lyyyl’s photo blog

hehe, i love wordpress, jest because i get to catergorize stuff and all. but moving from blogspot to wordpress would mean CHAOS! i can’t make layouts anymore. hehe. anyways, visit my blog here_-_http://lyyyl.blogspot.com its there, everything abt me. unless you have a livejournal account, i write there more_-_http://www.livejournal.com/~lyyyl okays? see ya! here’s i store my artsy fartsy photos!

took this pretty photo while driving at federal highway

is it? or is it a palm tree?

took this with high exposure too. i love this macro shot!

gosh, i love clouds! wish i could climb on it and stay there like carebears!

my Canon Powershot A520 and my Sony Ericsson k700i

cute flower…i love macro shots!!

another flower taken close up.

close up flower, took in Rowena’s house

pretty beads taken with HIGH exposure and super close!

NOT!! was taken in my car under nightmode..shook like mad…

tried the manual dial on my Canon Powershot A520. works! only i was in the car, thats why it is so damn blur..

Summer: [after Summer and Seth have tricked Taylor into revealing her affair with Dean Hess] Hey, skank.
Seth: You were expecting someone taller? Blonder, with a pageboy haircut?
Summer: Welcome to the Terradome, Townsend. You’re busted.
Taylor Townsend: [smugly] For what, exactly?
Summer: Hmm. A little extracurricular activity with Dean Hess? Yeah. I saw you two making out at the dance.
Taylor Townsend: [smugly] So what if we did?
Seth: [stumped, to Summer] She makes one hell of a poker player. I mean, she’s pretty good.
Summer: Yeah, well, unless you and the Dean want this little thingamajig -
Seth: [corrects Summer] Indiscretion.
Summer: - to go public, we have a few demands. Don’t we?
Seth: Yeah.
Summer: Starting with the lifting of the ban of Ryan Atwood from Harbor.
Taylor Townsend: [indifferent] You can go ahead and tell anyone you want. No-one’s going to believe you.
Seth: [frustrated] She’s like a block of ice.
Summer: You willing to bet your squeaky little reputation on that, Taylor trash? ‘Cause I’ve got a *huge* mouth and an even bigger buddy list. Mmm-hmm.
[whips out Sidekick]
Summer: See this right here? Sidekick. Walkie-talkie of the twenty-first century. Who should we radio first?
Seth: How about my dad?
Summer: Yeah. 10-4, good buddy. So what’s it going to be? You can either tell Seth’s dad the perverted truth and save your sorry ass, or you can roll the dice. Over and out.