<?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-4033966921493401662</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:26:37.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5831553669059154530</id><published>2010-05-08T08:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:15:53.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ADVANCE MOTHERS DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My mum, is the greatest mum I ever had. Eventhough I don't like it when she keeps on nagging, still, its for my own good. My mum has a big ego, she won't show her love directly. You just have to see carefully. My mum's cooking is the best! Everything she cooks is nice. She also bakes! Sometimes, she'll ask me to sit beside her, watch her and pick up her skills. She knows what I like, and what I not like. Oh, and she always gets jealous whenever my dad pamper me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But now, we kinda drift apart. I seldom talk to her. And I realize that. Everyday, go to school, come home late, sleep &amp;amp; wake up at night, and she'll be asleep. If I'm awake, I'll be in my room, surfing the net. And I'll always be out on weekends. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So now, I'll try to stay at home as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you, mama. &lt; 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5831553669059154530?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5831553669059154530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5831553669059154530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5831553669059154530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY ADVANCE MOTHERS DAY!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8602147514993339625</id><published>2010-05-07T07:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:52:23.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm not your fucking barbie doll you can play around with. You push me around, and then pull me back again. You're hot and cold. You change your mind like a girl changes clothes. You can't even appreciate me well. Its your lost. You promised you wouldn't leave. You promised to love me with all you've got. But where are your promises? Let me see, in the drain? "just when I was about to get back to you" Thats just bullshit. You wouldn't even listen to me. You don't even care bout me. You're not even there for me. And you fucking find a replacement for me(!!) WTF!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqUrb_zQUzE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yqUrb_zQUzE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This song's for you. =')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8602147514993339625?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8602147514993339625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8602147514993339625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8602147514993339625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot-cold.html' title='Hot &amp; cold.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4930854640466805907</id><published>2010-05-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:21:36.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess it's really over, I'm finally getting better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay, sorry for not updating. Well, all of you should already know that its over between me and him. I assume that he's happy now, maybe even moved on. Well, thats what I see. Yes, he did say Ily still, but no, I don't believe that anymore. Cuz if he really does, he'd listen to me. No, not for me, but for his own good actually. But he's dumb anyway. I think he already killed his brain cells, thats why. Why should I waste my effort on someone who wouldn't listen? well basically cuz I care so much bout him. But I see no point for me to keep saying the same thing over and over again, cuz it wont fucking stay in his brain. But I just got to admit that I was fucking sad, looking at him waste his life away just like that. How dumber can he be right? He have dreams/goals, but he's not making any effort to pursue it. He only think bout enjoying. Wonder when will he grow up, really. Maybe when his skin starts to wrinkle, and his hair turned grey, he'll realize how wasted his life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;What you said when you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, my life's getting better these days. I'm starting to appreciate my life now. =)  My friends are happy cuz I'm happy now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, most of my friends are going through rocky relationships. I hope you guys will be able to pull it through. They will realize that nobody would be able to love them like how you can. They're lucky to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love going to school now. And they should know the reason why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thank you, S. Because you make me happy. With those random calls,unexpected msges, it made me really happy. =) &lt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4930854640466805907?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4930854640466805907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-its-really-over-im-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4930854640466805907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4930854640466805907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guess-its-really-over-im-finally.html' title='I guess it&apos;s really over, I&apos;m finally getting better.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5467109004224838434</id><published>2010-04-24T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:04:57.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>logan lerman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4343437500_38db44b4a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4343437500_38db44b4a2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After watching Percy Jackson, I fell in love with him. He's so dreamy! =0&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/4033966921493401662-5467109004224838434?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5467109004224838434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/logan-lerman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5467109004224838434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5467109004224838434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/logan-lerman.html' title='logan lerman'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4343437500_38db44b4a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3274539314175469278</id><published>2010-04-18T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:53:56.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehamini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26076_385301799521_819409521_3621240_4877824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 225px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs476.snc3/26076_385301799521_819409521_3621240_4877824_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks bby for being there when I needed someone. Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder. Thanks for hugging me. Thanks for pulling me back to reality. Thanks for reminding me that its not the end. I feel like a kid.. I feel so weak. )'= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love you, seha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3274539314175469278?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3274539314175469278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/sehamini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3274539314175469278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3274539314175469278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/sehamini.html' title='Sehamini'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7883690602607297852</id><published>2010-04-02T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T06:10:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well said.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"life is like a coin..pleasure and pain are the 2 sides..only one side can be seen at a time...but rmbr that the other side is also waiting for its turn!!!"-From Alistair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7883690602607297852?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7883690602607297852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7883690602607297852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7883690602607297852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-said.html' title='Well said.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-245800414272329509</id><published>2010-04-02T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:50:37.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life would suck without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe I was stupid for telling you goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe I was wrong for tryin to pick a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know that Ive got issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But youre pretty messed up too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Either way, I found out Im nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And honestly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My life would suck without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Being with you is so dysfunctional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I really shouldnt miss you, but I cant let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-245800414272329509?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/245800414272329509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/245800414272329509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/245800414272329509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My life would suck without you'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6658214615798094</id><published>2010-03-31T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:14:34.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Do you know how hard I tried&lt;br /&gt;To become what you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I'm not&lt;br /&gt;All that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;I've got flaws, I've got faults&lt;br /&gt;Keep searching for your perfect heart&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter who you are&lt;br /&gt;We all have our scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Did I say something stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There goes one more mistake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6658214615798094?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6658214615798094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6658214615798094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6658214615798094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/me.html' title='Me.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4303024735249896843</id><published>2010-03-31T05:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T05:07:58.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bumped to Ad, while playing L4D just now. Didn't expect to see him. Still remember the old times, lol. memories.....BIBIR! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Currently texting him, killing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ad : Frenster dah tak pakai lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;me : FRENSTER ZAMAN BILA????? HAHAHAHHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4303024735249896843?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4303024735249896843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4303024735249896843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4303024735249896843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/lips.html' title='Lips!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6102999911642158531</id><published>2010-03-31T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:49:28.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6102999911642158531?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6102999911642158531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6102999911642158531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6102999911642158531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8946720875086206780</id><published>2010-03-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:59:00.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I tear my heart open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I sew myself shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My weakness is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That I care too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And my scars remind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;That the past is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I tear my heart open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8946720875086206780?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8946720875086206780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8946720875086206780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8946720875086206780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/scars.html' title='scars.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6758195882179201470</id><published>2010-03-29T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T07:02:00.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The air that I breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need you..I need you...I need you )'=&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever change the way I feel bout you.&lt;br /&gt;no matter how harsh you were to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: roll the credits, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7:02am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6758195882179201470?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6758195882179201470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/air-that-i-breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6758195882179201470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6758195882179201470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/air-that-i-breathe.html' title='The air that I breathe.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3008831045087735718</id><published>2010-03-28T04:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:57:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, I'll be gone for a moment. Don't bother asking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3008831045087735718?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3008831045087735718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-ill-be-gone-for-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3008831045087735718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3008831045087735718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-ill-be-gone-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7006258670746020678</id><published>2010-03-27T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:15:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet dreams? no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had countless of nightmares last night. Waking up, and forcing myself to sleep. What was I thinking, wishing you'd be here? )'=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7006258670746020678?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7006258670746020678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-dreams-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7006258670746020678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7006258670746020678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-dreams-no.html' title='Sweet dreams? no.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5477543722585013054</id><published>2010-03-27T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:52:55.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He changed my world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I used to play with them boys but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' different now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh he's a star, he makes me fly..&lt;br /&gt;Taking me places, I've never seen..&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds apart, but he don't mind..&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's got his wings..&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rome&lt;/span&gt; no more,&lt;br /&gt;And all my love he gets..&lt;br /&gt;he come from a different place,&lt;br /&gt;I come from the other side..&lt;br /&gt;Even though we not the same..&lt;br /&gt;That boy, he changed my life, oh my Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a fairy tale .. that we all know so well,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so lucky that I found him.&lt;br /&gt;there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; no one in this entire world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather be with than you boy.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; throwing out all my cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i think i finally found the king of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But.. things are not the same. No, my feelings are still the same. But, I'm just tired of fussing &amp;amp; fighting everyday, every night. No, that doesn't mean I'm leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5477543722585013054?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5477543722585013054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-used-to-play-with-them-boys-but-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5477543722585013054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5477543722585013054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-used-to-play-with-them-boys-but-im.html' title='He changed my world.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6936286788796843872</id><published>2010-03-26T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:12:48.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>absence makes the heart grow fonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Verdana,Geneva,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Verdana,Geneva,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;When someone you care for is away, you miss that person and think about them often, and that feeling makes you want to be with them even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Have I been clinging on you too much, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6936286788796843872?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6936286788796843872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6936286788796843872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6936286788796843872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='absence makes the heart grow fonder'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-459035547226856845</id><published>2010-03-26T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:21:16.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I walk alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Things are just not the same anymore. Like as if you're a million miles away, and I couldn't reach you. Its like I'm walking alone in total darkness, so cold. Like everything's starting to fall out of place. I don't even know whats happening. Or maybe its just me, thinking too much. Feels so empty now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Maybe, you've lost interest. Maybe, I'm not the one. Maybe, maybe.. Maybe I should stop thinking negative. But I just can't help it cuz you feel so distant now. It just feels so different. So different, I can't explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh God, save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-459035547226856845?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/459035547226856845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-walk-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/459035547226856845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/459035547226856845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-walk-alone.html' title='I walk alone.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1781332652346921639</id><published>2010-03-25T09:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:25:28.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have been bothering you, lately?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Woke up early in the morning, only to realize that its just 6.30am. No matter how hard I tried to close my eyes, I just can't go back to sleep. Been tossing &amp;amp; turning..My stomach growling for food. And the feelings which I thought I'd be able to get rid off when I wake up the next morning is still there. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it. In order to keep myself busy, I get out of my bed, prepared breakfast for myself and sat infront of my laptop, watching anime. But, its still there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna ruin this. I wanna refrain myself......But I just can't help it. After all the problems I've started and the mess I've caused, I don't want it to start over again. I just want him to love me more, from the bottom of his heart. Why must there be paranoia? Why does paranoia even exist? )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, I'm going to work. So I'll just pretend everything's fine and go w the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, this is just random. Something that came out of my mind. Or maybe.. something that have been bothering me lately ever since.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's an ample reason why you didn't make it to his future. And why you're called his ex. Move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1781332652346921639?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1781332652346921639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-have-been-bothering-you-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1781332652346921639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1781332652346921639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-have-been-bothering-you-lately.html' title='What have been bothering you, lately?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8414791978206978593</id><published>2010-03-24T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:41:14.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is brutal, My heart is fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's a sunny day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so I got nowhere to hide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;not a cloud in the sky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so I'm pretending, I've got something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;in my eyes, just so you won't see me cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I wait for the storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to hide all my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but it's taking too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but I won't run for the door, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'coz if you think I'm weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;then that makes you strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So rain on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What's the price of thunder? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's like I'm waiting in a hundred degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll be standing under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;disguise my tears so that you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so down, lately. I'm not sure what's bothering me. Maybe I rely too much on that someone? Now I'm paranoid, cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;z if he leave, I'll be crying and heartbroken again. )'=&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see that day coming. No, never.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be relying too much. I wanna be more independent now. I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8414791978206978593?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8414791978206978593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-brutal-my-heart-is-fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8414791978206978593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8414791978206978593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-brutal-my-heart-is-fragile.html' title='Love is brutal, My heart is fragile'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4970630245968497624</id><published>2010-03-23T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:46:13.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>want you here with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; All this time that I've spent with you, im not in it for a game. It ain't fair to make you believe its true and then turn and walk away. Everything I do, and everythin I said, Im tryna prove to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4970630245968497624?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4970630245968497624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-you-here-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4970630245968497624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4970630245968497624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/want-you-here-with-me.html' title='want you here with me.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6324956305745753415</id><published>2010-03-22T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:48:09.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work it baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When I get my pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm gonna bring mama out for lunch/dinner, splurge on shoes &amp;amp; get new clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And, working w Benyamein is so fun. ^^ Well, atleast I get to see him everyday, until school starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6324956305745753415?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6324956305745753415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6324956305745753415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6324956305745753415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-it-baby.html' title='Work it baby.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6668978028799478445</id><published>2010-03-16T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:56:44.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Romp V was fine. But the que was like crap. So many people. Came at 10.30pm, and only able to go in at 1.30. After that, cabbed to Zul's place with Ben, Seha. Took a nap &amp;amp; woke up at 8, and went home. Slept all the way till 9pm. (y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6668978028799478445?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6668978028799478445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6668978028799478445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6668978028799478445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8027726874204128989</id><published>2010-03-13T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T00:14:57.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All bout him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm in love with this boy, whom I thought was Indian, the first time I saw him in class. Well, we never really talked to each other until you started to disturb me in class, throwing pieces of paper. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then one day we planned to go drinking together, which was on the 6th Feb. I got my pay, so it was my treat. Me, Hizam, you &amp;amp; Zul. I told you I'd be fine, drinking Bombay Sapphire. I'm strong. HAHA. Then after few shots, I got drunk. You still can let me drink half cup of it, which I dragged. Few minutes later, I vomit like there's no tomorrow. Hizam couldn't send me home, so you're the one who send me home. Cabbed, and I asked to stop at Esso to get lemonade. In the end, you got me milk. =.= Sat at the void deck, smoke, drink &amp;amp; I talked bout my problems. You gave me the listening ear, you gave me a shoulder to lean on... After that, you actually send me until the doorstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;When I reach home, I felt something in my heart..I was unsure of what it is. Then every night, I keep thinking bout you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I told Emily bout it, and was told not to confess cuz things might get weird. I tried so hard to keep it to myself, but I can't. Then on the 19 Feb, I finally got myself to confess to you. It was so hard to get you to believe me. We went out to town together after that. We could sit down and talk normally, and I was glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Batam trip, I spent the whole time with you. I still remember sleeping together, and you actually make sounds with your mouth. HAHA, it was so cute. You keep on asking me to tie my hair too, cuz it was all over your face. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Everyday after school, we would hang out together. We even go out together sometimes during weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday, before we went to bbq, I accompany you fetch Danial then to Ghim Moh to get your bag. While waiting for MRT, I asked you to see if there's hair in my eyes. You were shocked by the amount of hair in it. You tried to help me to get it out but fail. =.= Infront of your house, you helped me get every single hair, which got stuck in my eyes, out, succesfully. Haha. Then, we bussed all the way to ECP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;At 12am, me, you, Khai &amp;amp; Yong drank. I got high &amp;amp; vomited. I know I said alot of things to you, which I couldn't really remember. I did remember you told me you couldn't trust me cuz of the guys I contacted. I tried to convince you, but you wouldn't listen. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eventhough I smell of vomit, you still kissed me, you still hugged me. ^^ We stayed together till morning and bussed home, tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It have been 3 weeks now, and the feelings for you, is still strong. It don't matter if you wanna take your time, cuz I don't care bout the status. You can have all the time you want. For as long as you love me, thats all that mattered. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We fuss &amp;amp; fight bout littlest thing. But I'm trying my best to understand you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Benyamein, I really do love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8027726874204128989?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8027726874204128989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-bout-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8027726874204128989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8027726874204128989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-bout-him.html' title='All bout him.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6163952802022084045</id><published>2010-03-10T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T11:29:52.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bet you didn't know that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you thought that i was so unmoved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and you thought i didn't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but you can still call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sometimes just to say hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and i know that you still assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;that i'm still mad at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;that was a memory, it's still a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and baby if you ever wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;bet you didn't know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i bet you don't know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;you're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i think about you all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i know that we moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and yes it's been so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;baby your picture's still hanging up on my wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6163952802022084045?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6163952802022084045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-you-didnt-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6163952802022084045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6163952802022084045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/bet-you-didnt-know-that.html' title='Bet you didn&apos;t know that.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7930716965637990199</id><published>2010-03-09T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:57:17.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Take My Eyes Off You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know that the bridges that I've burned along the way&lt;br /&gt;Have left me with these walls and these scars that won't go away&lt;br /&gt;And opening up has always been the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;Until you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lay here beside me, just hold me and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;This feeling I'm feeling is something I've never known&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how you tease me when I'm moody, but it's never too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling fast, but the truth is I'm not scared at all&lt;br /&gt;You climbed my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7930716965637990199?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7930716965637990199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7930716965637990199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7930716965637990199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='Can&apos;t Take My Eyes Off You'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3072570573722928994</id><published>2010-03-09T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:56:27.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile more. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting here, wondering why my life's like this. Why can't I control my tantrum, why can't I control my attitude. The bad side of me is making a comeback, and it ain't nice. Its real ugly, isn't it? So last night, before I go to bed, I gave it a thought, and planned to change myself. It ain't easy to change, but its no harm trying. Its for the better, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna smile more, I wanna be emotionally strong. I wanna be tough, independent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I woke up today, smiling ever so widely. Thinking that today will be a good day and everyday, too. Today will be a start of my 'new life'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3072570573722928994?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3072570573722928994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3072570573722928994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3072570573722928994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-more.html' title='Smile more. =)'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3906572080947889337</id><published>2010-03-07T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:23:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you worry about them other boys.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;We should be together; Edward &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Be by your side, Bonnie and Clyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I give you everything because of who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll put you in the spot-light, you're a superstar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I just wanna be with you nightly, don't take what I'm telling you lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cause I like ya' and you like me so let's not play around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3906572080947889337?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3906572080947889337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-worry-about-them-other-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3906572080947889337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3906572080947889337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-you-worry-about-them-other-boys.html' title='Don&apos;t you worry about them other boys.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4998032819574606028</id><published>2010-03-06T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T18:15:23.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd never thought I'd be in love like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How can I say I'm over you, when I still wear the necklace you gave me for our first month, &amp;amp; the band which I got for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How can I say I'm over you, when I still have our picture on my shelf, w the bracelet I bought for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How can I say I'm over you, when I always think bout you &amp;amp; secretly hope to bump onto you somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How can I say I'm over you, when I still mention your name to my friends, talking bout you &amp;amp; all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;How can I say I'm over you, when I still want to meet you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well, I guess I AM over you cuz I can't remember how it hurts when you leave me. But memories still remains, deep down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, everything is going smoothly now, I guess. Lets just hope we'll stop quarreling and be nice to each other like last time. Always joking around, laughing at almost everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Perangai takmu shabu shabu okay? hahahahahha *inside joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4998032819574606028?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4998032819574606028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/id-never-thought-id-be-in-love-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4998032819574606028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4998032819574606028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/id-never-thought-id-be-in-love-like.html' title='I&apos;d never thought I&apos;d be in love like this.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3778916409883264250</id><published>2010-03-02T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T03:04:21.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3D2N at Batam was the best. What more can I ask for? Great companies I had, good food too. &amp;amp; cigarettes are filthy cheap. But the vodka tastes like shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like what Khai said, we've seen each of our ugly side. Ben is really cute when he's asleep. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;April's coming, and we'll soon be separated. Lets stay together, shall we? Super crappers =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3778916409883264250?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3778916409883264250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3778916409883264250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3778916409883264250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-9099912064745132517</id><published>2010-02-28T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:06:12.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Knew I Needed You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for the way you changed my plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for being the perfect distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for the way you took the idea that i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;of everything that i wanted to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and made me see there was something missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for the ending of my first begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and for the rare and unexpected friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for the way you're something that i never choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but at the same time something i don't wanna lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and never wanna be without ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you're the best thing i never knew i needed&lt;br /&gt;so when you were here i had no idea&lt;br /&gt;you're the best thing i never knew i needed&lt;br /&gt;so now it's so clear i need you here always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my accidental happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;the way you slime and how you comfort me with your laughter&lt;br /&gt;i must admit you were not a part of my book&lt;br /&gt;but now if you open it up and take a look&lt;br /&gt;you're the beginning and the end of every chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who'd knew that i'd be here who'd knew that i'd be here&lt;br /&gt;so unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;undeniablely happy&lt;br /&gt;said with you right here, right here next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-9099912064745132517?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/9099912064745132517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-knew-i-needed-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9099912064745132517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9099912064745132517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-knew-i-needed-you.html' title='Never Knew I Needed You'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6832754933161512800</id><published>2010-02-24T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:25:08.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Beep Beep Oh Look Now There Goes My Phone&lt;br /&gt;And Once Again I'm Just Hopin' It's A Text From U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It Ain't Right I read your Messages twice thrice four times A Night It's True &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Everyday I Patiently Wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Feelin' Like A Fool But I Do Anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nothin' Can Feel As Sweet &amp;amp; As Real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As Knowin' I Wasn't Waitin' In Vain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Off to Batam, till sat. Miss me please =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6832754933161512800?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6832754933161512800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6832754933161512800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6832754933161512800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-489430263445499808</id><published>2010-02-23T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:07:56.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to show me how love should really be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;From the first day I met ya,&lt;br /&gt;I notice your style.&lt;br /&gt;Had that B-Boy swagger not one of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;And you talked like you knew me.&lt;br /&gt;Kept coming around and I fell for ya.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to run away cause the situation's in the past,&lt;br /&gt;Love never really last.&lt;br /&gt;Memories just had a hold of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I used to turn around and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Never stopped to play&lt;br /&gt;Cause there was no attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart you start to grow on me&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a suddenly&lt;br /&gt;So now I've changed direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it might seems strange&lt;br /&gt;Love came over me&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the luck has changed&lt;br /&gt;Do you want me, like I want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be right where you are&lt;br /&gt;You set my world on fire&lt;br /&gt;Babe I got a crush on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-489430263445499808?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/489430263445499808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-you-to-show-me-how-our-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/489430263445499808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/489430263445499808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-need-you-to-show-me-how-our-love.html' title='I need you to show me how love should really be.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6081401330650276686</id><published>2010-02-22T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:46:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in love with........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2556541902_6a2153155e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2556541902_6a2153155e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AUDREY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6081401330650276686?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6081401330650276686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-fell-in-love-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6081401330650276686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6081401330650276686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-fell-in-love-with.html' title='I fell in love with........................'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2556541902_6a2153155e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1878973529483776872</id><published>2010-02-22T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:50:27.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't believe in wizards or witches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But boy, you've got a spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't know this or that or which is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What you want me to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;School is getting more...boring. I'm so looking forward to Batam Trip this Thursday. Sure gonna be loads of fun.  ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've been trying to make myself busy lately to forget bout all my past, and its working well. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry if my blog's getting so boring now. I'm getting even lazier to update a proper post. kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1878973529483776872?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1878973529483776872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/butterflies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1878973529483776872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1878973529483776872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/butterflies.html' title='Butterflies.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6880794697168532970</id><published>2010-02-20T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:30:15.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid hit me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everything bout you, attracted me.&lt;br /&gt;That includes-&lt;br /&gt;Your silly jokes/acts, which always made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, which is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;The way you care for people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Just, simply.... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/4033966921493401662-6880794697168532970?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6880794697168532970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/cupid-hit-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6880794697168532970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6880794697168532970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/cupid-hit-me.html' title='Cupid hit me.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3330873698071592909</id><published>2010-02-20T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:01:53.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this be for real, I wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe, I believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And like the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They shine, let it shine over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3330873698071592909?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3330873698071592909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/could-this-be-for-real-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3330873698071592909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3330873698071592909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/could-this-be-for-real-i-wonder.html' title='Could this be for real, I wonder'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-800491105279770732</id><published>2010-02-19T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:03:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know really, should I be feeling relieved or upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I'm so stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah should have listened to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;)=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-800491105279770732?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/800491105279770732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/800491105279770732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/800491105279770732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/urgh.html' title='urgh.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8837115317363732100</id><published>2010-02-18T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:54:48.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;All the times we had stupid little conversations, all the times you bitched to&lt;br /&gt;me bout boys, all the times you were there to hear my bullshit, all the times i&lt;br /&gt;heared your bimbo talks, all the times we went shopping, all the times we&lt;br /&gt;laughed so hard we couldn’t breathe, all the times you asked “is my hair okay?”,&lt;br /&gt;all the times we would meet in the morning before going to school, all the times&lt;br /&gt;you would ask if i’m okay when i don’t talk, all the times that you said you&lt;br /&gt;would be there for me, and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything babe. &lt; 3 &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This was taken from Emily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aww babe, That was really sweet, you know? :) Thank you for being a gr8 friend. I &lt; 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8837115317363732100?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8837115317363732100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/emily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8837115317363732100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8837115317363732100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/emily.html' title='Emily'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7428393113452679521</id><published>2010-02-18T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:48:24.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*big sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It just keep growing, never shrinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So tell me now, how long is this gonna last? This feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its killing me, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How many times I restrain myself from letting you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It sucks having the person you like just beside you, not knowing how you feel. &amp;amp; whats worst is being curious about what is going on in his mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ain't a risk taker. I just don't wanna let him know &amp;amp; then knowing that he don't feel the same way. &amp;amp; then things will become so awkward that it'll be worst than now. So, i'll just leave it this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7428393113452679521?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7428393113452679521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7428393113452679521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7428393113452679521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-sigh.html' title='*big sigh*'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7548990485470483885</id><published>2010-02-17T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:04:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I keep losing people, one by one. I know, friends come &amp;amp; go, they don't bring you anywhere. But for me, I treasure every one of my friends. They're like part of my life. They're like the missing bits &amp;amp; pieces of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eventho&lt;/span&gt; I don't have a boyfriend, they are the ones who make me feel less empty. I depend much on friends, apart from my family. They're the ones who will be there when I need a crying shoulder, listening ear and much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Boyfriend/girlfriend, on the other hand, will complete your life. But when you're heartbroken, who will you let your feelings out to? Who will be there when you're down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you have a problem, and you wish to let it out, who will you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tell me, who don't need a friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God create us to socialize w one another. &amp;amp; if God can forgive our mistakes, why can't we forgive one another? Why must there be enemies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Human makes mistake, no doubt. Even the people who we look up to, definitely make a mistake once in their own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But if the person keep making the same mistakes and hurt you countless times, then I guess its not worth it, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; when we have to move on. This is life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7548990485470483885?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7548990485470483885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7548990485470483885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7548990485470483885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title='Life?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6497836058220018796</id><published>2010-02-17T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:24:18.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gff? BULLSHIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey, bitch. So how's your life going? Oh, I envy you for having a complete life. =) For you, friends come &amp;amp; go. But, sorry. I don't forget my friends. Well I'm glad I have fucking great friends now who make me happy. Its fucking sad, you don't know I've been thinking bout you and looking at those pics we took. I still have that friendship band we got together. I bet you don't keep it. Why would you, right? So here's to you, babe. MAY GOD BLESS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xoxo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your gf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe this, really )'= 4 yrs, all down to drain. I fucking treat you like a real sister &amp;amp; this is what I got.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6497836058220018796?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6497836058220018796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/gff-bullshit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6497836058220018796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6497836058220018796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/gff-bullshit.html' title='gff? BULLSHIT!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5983108051851292343</id><published>2010-02-17T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:39:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale Come True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4356903256_fb750a6a81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4356903256_fb750a6a81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4296646727_3d03086b43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is just so perfect. Omg, I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins! I so can't wait for this. Its opening in 2-3 months time. I'll save up for this. Or best still, my bday's on July.. By the time, it should be open. Someone bring me there please? *puppy eyes* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5983108051851292343?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5983108051851292343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/fairytale-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5983108051851292343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5983108051851292343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/fairytale-come-true.html' title='Fairytale Come True?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4356903256_fb750a6a81_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8056553971394662796</id><published>2010-02-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:59:58.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/044/b/0/Left_Out_by_stereotypemylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/044/b/0/Left_Out_by_stereotypemylife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever had this feeling of being left out? You walked behind them, listening to music &amp;amp; looking at them, laughing &amp;amp; talking among themselves. &amp;amp; when they realize you're behind them, they'll ask, "are you ok? why so quiet?" and then you smiled and pretend everything is fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs51/300W/i/2009/284/f/9/Jealousy_by_Mikagon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm )= &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do, when you had feelings for your friend? You wanna say "i love you" so bad, but don't wanna scare him away. You wanna tell him what you feel, but afraid you'll lose him. Would you, overcome your fear, take the chance &amp;amp; tell him,let go of this heavy feeling in your chest? or would you keep your feelings inside, pretend you're fine? &amp;amp; watch him love somebody else? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This' killing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh anyway, Happy v'day to everyone &amp;amp; cny to the chinese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy holidays, too. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8056553971394662796?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8056553971394662796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8056553971394662796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8056553971394662796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/fear.html' title='Fear?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6359087339495917694</id><published>2010-02-12T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:05:02.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush, on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My mind in waste and I let the moment slip away. Another night got me sitting here all on my own. Picking up the phone, But i cant get past the dial tone. Rocking my brain, Going insane. Again and again. I cant keep going this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I told myself that tomorrow gonna be the day And I keep on telling myself that Im gonna find a way. And I wont be afraid just like yesterday. Wont walk away never gonna let another chance slip away. Cuz' I gotta know which ever way its gonna go. Rest my heart and soul Cuz' there can never be no more. Rocking my brain, Going insane. Again and again. I wont keep going this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Crushing,Im so into to you, Dont know what Im gonna do. Gotta find a way to you. I dont know just what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If only I have the gut. If only I was brave. But I just don't wanna get hurt, afraid of getting rejected. Cuz I know he's only treating me as a friend. And I doubt I'm good enough for him. I guess it'll be better left this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And so Im left,Short of breath. With that heavy feeling in my chest, Baby im so crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6359087339495917694?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6359087339495917694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/crush-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6359087339495917694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6359087339495917694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/crush-on-you.html' title='Crush, on you.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1689187836334729685</id><published>2010-02-12T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:03:31.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel&amp;cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today school was fine cuz we didnt study that much. After school, went home &amp;amp; took a nap for a bit. Woke up @ 2+ and got ready to meet Shaiff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Met @ the harbourfront bus int. Had lunch and we hang out @ the place facing sentosa. Smoked, chat &amp;amp; took a lot of pics. I was laughing so loud that it made people nearby us walked away. HAHA! It was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Around 9, we walked to cheers and bought drinks cuz we were thirsty after all the laughing. Sat infront of vivo &amp;amp; open music. Sang so loud, laughing like crazy. All eyes were on us but we just don't care. It have been a while since I laughed like that. It sure did make my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797934521_819409521_3205118_5162586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797934521_819409521_3205118_5162586_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs171.snc3/19852_301797909521_819409521_3205114_6104063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs171.snc3/19852_301797909521_819409521_3205114_6104063_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797454521_819409521_3205076_288285_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797454521_819409521_3205076_288285_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797444521_819409521_3205075_2793000_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs191.snc3/19852_301797444521_819409521_3205075_2793000_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1689187836334729685?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1689187836334729685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/squirrel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1689187836334729685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1689187836334729685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/squirrel.html' title='Squirrel&amp;cat.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6237509333480727562</id><published>2010-02-10T23:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:42:34.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling empty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why does it feels like there's a huge hole in the chest? Why does it feel like there's a heavy weight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do I feel so empty? )'=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how hard I tried to occupy myself, I'll still remember bout that hollowness the moment I let my mind wonder abit. Oh god, why is life so unfair? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be happy like everyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear God, I want someone who'll take away these tears and turn my frown upside&lt;br /&gt;down. I want someone who appreciates me for who I am. I want someone who would&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand, and say "I'll always be by your side, rain or shine.". I want&lt;br /&gt;someone who will love me, infinity &amp;amp; beyond.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, enough. I know love will come by on its own, let nature take place. =')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps : Its frustrating when you can't find the missing pieces. My heart's incomplete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6237509333480727562?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6237509333480727562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6237509333480727562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6237509333480727562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/feeling-empty.html' title='Feeling empty?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3568137461502145329</id><published>2010-02-09T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:00:58.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time check, 1337. I'm home from school cuz I'm not feeling quite well. I keep having this frequent stomach ache. I fucking hate watery/loose stool. I don't know if its diarrhea or something I ate yesterday. I don't have the apetite to eat, only feel like vomitting. )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Moving on, just a question, does it mean I like him if I get jealous whenever he talk bout some other girls? =/ Or maybe I'm just confused....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I guess I won't be staying home on 14 Feb. =) I can't wait, wonder where we'll be heading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;___________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one&lt;br /&gt;person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down prolly will. You will have&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;heart broken prolly more than once &amp;amp; its harder every time. You'll&lt;br /&gt;break&lt;br /&gt;hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll&lt;br /&gt;fight w your&lt;br /&gt;best friend.. You'll cry cuz time is passing too fast &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;you'll eventually&lt;br /&gt;lose someone you love.So take too many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Laught too much. &amp;amp; love like you've never been hurt. Cuz every sixty&lt;br /&gt;seconds&lt;br /&gt;you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3568137461502145329?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3568137461502145329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-check-1337.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3568137461502145329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3568137461502145329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-check-1337.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8363000127118022244</id><published>2010-02-08T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:51:15.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile like I'm fine =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're never gonna be alone. From this moment on, If you ever feel like letting&lt;br /&gt;go, I won't let you fall. You're never gonna be alone, I'll hold you 'til the&lt;br /&gt;hurt is gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Upon knowing that I'm having fever, he cancel his plan just to come down to my place to check if I'm fine &amp;amp; also bring me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of roses, chocs. . Upon knowing that I'm down, he ask me out &amp;amp; buy me B&amp;amp;J, to cheer me up. Upon knowing that I'm going for any competition, he'll come down &amp;amp; support me. Upon knowing that I feel alone,he'll come down to my place and hug me tight &amp;amp; let me listen to You are not alone. Upon knowing that I have a nightmare, he'll tell me not to worry &amp;amp; remind me that he will always be there for me. Sometimes, I get love letters from him, slipped in from the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, meet my dream guy.. =) But sad, in reality, I doubt any guy would do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, moving on, I miss my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' friends. Slowly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; leaving. Wait, should I even call them friends? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; true friends will stay, rain or shine. They'll give you the shoulder to cry on &amp;amp; listening ears, too. They'll put themselves in your shoe first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bfore&lt;/span&gt; saying anything too. But being humans, we make mistakes. True friends forgive ea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;othr&lt;/span&gt;, and let the pass go. But if its not worth it, why bother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eventho&lt;/span&gt; I made new friends in this campus, it doesn't feel the same. They were great companies, really. But sometimes, I just feel left out. Or maybe its me, who keep building walls instead of bridges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8363000127118022244?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8363000127118022244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8363000127118022244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8363000127118022244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/untitled.html' title='Smile like I&apos;m fine =)'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2330914737849657435</id><published>2010-02-07T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:55:29.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got myself wasted last night. It was real bad. My legs were jelly &amp;amp; I can't control myself. Whats worst was I thought I'm gonna die &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vomit&lt;/span&gt;. Much apologies to everyone. I know I made your life hard. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;, I swear it was embarrassing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a million thanks to Ben who took care of me &amp;amp; sent me home. Thanks for lending me a shoulder. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2330914737849657435?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2330914737849657435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/wasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2330914737849657435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2330914737849657435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/wasted.html' title='Wasted.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6596556762811581955</id><published>2010-02-05T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:06:46.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All i needed was just someone to be there for me. But no one is even by my side now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everything's&lt;/span&gt; falling down on me. The weight on my chest is getting heavier each day passes by. My mum don't wanna admit me as her daughter anymore. My girlfriend whom i knew for 4 years now pretend that I'm invincible. My friends keep pushing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; now I realized that I'm all alone. I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt; all this while. I had no shoulder to cry on.. Oh god, why is my life like this? )': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, I really feel like putting everything to an end, my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; there's no use living it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6596556762811581955?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6596556762811581955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6596556762811581955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6596556762811581955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/alone.html' title='Alone.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1811818990827890428</id><published>2010-02-02T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:13:48.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I ain't perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hey mum, look at me. Think back and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan? And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do? But it hurts when you disapprove all along. And now I try hard to make it, I just want to make you proud. I'm never gonna be good enough for you, I can't pretend that I'm alright And you can't change me. Did you know you used to be my heroin? All the days you spent with me, Now seem so far away...And it feels like you don't care anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna change the things that you said, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nothing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna make this right again. Please don't turn your back, I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you but you don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Everyone wants to see me fall now. I guess I'm on my own, no? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no one's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;givin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me all the support I need. Well, I know I ain't as clever as compared to both my siblings or anyone in the family members. I know I ain't pretty like my big sister. I know I ain't as good as my brother. But don't you think I deserve to be heard? Am I not your daughter, mum? I wish I can tell you whats in my head, but you wouldn't understand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eventho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you treat me this way, I still love you so dear. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you're the only mum I have. ('= But do you love me, mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I don't understand why I'm being sensitive lately. I just wanna be treated well by people. I wanna feel loved )'= It feels like as if I'm carrying a heavy weight on top of my chest, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it hurts so much. I feel empty. Save me, someone.... &lt; / 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1811818990827890428?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1811818990827890428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry-i-aint-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1811818990827890428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1811818990827890428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry-i-aint-perfect.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I ain&apos;t perfect.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4937394961293979302</id><published>2010-01-31T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:58:38.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People are lonely cuz they build wall instead of bridges.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm still here, standing strong, thanks to my friends and family. No, words can't pull me down now. And I pledge, not to shed a tear anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/Photo0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss this boy over here, so much. Still my lil bow wow. Haha! I miss those&lt;br /&gt;times when we used to argue &amp;amp; then make up. Talk bout silly things on the&lt;br /&gt;phone. Kiss in the public, like as if we own the place. I miss every single&lt;br /&gt;thing when I'm w you, Hizam. I guess memories is the only thing that will remain&lt;br /&gt;unchange. Hope to meet you soon. Lets hang out bby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Well I guess being single ain't that bad. At least I get to spend the time w my friends. But at times, I really do feel lonely cuz everyone's w their bf &amp;amp; I'm all left out. Oh! I'm still smiling tho. I'm sure, one day, I'll find the right one. Whats the rush for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;6 Feb is coming....... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&amp;amp; I soooo can't wait for 25 feb. Batam w classmates! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Okay, I'm done. Gnight sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4937394961293979302?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4937394961293979302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-are-lonely-cuz-they-build-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4937394961293979302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4937394961293979302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-are-lonely-cuz-they-build-wall.html' title='People are lonely cuz they build wall instead of bridges.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4243899343108984127</id><published>2010-01-23T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:55:33.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yesterday, I woke up on the wrong side of bed. Feeling bit cranky &amp;amp; down, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; due to the rain. I hate cold weather especially when I need to force myself to wake up &amp;amp; get ready for school. Despite the fact that I woke up early, I was late to meet Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm stuck at my void deck. No umbrella &amp;amp; no keys to go home. Cab to school was the only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lesson was conducted so I took a nap. Woken up by Emily few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later, asking me to accompany her to canteen to collect uniform. When we reached the canteen, the smell of the food caught us. So we ate before going back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12pm. Called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farhanah&lt;/span&gt;. Was told that she's at New Town Sec. Since I got nothing better to do, I thought I should pay the school a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Peihui&lt;/span&gt;, Fiona &amp;amp; everyone else. Oh how I miss the school...After that, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Farhanah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nasri&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rahmat&lt;/span&gt; went to west coast court to slack a bit. Went home after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap &amp;amp; woke up around 6pm. Spent the time watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt; till 9+pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hungry &amp;amp; feeling bit down so I made myself a waffle to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429823356358040578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5i2kSqtjBo/S1qbkvzXHAI/AAAAAAAAABI/qeMAxXqc27s/s320/Copy+of+22012010200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, I really have to start saving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My life has become somewhat monotonous. Only revolves around family, friends, school. I feel empty deep inside, despite having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of companions. I miss being held. I miss being told "i love you". I miss having someone special to count on. But that does not mean I'm in a rush to have a partner. I guess 2010 is the year I'm gonna relax. I wanna find a partner whom I really want to spend my life with. I wanna make every moment with that someone worthwhile. No more flings, no more puppy love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna change &amp;amp; become a better person. =) Thats gonna be my goal for 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429823348370136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v5i2kSqtjBo/S1qbkSC5W8I/AAAAAAAAABA/DGOC8lVNB00/s320/Copy+of+06012010028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Emily,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a good friend from the start =) Our friendship starts to&lt;br /&gt;blossom beautifully. Glad I've made a good friend. Had a gr8 time w you, always.&lt;br /&gt;In school &amp;amp; anywhere else. Never fail to laugh when I'm w you. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;laughing at people &amp;amp; @ our own stupidity. Hur hur. Looking forward for an&lt;br /&gt;outing. Lets go food hunting &amp;amp; shopping together. Oh &amp;amp; thanks for the&lt;br /&gt;advices too. Telling me that I deserve better. Sorry if I keep rolling eyes @&lt;br /&gt;you. Just a bad habit which I can't seem to throw. But you know I don't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;See ya on monday babe! I love ya bitch. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4243899343108984127?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4243899343108984127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-better-to-light-one-candle-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4243899343108984127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4243899343108984127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-is-better-to-light-one-candle-than.html' title='It is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v5i2kSqtjBo/S1qbkvzXHAI/AAAAAAAAABI/qeMAxXqc27s/s72-c/Copy+of+22012010200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5700657188050917700</id><published>2010-01-20T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:03:20.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, I feel that things between us won't work out. I don't even think she'll ever be able to forget you. &amp;amp; I'm sure we'll face a lot of fights in time to come. You're a nice guy. But your words were never convincing enough. I don't wanna get involved already. Its hurting me too much. It does hurt me to let you go but rather than I feel so insecure? I want no regrets in future if I were to be w you. But I just can't help it. To think that she can't let you go, cuts me deeper. I want a guy who's really available. This is just not right. "after anniversary, we'll be done." Thats what you said. But I'm sure its never gonna be done. Cuz she mention that both of you will always be lovebirds. Well? Yeah, you can move on. But the feeling's not right to be w you when someone's thinking bout you. Get what I mean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Take care, H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I ain't a risk taker. Well yeah, used to be one. But what for take risks when you know you'll just end up getting hurt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Urgh, I'm feeling real down now )': &amp;amp; No one's there to be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5700657188050917700?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5700657188050917700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5700657188050917700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5700657188050917700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-you.html' title='For you.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-515838424807084919</id><published>2010-01-19T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:24:28.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up so soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh god, seriously, I don't know what the hell I'm thinking. Can I really trust your words? Sometimes, I really feel like giving up. Cuz your words weren't convincing enough. Everything's swirling in my mind, driving me nuts! I get sick &amp;amp; tired of heartaches. I don't wanna get hurt in future. Yes true, its part &amp;amp; parcel of relationship. But wouldn't want the same thing to happen to me. If you tell me you love me, why are you giving her hope? hmm? Life's screwed up sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Put that aside.... Today's the 6th supposed-to-be monthsarry with my first love, Hizam. Urgh, I miss him so much )= Life have to go on, have to keep reminding myself. =/ But honestly, no matter how hard I tried to get rid of him in my mind, he still exist somewhere in my heart. Deep inside. Memories are the only thing that will never change in life I suppose? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, maybe, just maybe I should just forget bout 'him'. Cuz I really can't stand the pain. I don't understand why must I get involved in it. What are you trynna prove anyway? Hais. I suppose there are much better guys out there? Oh I don't know. )': Its killing me!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-515838424807084919?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/515838424807084919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up-so-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/515838424807084919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/515838424807084919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up-so-soon.html' title='giving up so soon?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-9219357079998143842</id><published>2010-01-17T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:36:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates &amp; updates and more updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camp was great! nothing much to elaborate tho. Had gr8 times w my friends. Gr8 companies =) I miss everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had an awesome day today w him. Planned to hit the town but in the end, we went to vivo. Went to my old workplace, met up w all my colleagues. They were asking me if I wanna join them again. I'll reconsider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walked around vivo, had java chip frappe. Bought snacks for Henderson wave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that, walked to Henderson. Was a very long journey. Had alot of rest on the way there. I'm wearing heels, mind you. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There was this time when he kissed me. It really took my breath away. :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Continued our journey.... Super tiring. Lucky he's strong enough to piggy back me. (y) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Journeyed all the way to alexendra. Power!! FYI, I have fear for heights. My legs were like jelly. Cuz you can actually see through below. So high up!! )= But he was there to hold my hand &amp;amp; guide me thru. How sweet was that? &amp;amp; then, got piggy back again. There's this time when I really cannot endure the heels, I took them off &amp;amp; walked. Was much easier... But it hurts like hell. But one thing fo sure, I overcomed my fear. Well, abit tho. W the help of him =) Thanks sweet heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh boy, you got me trippin, stumblin, fallin in love. Yes, I was really hurt to find out the truth myself. But slowly, I'm forgivin you. Gave you that chance you asked for. Just don't dissapoint me baby. Cuz if you do, I dont know just what else to say. I'm glad that you were being honest w me now. Understood much that its hard. I know pretty much how the girl feels cuz I've been in her position b4. Not trynna boast, but yknow, it hurts alot. &amp;amp; whats worst is that she can't accept the fact that you're leavin her. Hais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You told me this wouldn't happen btween us. Can I trust you in that? You tried to convince me that you wouldn't only shower me w love but also guide me to the correct path. Yeah, hope you mean what you said. I don't want words but ation. Prove it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're the best guy I've ever met. A real gentleman. Who sends me home after we meet up. That makes me feel more attracted to you. Well, ofcuz thats not the only reason why I love you. There's alot more reasons but I just can't say it out. I ain't good w words. Urgh, if only you're Edward. If only you can read my mind. Then you'll understand how I feel. Sweetheart, look into my eyes, &amp;amp; then you'll understand. I love you. Really really do. Not only now but for as long as it could be. I won't get tired of you. (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-9219357079998143842?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/9219357079998143842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-updates-and-more-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9219357079998143842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9219357079998143842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/updates-updates-and-more-updates.html' title='Updates &amp; updates and more updates.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7772789850418222565</id><published>2010-01-13T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:23:03.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy, I'm not gonna say I'm jealous. You just have to figure it out on your own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7772789850418222565?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7772789850418222565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-im-not-gonna-say-im-jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7772789850418222565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7772789850418222565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/boy-im-not-gonna-say-im-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4482078612502348611</id><published>2010-01-07T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:52:48.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling blue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes, I wish god would just take away my life. I hate myself. )'= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Don't ask, I don't know whats up w me but suddenly, I feel so........................blue, so down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;These tears won't stop falling. Urgh. PMS? maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Put that aside, today school was..okay. Met up w Haddy, my tagged friend &amp;amp; the rest before school. Went to macdonald to have breakfast first. Haddy went first cuz his lesson starts at 10am. We left soon. Report in class @ 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After school, walked with mates to interchange. Emily left first, leaving me, Haddy, Shawindah, Shafik &amp;amp; Kesha. Had cookies @ subway. &amp;amp; home after that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4482078612502348611?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4482078612502348611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4482078612502348611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4482078612502348611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-blue.html' title='Feeling blue?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7230362821132038935</id><published>2010-01-06T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:38:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a magical feeling - so right</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There's no escape from love, Was a gentle breeze.. Weaves it's spell upon your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is it too early to say that I fell in love? But they say, it doesn't matter how long you get to know him but how MUCH you know him. The feeling came naturally for me anyway. How I miss him.. I can only afford to hear his voice every night &amp;amp; stare at his pictures on facebook. )= So many unanswered questions swirling in my head, waiting to be answered. But I guess I just have to wait when we meet up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;School is getting bit mundane.... But thanks to my friends, I had bit of fun too. I enjoyed laughing with them. Cracked some lame jokes and etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today after school, had lunch with them @ subway. And I was so careless, leaving my wallet on the tray.. Only realizing when I want to purchase something. But the best part was that before I left, I took the sweets which I put on the tray and actually didn't realize that my wallet was on the tray too. -.- Went back all the way to retrieve it. Lucky me, they keep it aside for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Farhanah at the void deck for awhile cuz I thought it was too early for me to go home. Its heartbreaking to know that her bestfriend treated her so badly now. I can't believe he change so much. Don't worry babe, let him realize his own mistake alright? I'm sure sooner or l8er, he'll apologize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7230362821132038935?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7230362821132038935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-magical-feeling-so-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7230362821132038935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7230362821132038935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-magical-feeling-so-right.html' title='There&apos;s a magical feeling - so right'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8432018567406689076</id><published>2010-01-05T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:54:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ite life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONE WORD FOR SCHOOL : AWESOME!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Made lots of new friends. Everyone was being nice.. But the class was bit..... boring tho... What to expect. Few days later and I'm sure everyone will be used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I saw alot of familliar faces in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ite life is way different from secondary. You are allowed to use the phone in class. You can dye your hair but only in dark shade.. etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never regret joining ITE cuz I met new people. &amp;amp; also this AWESOME guy.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tho I miss secondary sch life..... The daily routines.. smoke, lesson, eat, smoke, lesson, smoke, home. I miss my friends... )= I hope we'll plan some outing soon, really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8432018567406689076?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8432018567406689076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/ite-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8432018567406689076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8432018567406689076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2010/01/ite-life.html' title='Ite life?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5518898941592476311</id><published>2009-12-23T20:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:14:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Time passed so fast. In a blink of an eye, it's already the 23rd. And tomorrow's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; eve. It have been three weeks since I work there already. Just a week more to go. Actually, I feel like continuing but I had to school next year. The people there are really nice to work with. Most, actually... But the cashier is being nice with me now. I don't know why? Only now that I have issues with the promoter for accessories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just 5 more days to results..... Ooh, the tension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sorry if this blog have been blunt lately. But I just can't find the right time to upload pictures here. But you guys can see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; for new pics =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Will end here. work tomorrow ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5518898941592476311?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5518898941592476311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5518898941592476311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5518898941592476311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8760468506808486692</id><published>2009-12-19T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:14:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Path.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got promoted to sec 5 with 18 points. BUT no, I'm not going to sec 5. Instead, Im going to higher nitec. I know you guys will go like " WHY?!?! You have that opportunity, grab it!"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I have my own reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the teachers are bias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I won't be able to study well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The papers will definitely be alot more difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't have the confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If I fail, I'll still go to ITE and WORST, I won't be able to go to the course which I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why should I waste another year when I can just go higher nitec??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To cut it short, its a WASTE OF TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agree with me now? But its the path I choose anyway. ITE isn't the same anymore. Don't you people look down on ITE. I got 3 for English, 3 for combined humans, ungraded for geography, 4 for maths, 4 for science, 4 for malay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want hospitality operation badly.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, work have been fine. But just shagged. Many people nowadays. )= I can't wait to get my pay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On another note, today's my 5 month supposed to be monthsarry with Hizam. I really really truely miss him. Haven't met anyone who's better than him, really. I'm still thinking bout him. Anywhere I go, reminds me of him. Miss the old times....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, whats over, is over right? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8760468506808486692?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8760468506808486692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8760468506808486692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8760468506808486692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/path.html' title='Path.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2329410226268571737</id><published>2009-12-17T09:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:06:07.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work it bby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eversince I moved here, things starts to change. I miss my old home. But the environment here is nice tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Working is great... With great friends there who never fails to make me smile. Good customers who makes my day but also nasty ones who spoils everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't wait to go out with my best buddy later! and most probably heading to gf's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2329410226268571737?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2329410226268571737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-it-bby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2329410226268571737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2329410226268571737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-it-bby.html' title='Work it bby!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5955196621657773336</id><published>2009-12-13T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:07:49.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt;! He paid for &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. Tickets, food, and even taxi. I feel bit uncomfortable tho. Been such a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time since i got treated this way. Thanks Firman, really appreaciate it. I feel very much comfortable talking to you. Eventho it was our first time meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well yesterday, I did quite a few mistakes at work. Maybe its just &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my day. Was very embarrasing, really. And I really, I mean... really really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one of the cashiers. I don't get why must she give that &lt;em&gt;cold shoulder&lt;/em&gt; to me. I understand that I did mistakes but people make mistakes, right?? And after all, I'm new there. Don't expect me to know &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;, from a-z in a &lt;em&gt;snap&lt;/em&gt;. I'm trying my best. What would you do if you're in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; position? The stress you get? Damn. Forget it. If thats the way you want to treat people, then I shall treat you that way too. :) Then you shall know how it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Put that aside.. Today I'm gonna play &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;L4D &amp;amp; pool&lt;/span&gt;. Just to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relieve stress&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh, it have been 3 weeks since I've &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;quit smoking&lt;/span&gt;! Gonna be &lt;strong&gt;1 month soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5955196621657773336?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5955196621657773336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5955196621657773336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5955196621657773336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon.html' title='New Moon.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6170523758935948025</id><published>2009-12-12T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:29:42.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants &amp; Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Have been looking forward to work nowadays, since.....i-don't-know-when. No, not actually looking forward to work but.. just the 'work' only. HAHAHA! get it? Its okay if you don't. :) Usually I'll be in the store room, smsing &amp;amp; talking to my colleagues. (6) I'll only go out few times. But when I do go out...... people won't stop coming to me. The horror!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;But sometimes, it feels nice when the customer is still able to recognize you. The negative side bout this dept is that sometimes there's customer who ask for alot of pairs to try on and in the end....... they walk away. I mean, WHAT IS THAT?? I climb up and down, search high and low for the shoes and then they just don't seem to appreciate that. Yes! they always say that "customer is always right".... but at the back, Customer is sometimes wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I've been sick for few days already. Coughing and sniffing. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, I've made new friends along the way :) And going to have lunch with them tomorrow. Can't wait! and prolly watching movies with Firman after work. Yay! Can't wait!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6170523758935948025?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6170523758935948025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rants-etc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6170523758935948025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6170523758935948025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/rants-etc.html' title='Rants &amp; Etc.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6644201111857587132</id><published>2009-12-09T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:56:22.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I miss my old friends. Time flies. I have finally completed 4 years of education in New Town Secondary and now, waiting for the results in a week's time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I still remember the days when I first came in to New Town, wearing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pri&lt;/span&gt; school uniform &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the secondary uniform is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OOS&lt;/span&gt;. Wearing a headband, and a brown zinc bag (yes, I remembered clearly), I know I looked innocent. I was so nervous and had a low self esteem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of my sore throat. I was shy. In class, I was seated beside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raiyan&lt;/span&gt;(I think he was cute at that point of time..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahahha&lt;/span&gt;!) and behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;. Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Koh&lt;/span&gt; was our form teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Few minutes or hours later, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt; turned and said, "Hi! can we be friends?". (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! very cute right??) And then I agreed. We went for recess together. Then, she introduced me to her girlfriend, Alina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, many things happened during secondary one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ofcuz&lt;/span&gt;, our maturity level was low at that point of time.. My first boyfriend in that school was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Faris&lt;/span&gt;. And he stole my first kiss! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hahahahha&lt;/span&gt;. And then, I remember being together with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Haider&lt;/span&gt;..... Those moments were very sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;eventho&lt;/span&gt; we fuss and fight. But he was my first love. We didn't last long tho. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Secondary two wasn't that bad.. I was at my rebel stage. Played truancy, smoking, ran away from home and etc. I mixed with the wrong company. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ofcuz&lt;/span&gt;, I did learn the right from the wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Secondary 3 was beginning to get boring. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; the class isn't the same anymore. New faces, new people. There wasn't "1 for all, all for 1" anymore like how it used to be in secondary 1 &amp;amp; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;In secondary 4, things starts to lighten down. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was going to sit down for N levels. But I didn't attend school that much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I always give school a miss when I woke up late. I never want to go for detention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This year is the year that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I get along pretty well. Yes, we did have few tiffs but we got over it, didn't we? We were the closest one among our cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;As soon as N levels was over, holiday have just began. And our friendship soon became distant. Everyone was busy with their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Prom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; when all of us meet again. People change.. How I wish I'm still in secondary school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can't wait for results. To meet everyone again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6644201111857587132?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6644201111857587132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/through-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6644201111857587132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6644201111857587132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/through-years.html' title='Through the years.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4858206552433715545</id><published>2009-12-09T05:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:35:39.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lifestyle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It have been more than two weeks since I quit smoking. Facing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SWS&lt;/span&gt;(smoking withdrawal symptoms) right now. But its just a tiny thing. Rather than dealing with a worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; in future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually, the reasons why I've quit smoking is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was inspired by the show style by jury. Smoking really blacken the teeth. Its ugly. Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ofcuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the only reason. I think its a turn off when I see myself smoking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the mirror. Whats so pretty about it? It causes you bad breath too. Not only that, its air pollution! Oh, and the money spent on those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;...... I could have used the money for shopping instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't like the smell of burning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cigarettes&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Whenever people offered me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cigarette&lt;/span&gt;, I'd reject. I have to be persistent, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Honestly, I hate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SWS&lt;/span&gt;. But what can I do? I just have to keep reminding myself that its for the best. This would only be for few days or weeks. I can endure. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And now, my body is trying to adapt to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt;. I'm proud of myself! After 4 years, I finally am willing to kick the habit of smoking. Tho the temptation is there... But I'm able to ignore it. Can you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So to those smokers out there, take a deep breath and think.. What do you get from smoking? Yes, it does relieve stress. But you can do healthier things such as bowling, pool or take a stroll at the beach to relieve stress. If you want to quit, then make sure you really do. Cutting down wouldn't help you. Just stop smoking! Pull yourself together. Yes, its not easy. But its worth it! Rather than getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; such as cancer in future... It doesn't even do any good to your skin! Quit now before its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4858206552433715545?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4858206552433715545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-lifestyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4858206552433715545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4858206552433715545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-lifestyle.html' title='New Lifestyle.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2572465790278641293</id><published>2009-12-03T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T19:57:56.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Its good that I'm working 9 hours every 5 days in a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today's my rest day but I actually regret staying at home. My mum is forever noisy. Cannot even wait. I'm really tired. Why can't she understand that? Something so simple.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How I wish I'm working everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now she threatened not to give me money. So be it. I don't care. I can starve myself. She wanna see her daughter suffers? Okay. What a gr8 family! :) yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Problems after problems. Hizam is gone, A is gone.. I hate everyone. )': All I need is someone to just be there for me not. Thats all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends are not even here to be with me at the moment. Is that what you call friends in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What a life. God, save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2572465790278641293?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2572465790278641293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2572465790278641293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2572465790278641293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/12/enough.html' title='Enough.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6752817851884313657</id><published>2009-11-30T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:07:58.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm in love................................................................................. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6752817851884313657?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6752817851884313657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6752817851884313657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6752817851884313657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3147202347162626592</id><published>2009-11-27T02:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T03:40:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. I got nothing much to say bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I feel so lost &amp;amp; confuse right now. I don't know why, really :( I miss having a real bf tho. I miss having someone to be there by my side 24/7. I miss someone disagreeing with whatever I'm doing. I miss having small fights and then making up with him. I miss crying late at night, be it tears of joy or sadness for someone. Tho now I'm still crying but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of the emptiness. I miss someone who's able to take in my craps when I'm having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pms&lt;/span&gt; and still able to cheer me up. The only one who's able to do that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hizam&lt;/span&gt;. God why was I so stupid back then? Now its all too little too late because its never gonna happen again. We're never going back again. I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; moved on but honestly, I'm not able to. God, why must I realize how much he meant to me now.. Why now.. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its impossible to find another one just like him. Eventho I did, its never gonna be the same :( I miss all the pampering i could get. The praises which I usually get that would make my day. The wise words i get when I'm down or nervous. All that, I miss. I only saw the bad side(which wasnt even really bad)... I didn't see that. )': Oh dear, how i wish i could turn back time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now no one ever appreaciate what I did. No one could even make me happy. No one even praises me anymore...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I miss everyone. I miss wearing that smurf uniform. I miss dragging myself to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FYI, I've gave up smoking :D hooray to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3147202347162626592?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3147202347162626592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/misses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3147202347162626592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3147202347162626592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/misses.html' title='Misses.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1167644861087698696</id><published>2009-11-24T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:01:06.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exbf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss you so much, Hizam :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;How I wish I could take it back to when I had you..... But no, what we had will only stay as memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No one's gonna be better than you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1167644861087698696?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1167644861087698696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/exbf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1167644861087698696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1167644861087698696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/exbf.html' title='Exbf.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3692150602659636062</id><published>2009-11-16T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:06:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lost &amp;amp; confused, got no ne to hold on to now. I miss my exboy. I miss having someone by my side 24/7.. No matter how busy he is, he still could spare time for me. The late night call, talking bout nothing, I missed. I miss hugging him while on the escalator. I miss smothering my face into his body. I miss his warm, familiar scent... I miss licking him, biting him. I miss texting stupid things. I miss drawing a msg and sending him via mms. I miss Hizam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's no longer mine, I feel sooooo empty. I need to move on, I have to move on. Now that I'm contacting someone now, I really hope things can change and the future would be better. I don't want to be crying anymore.. I'm tired. I longed for genuine happiness. I'm tired of pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm bit lazy to upload pics. maybe soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you, A. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3692150602659636062?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3692150602659636062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-wanna-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3692150602659636062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3692150602659636062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-wanna-go.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna go.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1833439040214284928</id><published>2009-11-13T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:25:59.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;God I'm so shagged. I need a break I need a break............................................. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I miss my old home, I miss blogging, I miss everything. Anything I could think of, I miss. Especially my kitty cats! ): Damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dad says home would most probably be ready in next week... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Currently staying over my cousin's place. Got molested every night. Haha! wth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder if anyone still view my blog. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh I miss my gf and my friends. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1833439040214284928?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1833439040214284928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1833439040214284928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1833439040214284928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/boring.html' title='boring.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-9067131950206298518</id><published>2009-11-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:02:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;things haven't been going smoothly in life nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chaotic, messy life. Messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been lying to myself and the only one who could see it is only my 4 yrs best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;save me someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-9067131950206298518?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/9067131950206298518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9067131950206298518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/9067131950206298518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-god.html' title='Oh God.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4609079847870796978</id><published>2009-10-28T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T02:28:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be gone for a moment. miss me k.&lt;/span&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/4033966921493401662-4609079847870796978?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4609079847870796978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-gone-for-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4609079847870796978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4609079847870796978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-be-gone-for-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7257083780590205934</id><published>2009-10-25T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:36:56.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Much apologies for the late update. Woah. The last time I've update was last tuesday. Been busy lately ): work work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't really recall what I've did over the past few days. But I'll type in anything I can remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I started working on Monday. At West Mall. Watson event or something. It wasn't that bad. First day was tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wednesday changed shift with Nasri so I could meet Hizam. Oh, I've highlight my hair, too. Met Hizam around 7pm at bugis. Went to shisha. Got bullied by him &amp;amp; his friend. ): Then went home around 10+. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Changed shift again with Nasri on Friday cuz planned to meet Dhit, YanP &amp;amp; Hizam. But in the end, we didn't go town. We met at bt panjang instead cuz all of us (except Hizam) were broke. So I didn't get to meet Hizam. Dhit quarrelled with her bf. Long story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chilled with Dhit, Yan Payong &amp;amp; Miffy. Around 7, Dhit had to go home ): So chilled with the rest till 9.30. Then Yan payong asked me to accompany him till Fajar mrt st. So, from pending, we walked all the way there. Both of us were hungry ): Reached home around 11+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today(saturday), met farhanah @ west mall and went to work together. Took picture with this adorable mascot..... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i0.tagstat.com/image04/c/5ee2/001J053r5Xy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px" alt="" src="http://i0.tagstat.com/image04/c/5ee2/001J053r5Xy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw, Happy 19th birthday to my most beloved ex, Haider. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7257083780590205934?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7257083780590205934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7257083780590205934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7257083780590205934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-7752305734446706620</id><published>2009-10-14T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:59:00.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at town with heels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went out to find job today. Supposingly there's trainin at 12 but I don't feel like working at the pub ): So, I didn't go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At first, I text ros &amp;amp; gf. But both of them had their own reasons. So in the end, I asked Mazree. Good that he's free. So we planned to meet at 2. But since I got no $$, I ate at home first. So we planned to meet at 3. But I got ready at 3. And I reached Jurong at 4. Haha. Ros followed us too, last min. Went to town by train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tried many shops but failed. 18 &amp;amp; above, full time... bla bla bla. So we went to plaza sing. Most of the shop asked us to contact the office. After that, Ros met her bf. Left me &amp;amp; mazree. Went to smoke and met Ros again. In the end, we planned to eat together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Walked back to Lucky Plaza and had dinner there. Mazree treat me. :D After dinner, smoked and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My foot's aching cuz I wore heels today. brrrr. Guess heels aren't meant for walking long distance ey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-7752305734446706620?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/7752305734446706620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-town-with-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7752305734446706620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/7752305734446706620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-town-with-heels.html' title='A day at town with heels.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8390507347143114034</id><published>2009-10-13T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:45:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Many things had been happening lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The raya outing with ex pri schoolmates was...okay. Though it wasn't planned properly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that, hang out with Shasha, Ilham &amp;amp; Ryanto at my house area till 6 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That was on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monday, the plan was to go for interview but failed to wake up in the morning. Okay, don't wanna elaborate bout the fucked up day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Something happened &amp;amp; I broke down. Instead of studying for my last paper, I cried and talked to my friends. I had a big fight with Hizam. I let go of my ego &amp;amp; plead for him not to let go. I really did sound pathetic tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know how to put the reasons why I really need him in words. Its unexplainable. Eventho I could have just leave him and find another one to replace him, I don't want to. I never wanted someone to stay with me so badly.. It makes me wonder sometimes.. I just don't care what others have to say bout me or him.. Cuz what I know is that I never wanna let him go and no one is in position to say anything cuz they don't know what I'm going through. Tho I'm talking like I've been with him for years, this is just how I feel. And I don't need anyone to ask me again &amp;amp; again whats so special bout him. I love Hizam &amp;amp; I wanna grow old with him, no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really need to change and stop going out with many guys. But I really don't know how or where to start. I need him to guide me but its just so hard. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I screwed up my geog paper 2. I was extremely exhausted and slept after finishing the paper. Wait, I didn't even finish it. After 15 mins or so, I slept. I forced myself to wake up and finish it but I really can't. My eyes are really heavy. Yes, what the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In the noon, the show started. That was the first time witnessing my darling's real anger. I never seen this side of her. Or have I? The cat fight went on for few minutes. Poor Ros. She missed the show. In the end, that girl apologize to every one of us whom she called whores. Now see? Everyone hates you. You're such a messed up girl. Messed with the wrong person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But honestly, I didn't really feel angry. -.- Wen Ling shows her ah lian side of her. Scary! haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So now, here I am at home. sigh. I don't feel like doing anything at all. I'm still upset bout yesterday's incident. Its like still hanging. I really don't want him to let go of me ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8390507347143114034?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8390507347143114034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/mundane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8390507347143114034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8390507347143114034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/mundane.html' title='Mundane.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6460250285440430117</id><published>2009-10-10T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T11:32:03.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GOD!!! There's so much stuff to update. So many things had been happening. And I don't know if I can fit EVERYTHING into this one post. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First of all.............................Hizam &amp;amp; I are on good terms just 2 days after that happened. I was really elated to the point that I cried. :D I can't explain in words.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suddenly, I have the mood to study again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd October 2009, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to study with my dearest cousin. She tutored me in chem. And I was able to understand better. Knowing myself, after understanding, I love to challenge myself and do more qs. Instead of studying for my other subs, Hist &amp;amp; Bio, I focused more on chem -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Slept over her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th October 2009, Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Studied alone at the library while waiting for my cousin. Lazy to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th October 2009, Monday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I came to school at 8 am not knowing that my chem paper starts at 9.30. How embarrasing. So went to study again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chem was ok! bio was....................shit. &amp;amp; Hist was bloody shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After exams, went home and packed my stuff. I ran away from home.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KIDDING! Went to Gf's house to sleep over. Our initial plan was to study. We studied from 10pm all the way till 4am. Slept and woke up at 10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th October 2009, Tuesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bathed, rushed home and went to school. Maths paper one was easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My eyes swelled cuz I didn't have enough sleep. And I was walking like a robot ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;after paper, went home and continue sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th October 2009, Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NO PAPER! studied with gf @ jurong east lib. There's this ang moh who kept looking at our direction. But when I looked at him, he quickly looked down, pretend he wasn't looking. -.- Suddenly, he came to me and ask for a pen. He returned with a slip of paper. His email address was written on it. HAHA. omg. But sad, he looks old &amp;amp; pervert. But who knows... he have a younger bro who's hot :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then there's this group who keeps disturbing us. But they're fun :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lib closes at 9 so we walked to the void deck to continue. There, we met gf's friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went home at around 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th October 2009, Thursday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maths paper 2 was fucken shit............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Geog p1 was okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went home &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th October 2009, Friday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Went to fanah's house and watched movie while waiting for GF. Went to vivo then took tram to sentosa. Meet up with fiza &amp;amp; interview at Club Islander. A pub. It was fine but the manager was shocked when he sees our attire. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After that, took train to Jurong. Suddenly, I started to have headache. ): It was getting worst. And at IMM, I feel nausea. Called dad and asked him to fetch me. Reached home, slept all the way........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't wait to get the job! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm gonna work like crazy... With that money, Imma pamper myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6460250285440430117?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6460250285440430117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-theres-so-much-stuff-to-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6460250285440430117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6460250285440430117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-theres-so-much-stuff-to-update.html' title='life update.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1720538679317190363</id><published>2009-10-01T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:44:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QE-knB64cqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QE-knB64cqU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1720538679317190363?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1720538679317190363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1720538679317190363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1720538679317190363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-song.html' title='This song.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5529435833711786898</id><published>2009-10-01T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:42:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost, empty, confuse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to study at Jurong Library with gf yesterday. I'm lazy to elaborate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But around 6+, we felt tremors. That second, we thought we're gonna die. But no ofcuz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Had some problems. Hizam thought we should take a time off-break up. Continue only after his exams. )': I was really down. And I really feel like giving up everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks gf, ros for comforting me. Thanks Mirul, for being there for me. You were busy working yet you still call me to check up on me if I'm fine. You're so sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Today I didn't go to school cuz I don't have the mood to study. Yes, N level is next week. So what? I'm not planning to continue study next year. Cuz I'm gonna work and save up money. And take private O in 2011. I don't want my parents to be paying for my school fees. They're already tight on money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mirul kept on calling me this morning cuz he was really worried. He didn't sleep. He should be sleeping cuz I'm sure he's tired. Somemore he's working later at 5pm. He accompanied me this morning. Comfort me and cheered me up. Sweet right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5529435833711786898?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5529435833711786898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-empty-confuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5529435833711786898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5529435833711786898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-empty-confuse.html' title='lost, empty, confuse.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1439223646698056263</id><published>2009-09-30T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:11:20.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm feeling rather bit guilty. I don't know if I should be feeling this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He don't seem to care much bout me or even pamper me. Instead, someone else is doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is this suppose to be the way? Someone else is filling up for him. I don't wanna be falling in love with someone else. I just want him to be doing everything instead ): sigh. But no matter how I tried hinting him, he just don't get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wonder if he's even afraid of losing me like how I'm afraid of losing him. Doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, Gf &amp;amp; I planned not to go to school tomorrow as there wouldn't be any lesson we need. So we planned on doing a self study @ the library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh I can't wait for the event on 15 October :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kbye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1439223646698056263?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1439223646698056263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1439223646698056263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1439223646698056263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-else.html' title='Someone Else.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6458602182426935851</id><published>2009-09-29T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:34:27.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 26 September.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everything's canceled. Went to Lot 1. Collected the couple bracelet I bought for me &amp;amp; Hizam. Went to town to meet that boy. Both of us were still sick. And I hated coughing in public, with the phlegm. Its really disgusting. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;While slacking outside Far East, I suddenly had the urge to get something. So I called D and asked where's her friend's friend's shop located. Its "ohsofickle". If you guys have been reading the magazine Chic, you should know. The shop sells loads of nice clothes. Bought this simple toga dress which caught my eye. Its pink, grey &amp;amp; white. Really sweet piece. :D So that was the first time Hizam accompanied me go shopping. Not really shopping though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After that, slacked infront of taka. I couldn't tolerate my sickness nemore so I went home early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 27 September.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TwentySeven. Sigh. Some people should know this date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Met up with my exboyfriend before he books in. Went home around 6+pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At night, talked on the phone with gf, then with my bestest best friend, matt. Slept at around 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 28 September.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because I overslept, I missed school ): Spend the day at home again. I miss school! really. ): N levels just next week and I still don't feel the urge to study. WHY? ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For some reasons, I feel that me &amp;amp; Hizam are distancing. ): We hardly meet. Hais. But still, I love him. I guess I'm thinking bit too much ey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6458602182426935851?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6458602182426935851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/update_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6458602182426935851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6458602182426935851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/update_29.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-6311946544595060292</id><published>2009-09-24T11:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:34:13.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 September 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went to school as per normal. Brought some cakes which mum baked. Everyone liked it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After school, went to Ros' house cuz her mum cooked for us. On the way home, I kept sneezing, don't know why. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Changed &amp;amp; got ready and went out around 6pm. Waited for bus. Reached Jurong East around 6.40+. Took mrt to CCK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After buying what I wanna buy, GF planned to go vivo. It was already 9pm. Her plan was to watch movie. -.- Aiya, sometimes I feel like smacking her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GF, Ros &amp;amp; her bf insist on going vivo but me &amp;amp; Farhanah went to slack at Clementi instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went off around 10+pm cuz Farhanah can't go home late. ): Boring doh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reached home, &amp;amp; webcammed with Mirul. Heh. Cute nak mampus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 September 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Absent myself from school . One of the reason was that I couldn't wake up cuz I slept late the previous night. Was having fun webcamming. Heh :P Another reason was I'm not feeling well. Been sneezing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After awhile, I had sore throat. It stings real bad. I know I'm gonna have fever soon. My predictions were right after all. At first, it was only 38.0..Then it rise to 39.2. Then, 39.5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Visit the doctor and had 3 days mc. I'm stressed up now cuz I'll be missing loads of lessons. And exams just next 2 weeks! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hizam was sick too. Haha! Jiwa ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-6311946544595060292?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/6311946544595060292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/high-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6311946544595060292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/6311946544595060292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/high-fever.html' title='High Fever.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-630268567732417821</id><published>2009-09-21T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:08:03.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/P9120191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 798px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/P9120191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning yesterday. I actually forgot that fasting month was over. Silly me. So went to the kitchen and ate lontong. After that, bathe &amp;amp; waited for sister to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Got myself ready and then its time for asking for forgiveness..... Its a tradition. Before it even hits my turn, my tears are already building up. As usual, my heart was racing. When I sat in front of mum, I reminisce bout all the sins I've made to her. I held her hands tight as I apologize for all my wrongdoings. And her replies really touched my heart. I'm glad mum is still here with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then as I proceed to dad, I thought about all the times I've been screaming at him. But his patience was incredible, lie no other. No one was able to tolerate as much as him. Like mum, I ask for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"You're growing older.. Change your attitude. Don't wait for&lt;br /&gt;hari raya and ask for forgiveness" - dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After the tear-jerking moments, took pictures and went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First house was Datuk's @ Teck Whye. And it was my first time meeting my dad's big brother. Look so much alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After that, we proceeded to my grandma's house. It was crowded so I sat with Dhit in the room. Busy taking photos, smsing. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;k lazy to elaborate already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Photos, click &lt;a href="http://raya09-photos.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hizam surprised me with a call last night. Using his private number, as always. First few calls, he kept quiet. Very irritating ah! So I asked, "are you mute?" haha. But the third or fourth call, he answered. Ah! Happy gila you~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;k bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-630268567732417821?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/630268567732417821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/woke-up-early-in-morning-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/630268567732417821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/630268567732417821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/woke-up-early-in-morning-yesterday.html' title='First Day Of Raya!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5645487772378999978</id><published>2009-09-19T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:40:19.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human barks, too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had a tiff with this jerk last night. Didn't know this type of human still exist. &lt;em&gt;Tak sedar diri&lt;/em&gt;. No life asshole. Pity you.... Get a life and mind your own business k? Your mouth is fucken filthy. Reckon you wash your mouth with a cup of detergent. &amp;amp; your brains, too. Wash it with clorox. So its as clean as unused tissue. :)&lt;em&gt; Dah lama hidup. mati tanak&lt;/em&gt;. Stupid dog. woof woof~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BOO! Such a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway.......................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Selamat hari raya maaf zahir &amp;amp; batin to all! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baby's at KL now ): miss him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5645487772378999978?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5645487772378999978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/human-barks-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5645487772378999978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5645487772378999978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/human-barks-too.html' title='Human barks, too?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-5005005521363885434</id><published>2009-09-18T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:35:52.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain, go away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 septembet 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Had geog paper 2. Ends at 9.30am. Went home straight. It was pouring, on the way home. What luck. Reached home, bathe &amp;amp; went out around 12.30pm. Text bro &amp;amp; ask him to help me buy a pack of ciggerattes. Then took 51 to jurong and MRT all the way to pasir ris. Reached Pasir ris at around 1.45pm. Took cab to Singlap secondary to fetch Hizam. I swear it was the first time ever, to fetch my boyfriend infront of school. It was bit weird. Haha. Neway, Hizam was my first boyfriend who stayed at east. Really at the opposite ends k! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't know why but I was smiling to myself while waiting for him. haha! But all I know was that I miss that pig alot. More than two weeks never meet k. Can die. So, met him and bussed to his house. Quite long journey. Waited for him at his void deck while he went home to change. Sat at this void deck &amp;amp; planned on where to head next. Then he suggested we go to the place where he usually hang out. Slacked all the way. k lazy to elaborate already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reached home at around 12.30am &amp;amp; don't know why I sent him this 11 msg long text. It felt as if my mind did the typing. This fingers were only obeying my mind. But all I know was that I was afraid of losing him ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Strange as it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 september 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Absent myself from school today.. Wasn't feeling that well. Had fever of 38.1. Prolly cuz of the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It rained since morning. I hate the wet weather. Makes me feel all lonely &amp;amp; emotional. Cuz the only thing I was looking forward to was his hug to keep me warm &amp;amp; a cup of hot chocolate. )': But obviously, thats not gonna happen. Not now. Prolly in near future, I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tomorrow's our 2nd month. But he's going KL till sunday or monday. Not able to meet him till (hopefully!) 2nd october, if both of us got nothing on. Then it will be the first time we study together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hari Raya's coming in two days time. But too bad, this year my family &amp;amp; I are not gonna celebrate it. But ofcuz, f0r sure, we have to go to my grandparent's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No new clothes, No new paint, No house cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N level's in 2 weeks time. PANIC PANIC! no? actually I don't really feel panic. Prolly cuz I know I'm going private if I fail. But hopefully, I'll past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't wait to work, dye my hair, indulge myself on new clothes, spend time with Hizam! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;baby, Imma pamper you like no one else could, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;k bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-5005005521363885434?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/5005005521363885434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5005005521363885434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/5005005521363885434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain, go away.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1041292337569081747</id><published>2009-09-16T16:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:28:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F the wall? F the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss my squirrel ): I'm always late for &lt;em&gt;sahur&lt;/em&gt; now. Cuz my squirrel always calls me at 4am to wake me up. My personal wake up call. But guess now is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today, I screwed up my maths p2 &amp;amp; bio. Though I did try to study yesterday but nothing can get into my head. I don't know why I was able to study for SS but not other subs. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And yesterday was fucking embarrassing. Okay, there's 3 papers of which we only need to submit 2. The OTAS sheet &amp;amp; paper 4. Silly me, I submitted the OTAS &amp;amp; paper 3 (which is actually the mcq question). Lucky my teacher reminded us to check. So, stood up and went to the front. Everyone was laughing at me. FTW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow's geog paper 2. Lets just hope I can absorb as many things as I can. *cross finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't wait to spend time with him tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday's gonna be 2nd month but too bad, he's going m'sia ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Almost 2 months together, still going strong. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1041292337569081747?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1041292337569081747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-wall-f-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1041292337569081747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1041292337569081747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/f-wall-f-world.html' title='F the wall? F the world?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-4922360674865527780</id><published>2009-09-14T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:43:01.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress?</title><content type='html'>fuckyoumotherfuckermoronassholeidiotsonofabitch.&lt;br /&gt;What are you trynna do? jeopardize my life? stupid asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that aside. Maths &amp; History prelim today was challenging. This is the consequence I had to face for not revising the previous day. I sat for the examanation, unprepared. During the break after maths paper 1, I tried to study for History. I did my best but nothing can get into my head. I guess I wasn't putting much effort. Probably cuz I know prelim isn't counted in N levels. After this prelims, I'm gonna study like hell. Cuz I wanna make my bf proud. For you, I will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hizam. I can't wait to meet him this Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, eventho we hardly meet now, my feelings for you is still strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-4922360674865527780?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/4922360674865527780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4922360674865527780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/4922360674865527780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/stress.html' title='Stress?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-784701828204608274</id><published>2009-09-13T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:41:46.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/collection01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://candycoatedt.livejournal.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;GO GO GO VISIT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thanks gf for being the model! I had fun making you up and taking photos~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-784701828204608274?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/784701828204608274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/784701828204608274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/784701828204608274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-423246267082256665</id><published>2009-09-11T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:44:42.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Been going out and burning a hole in my pocket lately. Guess I've become a spendthrift. I've to start saving, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haider &amp;amp; Hidhir's in camp now. Hope they're doing fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today's plan gonna postpone to tomorrow. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talked to dad awhile ago bout my plans for next year if I fail my N. Told him I die die wanna go private school instead of ITE. No ITE for me please. Thanks dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I miss boyfriend so much! Can't wait to meet him next thursday &amp;amp; friday. 8 more days to 19. But too bad he've to go malaysia. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After my n levels, I'll dedicate my time to you. After N levels, its only gonna be family, friends, work &amp;amp; you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyway, there's too much pictures to upload. If you have facebook, go check 'em out. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-423246267082256665?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/423246267082256665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/423246267082256665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/423246267082256665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8392219167377280987</id><published>2009-09-11T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T03:04:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on, boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To my dearest ex, Hidhir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sorry I can't return your feelings. You deserve someone better. I truly love my boyfriend. And I wanna be with him till the end. I know you've waited over four years. But you gotta move on. Its time you find someone new. Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8392219167377280987?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8392219167377280987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/move-on-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8392219167377280987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8392219167377280987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/move-on-boy.html' title='Move on, boy.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2097265364271492452</id><published>2009-09-08T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:04:21.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight!</title><content type='html'>Won't be updating much now. Busy as hell. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow. Gonna break fast with fellow schoolmates at Zam Zam. And thursday will be out with cousin &amp; yan. Gonna accompany him go shopping at town. Friday, gf gonna come home and we'll be doing some photoshoots. It will be a surprise. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be prelims. till 17 September. Friday will be outing with friends again. Break fast with gf and most prolly the clementi people with few of my schoolmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY BUSY BUSY! After that, gonna study so hard for N levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FUCKEN CAN'T WAIT FOR 13 OCTOBER!!!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;Time gonna fly so fast. 19's next week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2097265364271492452?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2097265364271492452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2097265364271492452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2097265364271492452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/tight.html' title='Tight!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2764287184469198923</id><published>2009-09-06T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:04:04.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GEYLANG WITH FRIENDS AND COUSIN WAS SUPER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 623px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIKE SHIT! HAHAHHA. SO HEAVY!!!!!! D: cacat! 4 legs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 531px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 799px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e366/reena_manja/DSC_0455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2764287184469198923?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2764287184469198923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2764287184469198923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2764287184469198923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/photos.html' title='photos.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-2932446771744078467</id><published>2009-09-05T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:15:38.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Supposingly today's plan is cancelled. I was upset at first. Cuz it supposed to be my last day to enjoy before my major examinations. But Yan &amp;amp; Aman insist I go with them. They wouldn't let me emo at home. haha! thanks ah :D So, yeah, after class, gonna meet them at jurong east around 6 and off to geylang to break fast. Can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gonna meet my dear cousin later. Gonna take 45643719401 pictures later. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hope today's weather is fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh and I'm dissapointed. Baby not going to geylang later. That means I can't meet him. And I won't be able to meet him till after n levels which is fucken 1 month later.. 13 october. WHAT THE FUCK )': I wanna die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-2932446771744078467?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/2932446771744078467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2932446771744078467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/2932446771744078467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun.html' title='Fun?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3066542359611359423</id><published>2009-09-04T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:35:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round &amp; Round.</title><content type='html'>I feel childish after reading back my previous post. I haven't been talking to mum eversince. Been three days now. I miss calling 'mama'. I haven't been eating properly either. Dad was worried. As I laid on my bed, sobbing, dad came to check on me again. For the second time. He have been witnessing me crying for the past two days now. He knows how I feel. and he wants me to be patient, just like him. Endure, endure and endure. Thinking back, I wonder...since when have I become so vulnerable? Crying everytime even for the smallest thing. I ain't that strong like how I used to be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness. Something that everybody deserves, no matter how bad he or she is. Even if he or she had done a great sin, I think he or she still deserve to be happy. We live only once after all. At times, it keeps me wondering.. Why do some people despice people who did something bad previously, being happy? I am no exception. Have to admit that sometimes, looking at bastards or traitors who puts on a smile and laughing out loud disgusts me. But why do I feel this way? I don't even know. But when I really think bout it, putting myself in his or her shoes, and seeing everybody turned their back at me, ignoring me, is lonely. Therefore, this is the reason why I forgive people easily eventho he or she had bruised me badly. Because I know, everything happens for a reason. I have done the wrong things myself. I know partially how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N levels next week. I'm studying like crazy. I've put aside anything else. Not all but most.&lt;br /&gt;Half of the prelims result are out. Looking at it made me shiver. Just the 3 subs, I got 10 points. 5 for English, 1 for Mother Tongue and 4 for Social Studies. This is only the prelims. What bout N levels next week? If I scored 10 in the 3 subjects, I'll need just 9 points to pass. To proceed to sec 5. But I don't think I wanna proceed to sec 5. I rather take O level as a private candidate and pay a tutor to teach me. Its much better this way because the tutor only focus on one person rather than a class which have at most 30 students in it. Oh I don't know ): What I know is that I don't wanna go ITE. Not cuz ITE means 'its the end' to me. No, not the end... but I just fear the influence I'm gonna get. Knowing myself, I know I won't be able to cope with it. ): Urgh, its driving me crazy. Baby, help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3066542359611359423?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3066542359611359423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3066542359611359423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3066542359611359423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/round-round.html' title='Round &amp; Round.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-1815200051859772700</id><published>2009-09-01T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:46:06.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!</title><content type='html'>Recently my family have become irritating. Been tolerating eversince I don't know when. Urgh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum already know that I haven't eaten since just now.. For sure no energy what. I only had a slice of bread in the morning, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat keep meowing for can food. Mum asked me to go down and get some. Its raining lah btw! urgh. Go ask brother lah. :( Everytime me. me me me. OH yeah... My bro's SLEEPING inside his bedroom. Don't want to wake him up.... Cuz he's fasting. THEN WHAT ABOUT ME?!?! Then just because of this stupid cat, you wanna scold me? Saying sarcastic things? Involving my friends? My friends got nothing to do with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND why are you shouting like as if the cat understands you? irritating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now brother wanna pretend giving sympathy to the cat. GO AND BUY YOURSELF THEN. That cat's not mine. its yours! mind you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-1815200051859772700?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/1815200051859772700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1815200051859772700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/1815200051859772700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn.html' title='DAMN!'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3889225981029773229</id><published>2009-08-31T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:52:51.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty?</title><content type='html'>I need a break from reality. Its killing me. I'm living life just like any typical human now. Wake up, eat, bathe, school, home, sleep, study, eat, bathe, sleep. Its like a fixed cycle. And it bore me to hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday is my last chance to hang out with my friends and have fun. After that, my days gonna be jam packed with school. Study study study. I fucken need to pass my n level. Actually, truth is, I don't even know why I wanna pass so badly..knowing that I don't wanna continue to sec 5. But if I DO have the chance, I might reconsider. :/ I really don't know which path shall I take.. ITE? Shatec? Private? or continue to sec 5. Thinking bout all this makes me stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is that I'm gonna find a job after my last paper with my girl and if I could, I'd work every day. And when I get that pay, Imma go shopping and spoil myself with new clothes, make ups etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid. Why am I so afraid of losing you? Truth is, I'm jealous with your girl-friends. I know I shouldn't feel this way but I'm just afraid you'd become just like those bastards I've met previously. Honestly, I'm just afraid to get hurt. I know I should trust &amp; believe in you.... but really, I don't know. Its just my natural habit. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove me wrong. I don't wanna hear just words. I wanna see actions cuz they say action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw girl, I guess we're the last one standing. We've vowed to stay together no matter what right? Thanks girlfriend. Our friendship won't last till only secondary school but it will last till we're old, right? We've went through alot of ups and down. I can't wait till we're on our adulthood. haha. Your child's gonna be a bibir! :P neway gf.....I wonder who's gonna be my husband in future. Sigh ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3889225981029773229?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3889225981029773229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3889225981029773229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3889225981029773229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty.html' title='Empty?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-8049009846966524615</id><published>2009-08-30T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T06:00:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has changed.</title><content type='html'>reminincing the past have become my hobby lately. Honestly, I miss the past. I don't even have an answer to that. My life's moderately good now so why do I even have to think bout the past? I don't know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people reminding me such stuff like going to bed early, eat properly, go to school etc etc. Eventho at times I rebel, I still like the feeling. Weird, but its how I like it. Probably cuz it makes me feel like a kid again, being loved and pampered. Now no one is doing that to me. No one had even asked me how was school and stuff. Not even mum or dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are just busy with their stuff now. And I can do nothing but just accept the fact and put up a smile so I wouldn't worry anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whenever people thinks that I'm fine, it bothers me. No, I ain't asking for sympathy. Probably typing all this, people would come and suck it up to me, trying their best to say what I need to hear. But that wouldn't work on me. Cuz what I know is that things will return the same like now after few days or maybe weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was to feel secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-8049009846966524615?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/8049009846966524615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8049009846966524615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/8049009846966524615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-has-changed.html' title='Time has changed.'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4033966921493401662.post-3386366660447550672</id><published>2009-08-26T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:57:37.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>Now life only revolves around my family, my close relative, my 2 great friends and my boyfriend. Other than my family and close relative, the three people are the ones whom I always share my problems with. Especially my girl. The only person who knows me inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks girlfriend for being there WHENEVER I needed someone. You're like a real sister to me, part of my family. I don't know what life would be without you. Eventhough you're irritating at times, deep down, you're a warm hearted girl. You know exactly how to wake me up to reality. You saved me lots of time when I'm drowned in the problems I had to face, struggling myself to keep afloat. You listened to all my problems. You gave me advices. Thank you girl. I don't know how else to repay you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetheart for cheering me up whenever I'm down. Thanks for listening to my problems too. I know at times I'm irritating but thanks for being patient with me. I've learnt alot from you &amp; mira. You guys are my pillar of strength; my true friends. After 16 years, I'm glad to finally have a few really GOOD friends I can count on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hizam, thanks for being a good boyfriend. You have been patient with me. I can see. Thanks for being understanding too. I love you so much, even words are not enough to express my feelings. Moments with you are like magic. Like fireworks in the night sky. Wonderful, magical, beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won't be updating much nowadays. And if you happen to see me online, don't bother chatting cuz I'll be away from keyboard most of the time. N levels just round the corner. I have to focus now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm glad to see my results improving now :D well I hope I can maintain till after N levels. And when N level finishes, Imma party till I drop. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4033966921493401662-3386366660447550672?l=love-sexmagix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/feeds/3386366660447550672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3386366660447550672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4033966921493401662/posts/default/3386366660447550672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://love-sexmagix.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Reena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15646820387219279445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
