<?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-21765436</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:55:46.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hahas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21765436.post-115886622492191521</id><published>2006-09-22T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T03:17:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guess i'll be leaving this blog for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;i've really cooped up at work and im stating school today.&lt;br /&gt;so boys and girls... BYE.&lt;br /&gt;and my tagboard is killing me! its not working damnit.&lt;br /&gt;well, just a recent update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-angkongsiao [aka lamb chops] and i are doing fine thank you [to those who are concerned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-justin and i are goodbye forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-been catching up with the girls at cityhall.[ real good. thanks.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im still using my cool 6510..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- still loving casada and fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now.. lots of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115886622492191521?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115886622492191521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115886622492191521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115886622492191521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115886622492191521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/09/guess-ill-be-leaving-this-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115765192440795968</id><published>2006-09-08T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:58:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all, im back from china.&lt;br /&gt;it was fruitful but i must add, im never going going back.  &lt;br /&gt;thanks but no thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115765192440795968?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115765192440795968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115765192440795968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115765192440795968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115765192440795968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-all-im-back-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115667031469032141</id><published>2006-08-27T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T17:18:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deep down, i loved you the most.and i cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch up with my friends and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget about the boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something else other than work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget about the boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go on a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget about the boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to let veneta,carrie kirstin and nadia know that i miss them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget about the boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! im going to china next friday!&lt;br /&gt;yummy.but then again, &lt;br /&gt;how can china be fun? what is there to do there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115667031469032141?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115667031469032141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115667031469032141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115667031469032141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115667031469032141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-down-i-loved-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115609656496063048</id><published>2006-08-21T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T01:56:04.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired. yet i've so little time to do my assignments. im gonna get so screwed ..god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115609656496063048?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115609656496063048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115609656496063048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115609656496063048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115609656496063048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115570818780964530</id><published>2006-08-16T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:03:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss my girls.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; working is overtaking my life. can you imagine if i work full time?i wont have time to sleep! i wont get to see mummy ...but in any case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carrie: lets club club soon!&lt;br /&gt;kirstin: fly safely pls. i wanna see you!&lt;br /&gt;veneta:good luck for your exams.stay over soon? need some math tuition?&lt;br /&gt;nadia: AHYA. i see you the most.but still,girl.take care of yourself.have school girl sex soon pls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115570818780964530?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115570818780964530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115570818780964530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115570818780964530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115570818780964530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-miss-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115492731668793596</id><published>2006-08-07T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:08:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shoot my cupid out of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Break off his wings and ask him just why&lt;br /&gt;He played such a sick joke on the fool that is me&lt;br /&gt;And curse me with this sickness&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my heart disease. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115492731668793596?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115492731668793596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115492731668793596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115492731668793596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115492731668793596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/08/shoot-my-cupid-out-of-sky-break-off.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115359310280555543</id><published>2006-07-23T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:31:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday's a good day.&lt;br /&gt;nice weather&lt;br /&gt;good music&lt;br /&gt;good drinks&lt;br /&gt;crazy girls&lt;br /&gt;HOT, let me repeat hot...hot boys.&lt;br /&gt;bad boys, st pats boy, super eurasian surnames... i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115359310280555543?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115359310280555543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115359310280555543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115359310280555543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115359310280555543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/fridays-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115323033003817454</id><published>2006-07-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:45:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;they ask me &lt;br /&gt;"tingsy, why do you dream all the time? whats always on your mind?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, there's so much. i dont believe in trust,because everyone comes and goes, they leave and break your trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stopped believing in love, cos everybody changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115323033003817454?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115323033003817454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115323033003817454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115323033003817454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115323033003817454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-ask-me-tingsy-why-do-you-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115278285535379546</id><published>2006-07-13T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:27:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I miss you the moment you walk away.&lt;br /&gt;And not a minute of my day goes by,&lt;br /&gt;without the thought of you close behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115278285535379546?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115278285535379546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115278285535379546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115278285535379546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115278285535379546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-miss-you-moment-you-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115264308234662104</id><published>2006-07-12T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:38:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, when i read people's blog..&lt;br /&gt;i feel more pathetic than i already am&lt;br /&gt;they have so many people to care, to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure i do have friends but its the certain people i want to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;and i always dont get the people i need &lt;br /&gt;you know why i dont trust in everlasting love or marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because no one has proven to me it can be done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115264308234662104?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115264308234662104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115264308234662104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115264308234662104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115264308234662104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-when-i-read-peoples-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115262127035738602</id><published>2006-07-11T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:35:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i imagine myself being dead and lying in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;with my face heavily made up,&lt;em&gt;will there be wrinkles and crowfeet on my face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will i be wearing? black clothes? black shoes? &lt;br /&gt;what if it was an accident and my arm came off? wouldnt i be looking worst? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, while thinking about such things.. i feel like in a trance mood. with my eyes open, looking at friends and family giving their respects, placing their white rose on the glass above me. will they dare to look at me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that im particulary 'dark' natured to think about such things.but have you wondered what it would feel like? how was it like to be lifeless,dead and people sobbing for you. and i meant everyone sobbing for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it prick you, thinking they're upset and you left them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you cannot avoid such human - death matters. it will come to you soon or later if your fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon my white coffin,&lt;br /&gt;if anything should happen,&lt;br /&gt;i will keep watch on everyone,&lt;br /&gt;hope they're safe. &lt;br /&gt;and pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY,FOR THOSE WHO HAVENT BOUGHT ANYTHING FOR ME.. YOU CAN GET A GOLDEN RETRIEVER FOR ME. THANKS. SEND TO MY HOUSE OK!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115262127035738602?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115262127035738602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115262127035738602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115262127035738602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115262127035738602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/sometimes-i-imagine-myself-being-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115236246933630126</id><published>2006-07-08T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:41:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;your happy then im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: have you ever thought about me the way i think about you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115236246933630126?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115236246933630126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115236246933630126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115236246933630126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115236246933630126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115220604572487339</id><published>2006-07-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:15:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;someone's not being kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;god's being unfair&lt;br /&gt;carrie doesnt love me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chris:i sell damien to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dino: there's a secret i need you to know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jiaa: your the best in the world. my superstar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;santino: i miss you. have fun in army! yay! dez is finally mine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im turning crooked ! just to let all you to know, girls rock! and i found the perfect partner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115220604572487339?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115220604572487339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115220604572487339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115220604572487339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115220604572487339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115212576103181136</id><published>2006-07-06T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:56:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;for this birthday, &lt;br /&gt;all i wish &lt;br /&gt;is to get&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;outta of this &lt;br /&gt;bloody,motherfucking mess that is uncalled for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115212576103181136?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115212576103181136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115212576103181136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115212576103181136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115212576103181136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-this-birthday-all-i-wish-is-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115192723479323164</id><published>2006-07-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:47:14.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115192723479323164?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115192723479323164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115192723479323164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115192723479323164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115192723479323164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hopes-are-so-high-that-your-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115151625544872692</id><published>2006-06-29T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:37:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im a closet ah lian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115151625544872692?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115151625544872692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115151625544872692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115151625544872692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115151625544872692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-closet-ah-lian.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115140847680010618</id><published>2006-06-27T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:47:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lately, i've been hearing things about myself saying im not like before, not as crazy,not as talkative and outgoing. to a certain extent, its so true.i find myself so quiet, even if at the back of my mind im screaming at you, i dont voice it out. unlike afew months ago-whatever thats on my mind, i voice and probably thats why i often get into trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i want to save on that trouble now,but its just that when im quiet im either daydreaming or thinking about things. well, god did give us a pair of ears and one mouth. reason being for us to listen more than to speak.something's happening to me, im so quiet,so shy,so laid back,so uncool. i wonder what's happening. well, im looking forward to a wild night soon. for me to unleash myself back again and be happy.oh yeah. im hell depressed. over everything.thinking why the hell did i not take my own life,why didnt i slit myself deeper years back,why didnt i just jump down at the ledge , is it because at that point there was still something to live for? or is it because i couldnt bear to leave my loved ones?life is indeed so unpredictable and imaginable. one year ago ME , and the now ME is so different. i had so much love to give, so many emotions to show, so many expressions i cant wait to tell,so many stories to exhibit. why the change you might ask,probably its one night of misery that transformed me.its the one night, i wanted to die , the one night of questions , one night of love that died.&lt;br /&gt;that one night, i told myself not to give my self away, not to be used by others . i told myself, that no one is this fucking world loves you completely. and that love is bullshit. theres no one you could actually trust.i dont know how couples can actually get married and live together forever? like, for those of your parents that are still happily together.. how do they manage to maintain that lovey dovey relationship? is it because they have kids so they must always think for them and not abandon each other so hastily like young couples do? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is there some kind of magic working? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not some EMO kid that wants to die now, but its time of my life where i start thinking why this, why that. im glad now for who i am and what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sweet madness, glorious sadness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115140847680010618?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115140847680010618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115140847680010618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115140847680010618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115140847680010618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/lately-ive-been-hearing-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115132085823347077</id><published>2006-06-26T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:20:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do what you do best.&lt;br /&gt;kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;then leave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115132085823347077?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115132085823347077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115132085823347077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115132085823347077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115132085823347077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-what-you-do-best.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115131980903558011</id><published>2006-06-26T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:03:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i will never ever ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115131980903558011?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115131980903558011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115131980903558011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115131980903558011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115131980903558011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-will-never-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115109287821802723</id><published>2006-06-24T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T04:01:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from work. its like bloody 4am in the morning. and with blisters covering my foot ! can you imagine how tired i am? walau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a project to do and its like " why is parental involvement important in a child's developement?" its so dumb lah. and i've to fill in like 1800 words. like oh noooooooooooooo. hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going for the svdp's concert at CJC at 730pm . anyone going? see me there. i miss my friends lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115109287821802723?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115109287821802723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115109287821802723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115109287821802723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115109287821802723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115100406164743286</id><published>2006-06-23T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T03:26:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I visited the House of Condom at the basement of Lucky Plaza in Orchard Road. i remember being there the last time with kirstin,carrie and huajia. yes u read me right, &lt;strong&gt;HUAJIA.&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, back to the topic, while we were there, mr armstrong messaged me like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"why did you girls bring an innocent huajia to the naughty place?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god. where are you? stop stalking me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i just walked passed lah. and saw all of you there .."&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;oh. all right.we're just a bunch of curious, harmless teenagers. just curious only."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yeah right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, i had an hour before work and far east was getting boring. i was just walking and house of condom always seems so interesting with young couples peeking in, philipino maids sitting opposite looking in and all the naughty couples heading in. so , for those of you who has never been there which you're so lying. here is what goes inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of people inspecting merchandise, mostly students or early 20s. Not touching anything - oh no, God forbid they interact with the products but just staring very hard at stuff. Slently, with their arms folded or resting at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the couples huddled in their respective corners conducting serious discussions (mint vs. strawberry, ribbed vs. studded - I can only imagine) in hushed tones. Occasionally a giggle or two would escape guiltily from them, only to be hastily shushed and instantly disowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i would make more trips there if the store was full of handsome, eligible men whom I could 'accidentally' brush up against. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is, i will &lt;strong&gt;miss&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115100406164743286?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115100406164743286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115100406164743286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115100406164743286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115100406164743286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-i-visited-house-of-condom-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115094998698281064</id><published>2006-06-22T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:19:46.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna go on a holiday! i've feeling so awful these days i just wanna get out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115094998698281064?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115094998698281064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115094998698281064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115094998698281064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115094998698281064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanna-go-on-holiday-ive-feeling-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115021062030574981</id><published>2006-06-13T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T23:32:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/52956feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/52956feb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its me and my boyfriend&lt;/em&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;i was waiting for you to tell me you were ready&lt;br /&gt;i know what to do, if only you would let me&lt;br /&gt;as long as your cool with it, i'll treat you right&lt;br /&gt;here is what you wanna be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115021062030574981?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115021062030574981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115021062030574981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115021062030574981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115021062030574981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-me-and-my-boyfriend-i-was-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-115010665073144406</id><published>2006-06-12T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:04:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've a problem with relationships.&lt;br /&gt;guys can commit but they get bored. &lt;br /&gt;they cant stick with you forever&lt;br /&gt;and girls cant keep them forever&lt;br /&gt;guys break your heart and make you cry&lt;br /&gt;they dont stay with you for long.&lt;br /&gt;be happy for now&lt;br /&gt;like folks always say 'treasure what you have at the moment'&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;strong&gt;what comes will go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-115010665073144406?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/115010665073144406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=115010665073144406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115010665073144406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/115010665073144406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-problem-with-relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114948939992973687</id><published>2006-06-05T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:36:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In your sweetest torment&lt;br /&gt;I am lost&lt;br /&gt;And we sense the danger&lt;br /&gt;But don't wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby , with you&lt;br /&gt;its heartache every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont wanna give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114948939992973687?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21765436.post-114943744232384272</id><published>2006-06-05T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:10:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i try to say goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;Try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not here&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and I choke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114943744232384272?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114943744232384272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114884297284443567?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114884297284443567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114884297284443567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114884297284443567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114884297284443567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-wont-you-kill-me-so-i-die-happy_29.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114884296842108583</id><published>2006-05-29T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T03:02:48.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So won't you kill me, so I die happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114884296842108583?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114884296842108583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>jeremy oh jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had fun last night.&lt;br /&gt;great to catch on where we left off.&lt;br /&gt;you've been good all the while&lt;br /&gt;marcus would like to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;and he asked for a &lt;em&gt;threesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, tell him to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lesbians are way cool and hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows anybody working at zara at marina sq?&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl there..&lt;br /&gt;she's so cute. damn good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seeing her is like going to heaven to taste strawberries!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114862128868334122?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114862128868334122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114862128868334122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114862128868334122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114862128868334122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/jeremy-oh-jeremy.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114845168417364371</id><published>2006-05-24T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:21:24.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so tired juggling work and school. and i wanna quit since there are like other places better. like higher pay, less men and smaller work area. each time after i work, my legs are like tofu . i walk so much .. back and forth.. after work i just wanna go back and hit the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyways.i miss my schoolmates. i wanna go back to school with my class!!!!!&lt;/strong&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with love is&lt;br /&gt;It can tear you up inside&lt;br /&gt;Make your heart believe a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, all that sweet talking isnt gonna work on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114845168417364371?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114845168417364371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114845168417364371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114845168417364371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114845168417364371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-tired-juggling-work-and-school.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114828368173287319</id><published>2006-05-22T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:00:28.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can block and unblock me&lt;br /&gt;let me know that you know im dating&lt;br /&gt;make it seems like imma bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but you know what sweets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i am. i wont deny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like what veneta says &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" its not like you treated me well when i was with you. so go and be sore all you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and marcus, yes all right. i'll take my chance to enjoy singlehood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114828368173287319?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114828368173287319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114828368173287319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114828368173287319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114828368173287319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-can-block-and-unblock-me-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114807125437449655</id><published>2006-05-20T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T04:40:54.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i just took this survey! freaky true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as an ENFP        &lt;br /&gt;(Extravert, Intuitive, Feeler, Perceiver)         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of this type tend to be: enthusiastic, talkative, and outgoing; clever, curious, and playful; deeply caring, sensitive, and gentle; highly innovative, creative, optimistic, and unique; adaptable and resourceful but sometimes disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to ENFPs is freedom to see possibilities, make connections, and be with a variety of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great careers for ENFPs          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few popular and often satisfying careers for people whose Personality Type is ENFP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertising account executive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career / outplacement counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management consultant &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developer of educational software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalist / magazine reporter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graphics designer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art director &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy writer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate team trainer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Residential housing director &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychologist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human resources profession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child welfare counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; How to Love an ENFP    &lt;/strong&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate my creativity, curiosity, and uniqueness. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me how much I mean to you and be patient with my need to process how I feel privately before sharing it with you. &lt;br /&gt;Re-establish harmony quickly. &lt;br /&gt;Support my need to try new experiences and maintain my many friendships. &lt;br /&gt;Try not force decisions too quickly, or bug me about being messy. &lt;br /&gt;Above all - encourage me to keep growing, changing, and experimenting with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to success lies in your ability to quickly size others up, and speak their language. Here are just a few clues for SpeedReading (understanding) and SpeedReaching (communicating with) ENFPs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Spot ENFPs: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high energy, friendly, and good natured &lt;br /&gt;imaginative, fun loving, and off beat &lt;br /&gt;curious; discussions shift quickly from one topic to another &lt;br /&gt;warm, concerned, and eager to help solve problems &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for Communicating with ENFPs: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on interesting and innovative possibilities and new ways of solving problems &lt;br /&gt;Don't overwhelm them with facts and details &lt;br /&gt;Keep things relaxed, warm and flexible &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;i think you should know me better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114807125437449655?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114807125437449655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114807125437449655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114807125437449655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114807125437449655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-took-this-survey-freaky-true.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114797981995169344</id><published>2006-05-19T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T03:16:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh please.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL ERASE ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING MEMORY OF YOU TOO,SEAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114797981995169344?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114797981995169344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114797981995169344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114797981995169344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114797981995169344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-please.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114766977863193007</id><published>2006-05-15T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T13:49:55.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i truly believe that these few staying at home days by myself has made me a better person.i learnt to appreciate the simplicity of life and everything that singapore has. cold/warm showers, safe drinking tap water, non corrupted officals ,technology and a non leaking roof above my head. marcus called me from batam, he had to move out from dino's kampung. firstly, because the tap water is milky. the shower water is cold and milky.and is horrifyingly creepy to stay there so they booked into  a hotel in the afternoon. its so rural, i dont think any of us will be able to survive there. &lt;em&gt;singaporeans grew up with such luxuries we're not even aware of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how stupid could I be&lt;br /&gt;a simpleton could see&lt;br /&gt;that you're no good for me&lt;br /&gt;but you're the only one I see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonnna stay home till i get bored .probably till wednesday or something, when they're back from batam with stories to gross me out and keep me away from batam.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sri lanka. i visited the website and the villas are like for princesses lahh.its like so grand. so shiok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114766977863193007?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114766977863193007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114766977863193007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114766977863193007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114766977863193007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-truly-believe-that-these-few-staying.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114758026446376162</id><published>2006-05-14T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:22:37.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="arial" color="#000000" size="9"&gt;HAPPYBIRTHDAY MARC!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy nineteen birthday!enjoy yourself in batam okay?the &lt;strong&gt;cheap&lt;/strong&gt; sex ,the cheap food,the rural life,the super cheap fags,the strip clubs,the freaking fast techno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy while it last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you'll never be &lt;strong&gt;sweet&lt;/strong&gt; nineteen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114758026446376162?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114758026446376162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114758026446376162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114758026446376162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114758026446376162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/happybirthday-marc-happy-nineteen.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114724124574296055</id><published>2006-05-10T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T14:07:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fly so high nearly reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then like my dreams they fade and die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune's always hiding I've looked everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-21765436.post-114717172299484322</id><published>2006-05-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:52:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;what were you doing in secondary school?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i hopped cca alot.i had abit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;2.i smoked in class.&lt;br /&gt;3.had sex with kirstin behind the ohp screen.&lt;br /&gt;4.i fell for lesbains.&lt;br /&gt;5.my desk was a showcase of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five of your favourite singers/bands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.blink 182&lt;br /&gt;2.cascada&lt;br /&gt;3.fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;4.H.I.M [his infernal majesty]&lt;br /&gt;5.beyonce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU WOULD DO IF YOU WERE A MILLIONAIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i would buy a pair of every breed of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;2.get a mansion at every part of the world and specific locations.&lt;br /&gt;3.purchase all the  &lt;em&gt; ferraris&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;rolls royce's &lt;/em&gt; and bentleys and mercs [slk].&lt;br /&gt;4.have a motherfucking hugeass garden for the rabbits to run about,and all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;5.stop animal abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five bad habits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.biting nails&lt;br /&gt;2.being clumsy&lt;br /&gt;3.being a tad too fucking vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;4.sometimes im violent.and i dont mean it. most of times i dont realise how much strength i use&lt;br /&gt;5.get too emotionally invovled in abit of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[naming five bad habits isnt enough.everyone knows i've far too many!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five things you like doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like to shop but which girl doesnt? &lt;br /&gt;2.i like to eat. i really do. i live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;3.i like loving people, knowing they'll treat me good.&lt;br /&gt;4.i like to laugh and be happy. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;5.i like to party. and i also like to fool around with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five things you'll never wear/buy or get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.bondage accessories because i'm not in to being strapped down&lt;br /&gt;2.i'll never buy those pasa malam earrings. &lt;br /&gt;3.will also never buy those [outside meridien ]fake vondutch stuff.they look really bad.&lt;br /&gt;4.those sillicon bra without straps. they look scary.&lt;br /&gt;5.never will get those silly tapered jeans. &lt;em&gt;i like skinny pants though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five favourite things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.my phone&lt;br /&gt;2.my moisteriser&lt;br /&gt;3.cookies&lt;br /&gt;4.skirts&lt;br /&gt;5.sexy heels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114717172299484322?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114717172299484322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114717172299484322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114717172299484322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114717172299484322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-were-you-doing-in-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114702110864653686</id><published>2006-05-08T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:36:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 thing im grateful for, and want for more this year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.friends&lt;br /&gt;2.good ol beer&lt;br /&gt;3.creator of toilets.&lt;br /&gt;4.good ventilated air, cold air. &lt;br /&gt;5.good music clubs&lt;br /&gt;6.people who bother reading my blog, to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;7.mummy, for buying me pretty colourful bras &lt;br /&gt;8.birthday parties&lt;br /&gt;9.love&lt;br /&gt;10. sean, for breaking me and making me stronger than what i am. im thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heartbreak is just another lesson to learn, my friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be sad.&lt;br /&gt;because im better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when my love for you was blind &lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't make you see it &lt;br /&gt;couldn't make you see it &lt;br /&gt;that I loved you more than you'll ever know &lt;br /&gt;and part of me died when I let you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im alive and kicking . &lt;br /&gt;back to fantastic loving&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;i dream, of another you &lt;br /&gt;a perfect you in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114702110864653686?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114702110864653686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114702110864653686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114702110864653686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114702110864653686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/10-thing-im-grateful-for-and-want-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114676294292497483</id><published>2006-05-05T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:10:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the law only says we cant be racist on our blogs,&lt;br /&gt;they didnt say we cant laugh at gays.&lt;br /&gt;hello my fellow friends. have a good laugh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.colinandkero.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two guys are a couple. they're gay and proud of it. only thing i respect about them is that they're able to take all the insults. i wouldnt be able to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think they're really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"boy sees boy, boy likes boy, boy have sex with boy, boy loves boy. =) "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau. damn sick lah&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;being a misfit in society isnt easy,&lt;br /&gt;but if the cockcroach survived, why cant i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114676294292497483?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114676294292497483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114676294292497483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114676294292497483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114676294292497483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/law-only-says-we-cant-be-racist-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114676190571395386</id><published>2006-05-05T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:58:25.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I can fly. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. &lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side. &lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static. &lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat so &lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go. &lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114676190571395386?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114676190571395386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114676190571395386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114676190571395386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114676190571395386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/cause-everytime-we-touch-i-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114667959293042716</id><published>2006-05-04T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:06:32.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello. &lt;br /&gt;im not depressed like all you think.&lt;br /&gt;im actually coping well. and proud of it. of course, big thanks to those who helped.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, im doing fine. and im starting to like the lifestyle without sean. see, think about the good points. &lt;br /&gt;- i can be myself&lt;br /&gt;- i dont have to seek his opinon in whatever i do&lt;br /&gt;- i can work where ever i like. [ he detest me working in bars] &lt;br /&gt;- wear whatever i like&lt;br /&gt;- have fun , as and when i like&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see. life is good right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114667959293042716?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114667959293042716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114667959293042716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114667959293042716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114667959293042716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114638216888509730</id><published>2006-04-30T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:29:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just read huajia's blog. &lt;br /&gt;i really miss you girl. and all the times we had. we used to be so close, people labeled us as lesbians. we could hold hand and go town together and not bother about stares. we wrote in the journal to 'hint' to the teacher to let us sit together. we talked on the phone till 3. we played candles under my bed . we did so many things together. there came a year, where everything disappeared. you had your friends and commitments, i needed my fun and friends . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i wanna say. i love you girl. and i always will.&lt;br /&gt;dont forget about us, because i never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114638216888509730?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114638216888509730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114638216888509730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114638216888509730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114638216888509730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-read-huajias-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114638180486657022</id><published>2006-04-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:23:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you once said, you'll love me forever. you'll make things work . you'll put in the effort. you will never break my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your asking, how can you do all these without me co-operating. i did. i put in so much motherfucking effort into the relationship.you want your space , fine. but i want my attention from you. yet, you never did bother to call, or msg first. im always the one, who starts calling and messaging. you said your love was fading, i wanted to do what we always did to let you know, i'll never forget. there were so much effort from me, yet you just didnt appreciate. you were unmoved. and now, even if im gonna date, i already feel so restless. so tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid to move on, thinking my new boyfriend will be saying all the sweet stuff, but they're just lies. do you know how afraid i am to get into a relationship, how hard it is for me when i with someone else and not to about you , how unknowingly i think the person next to me is you.how i imagined the person is you. and how horrid i feel to hurt the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to forgive and forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114638180486657022?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114638180486657022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114638180486657022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114638180486657022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114638180486657022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-once-said-youll-love-me-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114630171646510007</id><published>2006-04-29T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:08:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/takethelead_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/takethelead_bigposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch take the lead. its damn shiok lah. you'll be so infected with with music,dance and attitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a lazy saturday afternoon, i wanna stay home and eat some carl's junior. if only they had delivery :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114630171646510007?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114630171646510007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114630171646510007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114630171646510007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114630171646510007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/watch-take-lead.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114581565747435494</id><published>2006-04-24T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T02:08:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been six days already. each day, my friends try to occupy with with guys,clubs and booze. one thing im sure of is that, even if sean asks me back [which he wont]i dont think i will be with him. firstly, its gonna be weird.like for example, if he's like holding my hand,i'll be thinking about all the mean things he said.. and like , he wouldnt be loving me as before. so i wouldnt get back with him and anyway, he'll never want me back so i dont have to think so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want a break. i'll wanna go bali by myself and just let it all go there. im not thinking about a new relationship, its too soon. and i know the feeling of unrequitted love so i wont do that to anyone. give me time.i'll be a happy nut again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114581565747435494?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114581565747435494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114581565747435494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114581565747435494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114581565747435494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-six-days-already.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114559541761001209</id><published>2006-04-21T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:37:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been four days being single. and i really hate it.seriously. i think im too used to being attached and taken care of. now, even if i've to go and party and some one touches my ass , i'll be calling sean but before he picks up i'll hang up. mainly because. i dont think its still appropriate. and i want to see him but not under such circumstances. but i guess im also afraid like he wont bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walau. i'll be crying not because i got touched but because he just doesnt care lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. tomorrow my post will be better i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about what we once had together &lt;br /&gt;I know the reason is that our love was meant forever &lt;br /&gt;But now my life is shared with someone other than you &lt;br /&gt;But life is worthless if right beside me there is no you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when you first said I love you &lt;br /&gt;I can remember cause through me all my dreams had come true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Now I dont know why Im with him when love just aint true &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do know why Im always wishing that it was you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, when im alone I think of you &lt;/strong&gt;You are not my man, but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want to know is can I be with you tonight &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Praying you understand how I love you &lt;br /&gt;im trying, waiting to tell you how much I need you &lt;br /&gt;Boy I know I never said enough I love you &lt;br /&gt;but now I know my heart will never love no one but you baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive never stopped loving your kissing and hugging &lt;br /&gt;I still think of us when im all alone &lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to forget wishing your the one that im with &lt;br /&gt;Now im so full of regrets &lt;br /&gt;What do I do when I think of you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114559541761001209?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114559541761001209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114559541761001209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114559541761001209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114559541761001209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-four-days-being-single.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114550734795856458</id><published>2006-04-20T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T12:29:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sean could make me deliriously happy or crazy with anger quicker than anyone i've known. and when he smiled ,everything else disappeared and i could not help but smile back.when he was mmad or hurting or thinking or listening, his face was stoned.when he smiled , i felt like i was looking right into his soul. and when i made him smiled, i felt beautiful inside out.sometimes when he held me and my head was resting on his broad shoulder i felt that he could hear my darkest, deepest thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would try to concentrate on school,friends, family but it was no use. i would tell myself he wasnt the one for me, not the one i need. but with each passing day, i only wanted him more. i felt so out of control, so afraid and so excited. i would fall asleep thinking of his kisses and wake up in the morning with his magical words ringing in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instincts were in constant conflict, trust him. dont trust him. kiss him, dont kiss him. call him, dont call him. tell him how you feel, no that would scare him off.i would stare in his eyes, and think whether he realise how much control he had over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day, it all came crashing down. he decided to leave and i was hurt. it almost felt like, i couldnt see, i was helpless. desperate. and utterly pathetic. i wondered if he really did loved me. i had so many questions, and so much to tell him.it was like an alarm gone off too soon and now my dream is over.he's gone. and all that is left of what we shared was afew letters and memories.my heart cried out for him , losing someone who was everything to me hurts. it really hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned more from sean than any other guy.i hope when the time and strength come,i would be able to get over it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hello my friends. please do treasure someone when they're around. you have no idea how much it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sean: i hope your happy like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114550734795856458?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114550734795856458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114550734795856458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114550734795856458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114550734795856458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/sean-could-make-me-deliriously-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114538449462193789</id><published>2006-04-19T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:21:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already &lt;br /&gt;The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness &lt;br /&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted &lt;br /&gt;Webs from all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114538449462193789?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114538449462193789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114538449462193789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114538449462193789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114538449462193789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-already-voice-inside-my-head-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114520986774876634</id><published>2006-04-17T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T01:51:07.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114520986774876634?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114520986774876634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114520986774876634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114520986774876634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114520986774876634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114495303938557527</id><published>2006-04-14T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T02:31:09.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;when my love for you is blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more&lt;br /&gt;Than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;Part of me died&lt;br /&gt;When I let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114495303938557527?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114495303938557527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114495303938557527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114495303938557527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114495303938557527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/after-all-this-time-i-never-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114474979020711051</id><published>2006-04-11T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:03:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. i have so many stories to tell. lets start from the latest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met sean opposite BOWENSECONDARY to go to mac ritchie [if thats how ya spell] to fish.we were on the bus then sean had a unknown number call. so he picked it up like a normal kid, and the caller said she found a motorola V3I. [ thats my phone] if looked at me, but dismissed, then looked at me again because im always clumsy. so i thought i'll just check where my phone is, TADA. i lost it. so we went to amk interchange to get it back.i tell you. PREGNANT LADIES ARE THE BEST. SO DAMN HONEST. I GAVE A HUG AND A MILLION THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we carried on to the reservoir.sat down on the bench and while he was doing his hooks for fishing , i realise a monkey was looking at us. 'ohhh, so cute. so furry. so adorable' and i happily took a picture. then another came. i went on to looking at the canoe-ing boys. [ HAHA. pls dont tell sean] then the 1st monkey said ' OOOOHH. AHHHH.OH CHI OTO ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i thought it was only natural. then rustling of leaves in a fast hurried motion.im not kidding. 20 monkeys came. they SURROUNDed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they went to where i was sitting , took sean's toolbox ,spilled everything. took my CHIPS. sean took the rod, waved at them , hoping they'll go. BUT NO. more came. and they growled at us. like what the hell. i thought if i dont disturb them, they wont disturb me. i knew they were naughty , but not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean classify monkeys as DEVILISH.&lt;br /&gt;and hope they burn in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i so disturbed. why do they have to be that? goodness. okay im too tired to update more. muacks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; till again. have fun but practise safe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114474979020711051?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114474979020711051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114474979020711051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114474979020711051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114474979020711051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114340135615987591</id><published>2006-03-27T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T03:29:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/love%20is%20blind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/love%20is%20blind.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or is it not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114340135615987591?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114340135615987591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114340135615987591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114340135615987591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114340135615987591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114296014057560520</id><published>2006-03-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:55:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i think this is so true although it's so contradicting for me to put this up.but whatever the heck. oh ya. class gathering tomorrow. cant wait.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1. We're not as prvrtd as you think we all&lt;br /&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2. No matter what YOU say, your ex-&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend IS&lt;br /&gt;a LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3. We like you to give us hugs and kisses&lt;br /&gt;sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4. Don't argue with us when we call you&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5. Don't treat us like crap, what goes&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6. We know you're pretty, that's one of&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;reason's we're going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7. Don't go into detail about your period.&lt;br /&gt;It scares&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*8. If you have cramps and we ask you&lt;br /&gt;what's&lt;br /&gt;wrong, just tell us it's that time of the month&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9. If you really liked us for us, you would&lt;br /&gt;let us&lt;br /&gt;think that our mustache, beard, or&lt;br /&gt;sideburns&lt;br /&gt;looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10. We never shave our legs. So get over&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*11. NEVER ask us if you can put makeup&lt;br /&gt;on us.&lt;br /&gt;It's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*12. Don't make bets about us, because&lt;br /&gt;one of&lt;br /&gt;your friends will tell us, if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*13. When we tell you that you're not fat,&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*14. We absolutely do not care about the&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, 98 Degrees,B5,&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;what any other guy looks like for that&lt;br /&gt;matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15. We may not be able to pee accurately&lt;br /&gt;all of&lt;br /&gt;the time, but at least we can stand up and&lt;br /&gt;go pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*16. Just cause you think you're always&lt;br /&gt;right,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean that you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;apologize&lt;br /&gt;when you do something "wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*17. You expect us to say and do sweet&lt;br /&gt;things for&lt;br /&gt;you, but it would be nice if you did the&lt;br /&gt;same every&lt;br /&gt;once in a while. We like to know that you&lt;br /&gt;love us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*18. We can't always be spontaneous, so&lt;br /&gt;try to&lt;br /&gt;help us make the plans sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*19. Don't ask us to beat up another guy&lt;br /&gt;for you,&lt;br /&gt;cause you might get what you wish for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 20. Never kick us in the nuts "just to see&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;we would say". That's just mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*21. Never pretend like you are going to&lt;br /&gt;break up&lt;br /&gt;with us and laugh when we believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*22. Pamela Anderson's breasts aren't fake&lt;br /&gt;anymore, but we like yours better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*23. Size doesn't matter, except to idiots&lt;br /&gt;who don't&lt;br /&gt;want a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*24. PMS is not an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*25. If you want us to put the seat down&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;we're done, you should put it up when&lt;br /&gt;you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*26 Don't tell us how cute your ex-&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend was.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't turn us on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*27. And always remember: The way to a&lt;br /&gt;guys&lt;br /&gt;heart is through his stomach..... and&lt;br /&gt;maybe....oh&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*28. NEVER ask us to kiss other guys. You&lt;br /&gt;might&lt;br /&gt;be that comfy with your friends, but to us&lt;br /&gt;it's just&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*29. We always notice how funny it is after&lt;br /&gt;your rip&lt;br /&gt;out our heart,&lt;br /&gt;stick it down our throat and still want to be&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*30. And last but not least: We know&lt;br /&gt;you're not&lt;br /&gt;always right, but we'll pretend like you are&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girls, this is so true but i just dont want to admit. hahas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114296014057560520?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114296014057560520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114296014057560520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114296014057560520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114296014057560520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-this-is-so-true-although-its.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114287978894942735</id><published>2006-03-21T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T02:38:02.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/photosss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/photosss.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish you could be here , by my side , singing my favourite lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114287978894942735?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114287978894942735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114287978894942735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114287978894942735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114287978894942735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-you-could-be-here-by-my-side.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114267614713338911</id><published>2006-03-18T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:02:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Close my eyes when I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;And I dream of angels who make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel better when I hear them say&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be wonderful someday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114267614713338911?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114267614713338911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114267614713338911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114267614713338911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114267614713338911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/close-my-eyes-when-i-go-to-bed-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114252839850121318</id><published>2006-03-17T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:59:58.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/minicelebs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/minicelebs.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you cannot identify them all in this photo, from left to right, top to bottom: Kelis (though I think she looks like Lauren Hill), Gwen Stefani, Lil Jon, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Missy Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this creepy or cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114252839850121318?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114252839850121318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114252839850121318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114252839850121318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114252839850121318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-case-you-cannot-identify-them-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114235854661331312</id><published>2006-03-15T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T01:49:06.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:&lt;br /&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a romantic person by nature. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyyway, i drew a house on some web site , and the comments are above. though, i thnk 50-50 is true, and the other is not. try it! there's a pig too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:i didnt upload my house and pig cause its simply awful!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114235854661331312?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114235854661331312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114235854661331312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114235854661331312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114235854661331312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/03/based-on-your-drawing-and-10-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114097699194259418</id><published>2006-02-27T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T02:06:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive got so many questions for you&lt;br /&gt;but Im sick of asking&lt;br /&gt;Ive got so much tears for you&lt;br /&gt;but Im sick of crying&lt;br /&gt;Ive got so much feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos Im sick of falling&lt;br /&gt;When theres no one there to hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant leave &lt;br /&gt;im too dependant already&lt;br /&gt;i will die &lt;br /&gt;why is that when we are so close to a year&lt;br /&gt;but we still cry to bed so often?&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid if we go on , then break &lt;br /&gt;what will become of me?&lt;br /&gt;but if we dont break,im so sick of crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114097699194259418?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114097699194259418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114097699194259418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114097699194259418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114097699194259418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-got-so-many-questions-for-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114060166211070894</id><published>2006-02-22T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:47:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without a doubt, &lt;br /&gt;this blog celebrates sex. &lt;br /&gt;But it also celebrates life. &lt;br /&gt;And it will continue to do so. &lt;br /&gt;It is my way of resisting the black hole of depression,loneliness and apathy&lt;br /&gt;things that must have plagued me since i was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shag, therefore I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to you , i wish all mad sex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114060166211070894?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114060166211070894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114060166211070894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114060166211070894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114060166211070894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/without-doubt-this-blog-celebrates-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-114053630246938398</id><published>2006-02-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:38:22.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really abhore schools.</title><content type='html'>Put a dog in the same room with a bone. Tell him firmly he is not supposed to touch the bone. Lock the door. Observe the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he goes over to the bone and gives it a suspicious sniff. He walks back to his corner and contemplates. Seems just like a normal bone. He sits. He waits. He then goes over and gives the bone a tentative lick. Immediately he springs back, cautious that he has done something his owner has expressly forbidden him to do. He surveys the room. No one seems to have noticed. He sits. He waits. He assesses the situation with his canine faculties – he seems to have gotten away with his last little infraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then walks over to the bone and circles it warily, still relatively alert should his owner suddenly appear. Finally, he can stand it no longer. He settles on his haunches and starts gnawing away at the bone. As time passes though, he grows careless. Soon he is lying flat on his stomach, ravishing the bone with his jaws, sucking the marrow to his heart’s content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, he even attempts to shag the bone. And the bone is experiencing new parts of the dog that no bone has ever experienced before. It is in the middle of our dog’s pleasuring, when you choose to walk back into the room. Guilt and shame overwhelm the dog. His tail hangs between his legs and he refuses to make eye contact. He sits. He waits. You make no move to forgive him. And the dog rationalizes to himself that it was you who created the situation and put him in the same room as the bone anyway. It’s your fault. Offence is the best defense. He denies all knowledge of the bone. Instead, he snarls and barks and threatens to pounce on you if you don’t go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This experiment may work on other domesticated mammals. (But hey,its year of the Dog at that, so I’m just being festive.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-114053630246938398?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/114053630246938398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=114053630246938398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114053630246938398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/114053630246938398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-really-abhore-schools.html' title='i really abhore schools.'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113994874416402007</id><published>2006-02-15T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:30:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/batman-.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 451px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/batman-.0.jpg" width="678" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy valentine's day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;see! even robin and batman are kissing on this day.why dont you make some love too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113994874416402007?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113994874416402007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113994874416402007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113994874416402007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113994874416402007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-daysee-even-robin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113976492050271111</id><published>2006-02-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:24:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tomorrow's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;valentine day&lt;/span&gt; and i decided to be nice to only think of 3 presents to receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;note: this entry is only applied for for SEAN and any good looking males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;others need not apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, its tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/engagement_tiffany_ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/engagement_tiffany_ring.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;secondly, its only a ring from tiffany's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[which i think IS very reasonable.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/slk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/slk.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last, just a simple SLK will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think im one of those 'very easy to maintain girl'. its not like im asking for HOUSES. these are only accessories. i can make do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WAIT TILL MARRIAGE. i'll ask you for a ZOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113976492050271111?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113976492050271111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113976492050271111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113976492050271111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113976492050271111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/tomorrows-valentine-day-and-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113950389049590677</id><published>2006-02-10T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:51:30.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i pray the hardest tonight.</title><content type='html'>I swear to one of the many Gods out there that I am sure im gonna commit sui-fucking-freaking-cide later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;the o levels results are out on friday,10 of february, 2.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, its today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything about it now can i? i tel myself, theres no use worrying.theres nothing i can do about it but thinking how bad i did for prelims, how i didnt put 110 per cent of effort i already feel like popping pills to die.how can i be happy tomorrow. i know for sure, and i mean for sure im gonna cry, die , and you. are gonna attend my funeral. seriously, i already know where to go, i've already plan which poly, which courses, and IF i dont fufill my own requirements, you can see me being posessed, jumping down the school,with a pool of blood outta my mouth, with a crushed face,broken limbs and this that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. im gonna try speaking sensibly, OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHAT AM I GONNA DO WHEN I RECEIVE MY RESULTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im register number FOUR.and what am i gonna do? im gonna hide it. and pretend everythings all right.tell me please. where can i go , if i dont do well. i know there are alternatives, but i dont like them at all. dont a single bit. please, i promise i'll be good forever. please just give me sweet results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've no mood for writing already.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight .&lt;br /&gt;[ps: this might the last entry ever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;with lots of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113950389049590677?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113950389049590677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113950389049590677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113950389049590677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113950389049590677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-i-pray-hardest-tonight.html' title='and i pray the hardest tonight.'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113941935580594445</id><published>2006-02-09T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T02:16:04.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god. friday's my results. i really wouldnt know what to do if i cant do well. i've already decided where to go and all. now, all i need is GOOD results. im not asking for a freaking 8 points or what. all i need is a decent number. please. if not, your sure to catch me jumping down the school,drowning in bath, over dose of sleeping pills. please, GOD. i beg you to give me what i need. you've a 'near to death' patient here. i will die any second . pleaaaaaassseeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of god. here guys, have fun talking to god here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/"&gt;http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i think it's kinda cute the way..&lt;br /&gt;you poison my coffee just a little each day..&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the way that you laughed..&lt;br /&gt;when you pushed me down that elevator shaft..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113941935580594445?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113941935580594445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113941935580594445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113941935580594445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113941935580594445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113933363918565025</id><published>2006-02-08T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T01:33:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are very many things&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i've lost my way&lt;br /&gt;and I've lost my words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113933363918565025?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113933363918565025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113933363918565025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113933363918565025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113933363918565025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-are-very-many-things-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113904115776392024</id><published>2006-02-04T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:29:05.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it normal ?</title><content type='html'>Its alright for manwhores to play the field...in fact its "cool", ego boosting...bla. But its never alright for a woman. That is irony. The modern day saying, the Casanova, plays to his heart's content and rather than disdain from his peers, he receives praise and respect. Most of us who have been in and out of relationships know that almost all men have difficulty keeping their dicks in their pants. After the first few weeks, or months of the honeymoon period, the roving eyes of your boyfriend never fails to spot that sexpot that walked past. And of course, most women do find it annoying that while her lover is having a conversation with her, his eyes are wandering elsewhere. The more accepting and open-minded girls accept this trait of men, and some even partake in it by commenting on the attributes of the attractive passer-by. It seems like polygamous inclinations never left the male genes. Its been passed on, and the result is the breakdown of many marriages, swinging couples, open relationships, one-night stands and affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you look back in history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a common double standard of society&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy gets all the glory the more he can score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a &lt;strong&gt;whore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113904115776392024?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113904115776392024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113904115776392024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113904115776392024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113904115776392024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-is-it-normal.html' title='why is it normal ?'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113898520230762306</id><published>2006-02-04T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T00:57:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year. well, BELATED i mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy birthday crystal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i am so dying to go out. its a friday night and im home? i wanna catch a movie/club/drink/ANYTHING. god, please send someone to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are wondering why sean is not available to do that i'll tell you. [since im so bored, i wouldnt mind a long entry] he has a habit of doing his assignments last minute so yesterday he didnt sleep at all [ as in seriously.. &lt;strong&gt;the whole night&lt;/strong&gt;!] to rush for his assignment and as a result, he is sleeping now. and i usually spend my fridays with him doing &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited every one for new year except his mom mainly because seeing his mom for the 1st time means its another step deeper into the relationship and not that i dont want to .. its just that our relationship hasnt been exactly stable enough to do that. if i visit her, it'll make this relationship seem so all right WHEN ITS NOT. and i would only want to see her when i feel &lt;strong&gt;safe and sound&lt;/strong&gt; in this relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113898520230762306?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113898520230762306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113898520230762306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113898520230762306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113898520230762306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-new-year-well-belated-i-mean.html' title='happy new year. well, BELATED i mean.'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113881151139149463</id><published>2006-02-02T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:31:51.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch me at.. FURKIDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello guys. i just got my sim card today so please do me a favour and send me all your numbers! muacks. i'll be working today at the pet shop [ beside longhouse] from 1130 to 830 so all those who loves me, please please visit me. muacks. meanwhile here are some photos for you. as you can see, sean OBVIOUSLY detests taking photos with me too [ look at his god damned face] and he finds &lt;strong&gt;BIG boobs . &lt;/strong&gt;that idiot asshole. but nevertheless, i've NATHAN to kiss! hahas. and i finally saw gina and caryn that day. man, it was a great night no matter how much love sean portrays. hahas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113881151139149463?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113881151139149463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113881151139149463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113881151139149463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113881151139149463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/catch-me-at-furkids.html' title='catch me at.. FURKIDS!'/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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-21765436.post-113873040087107296</id><published>2006-02-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:19:16.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/200/IMGP0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/IMGP0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/IMGP9635.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP9640.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/IMGP0015.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/IMGP0012.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/1600/IMGP0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6292/2204/320/IMGP0011.jpg" width="196" 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;dont ask why i make a face when i take photos with him. anyway, crystal left that day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21765436-113873040087107296?l=sexualactions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/feeds/113873040087107296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21765436&amp;postID=113873040087107296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113873040087107296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21765436/posts/default/113873040087107296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sexualactions.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-ask-why-i-make-face-when-i-take.html' title=''/><author><name>tingsie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17407674037162482530</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
