHIT MISFORTUNE.

Just for the time being.
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3) Since graduating, I feel absolutely unemployed, skint and hopeless. Something to the lines of being a beggar. Under a roof.

Why IL DIVO helps...
THEY SHOW YOU LOVE. Again. Listen to 'A Mi Manera' which is the remake of Frank's I DID IT MY WAY. (Now don't take the piss, I know its not original material but at least they do sing it well....)
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4) My casting agents are pissing me off. They are not getting me enough auditions.

Why IL DIVO helps...
All four dudes of the band had to go through Satan's auditions under the watchful eyes of SIMON COWELL. Now, go and tell me how much SHIT they have to go through to get a place in the band....... thats besides the point. It only takes ONE AUDITION to make a difference.
So patience is virtue.
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5) This sucks. I thought I have grown out of my boyband fetish years. I think I am bored.

Why IL DIVO helps...
Falling in love with a certain gentleman who sings under the fancy category of vox populi proves that IL DIVO IS NOT A BOYBAND.Fancying a celebrity gives you something to do in your free time. Por ejemplo, staying up till four every night running a search on GOOGLE on whether he is married improves your analytical skills.

So I am not as useless as I think I am.
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6) I did miss out on *ahem* a dude who resembles Sebastien from IL DIVO. I am kicking myself everyday because of that. I am such a COW.

Why IL DIVO helps...
Its okay. At least I can brag that I snogged a celebrity look-a-like.


TELL ME, HOW CAN YOU RESIST THIS???

Fuck, I can't.

Assholometer Bounty

Crooning on my STEREO: Bedshaped by KEANE


The one and only MIGHTY VINCENT came up with a wicked bounty tag in his sadistic quest of unearthing the devil out of self-proclaimed saints.

Everybody knows what a lovely girl I am. There's no denial that I have commited more saintly deeds than you mere mortals. Come on, I am LYN. The epitome of all perfection and divine purity. Ask anyone, they will say that I am NICE. And SWEET. And ANGELIC.

Today I will share some great deeds of virtue with my fellow readers:

- When I was in lower primary, I formed a juvenile gang and picked on this kid who wrecked my favourite helium balloon during a class party.

- When I was in upper primary, this bitch dared me to slap her in the school compound (which I gleefully did, of course) and her mother trotted to school the next day to hunt me down. I tactically missed school that same day to avoid that mad-mother- of-a-whore.

- I had to listen to a lame twit whinge on how miserable her life was (which was blindingly NOT miserable by my standards) for 3 hours on MSN.
The very next day I shared every detail of her misery with my family, friends and cab driver.

- 7 years ago, I convinced this girl in school that I was JON BON JOVI's secret lover. She believed me and she was (and possibly, still) in awe of me.

- I deny men who have ever been involved with me in any way.

- I helped myself to a hell lot of expensive art supplies from my high school's art room. Why? Because the teacher's a bitch. I even nicked an excerpt of her diary for comic relief.

- I take the piss out of 85% of the Malaysians living in London. They are the perfect picture of patriotism/materialism on foreign soil.

- If I hate your guts, I REALLY DO.
I am able to make half the nation boycott a cosmetics company simply because I depise a certain swine who works there.

- On days when I am intoxicated, I consciously choose to spit onto cars with single digit number plates.

- A chinky eyed girl in London snatched an acting role which could have been MY career break..... I spent 3 working days heavily bitching about her to everyone I meet.

- I can bitch about Wayne Rooney and his gang of merry men like there's no tommorrow.

- I take the piss out of 13-year-olds. Or rather, anyone who is younger than me. Or thinner than me.

- I tell everyone that I am a supporting artiste in the upcoming DA VINCI CODE. It's up to you to believe me or not.


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Project description: (written by the one and only VINCENT)

"I am quite a big asshole, eh? This project is called 'The Assholometer Bounty' simply because it is interesting find out, now that you guys know of my evilness, how much you would pay to get rid of me? How much would you be willing to fork out to rid the world of someone like me? Pillage my commenting box with any figure and I will total up the assholometer bounty as we go along.

Let's face it. As much as people like to claim that they are nice people, everybody is an asshole deep down inside. In fact, not enough people are proud of the evil things they did. With the exception of a couple of guys, I don't think enough people blog about their 'assholic' tendencies. Wouldn't it be a joy to read of more people being evil?

1) All you guys have to do is blog about your most 'assholic' deed (or a few, if you wish) in order to get your readers to raise your bounty. The higher your bounty, the better.
2) Copy out these last few paragraphs including the project description.
3) In keeping with being an 'asshole', you are free to spread this meme along to as many people as you wish (the more the merrier since everybody hates memes)."
- vincent
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I tag:
Caracola
Kracker
Simple American
SocialPest
Steve
Reubster

And to anyone who desires to reveal the inner demons of their personalities.

Stupid Kiss Test

Crooning on my STEREO: Tal Vez by FRAN PEREA

Your Kissing Purity Score: 57% Pure

For you, kissing isn't a casual thing Lip to lip action makes your heart sing

Kissing Purity Test

Funny how men perceive me as a LEPER in Malaysia.

PMS

Crooning on my STEREO: My Favourite Game by THE CARDIGANS

For those who do not know,
I float in between two worlds. A month ago I met Mr. Pink Hibiscus by the Andalusian beach....

LYN IS LOST.


I am such a cow. It is that time of the month.

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QUEIRO VOLVER A EUROPA!!!!! POR QUE ESTOY AQUI?!?!?!?!?!?

It's okay. I've lost my celebrity status. I seriously need to sort my self esteem....

I WILL CHECK INTO A REHAB.

Damn everything. I am redundant.

Oh, I am bloated too.