<?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-2535601864801634091</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:37:23.887-07:00</updated><category term='S'/><title type='text'>Snow.</title><subtitle type='html'>Too soon to call it love, but i wanted to.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1401452843774931095</id><published>2010-02-23T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:05:33.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I’M NO LONGER USING MYSPACE. ACCOUNT DELETED. Whoever created a new account with my name or some shit. It’s not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1401452843774931095?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1401452843774931095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-no-longer-using-myspace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1401452843774931095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1401452843774931095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-no-longer-using-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6439667007556788197</id><published>2010-01-27T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:56:52.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I re-bloged. AGAIN. So sue me. Please relink me. Sorry ah. =_='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deartasya.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://deartasya.wordpress.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6439667007556788197?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6439667007556788197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-re-bloged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6439667007556788197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6439667007556788197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-re-bloged.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8157186109945347117</id><published>2010-01-26T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:12:26.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't force myself to stop loving you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia. I don't know why they call it heartbreak, my whole body is borken too. It takes away your PROPER insanity. I think my attempt on writing another post is gonna be a failure. It's not like anyone's reading pun. Last few days has been so horrible. Horibble that i actually puked a few times. I didn't even eat but i deffinetly slept, A LOT. I'm tired of staying up for no reason anymore, for the obvious reasons - talking to someone who I barely knew. Sigh. My vision's getting worst, and my eyes are swallen. I meant it about my vision, i can't focus. I need my glasses 24/7. It was alright before but when i think too much, i can't see shit. I don't know why i'm so upset ? It's not like he was mine to began with anyway ? right ? No. Argh fuck you. You're not helping me. ): Yes you. ( mind me, i'm talking to myself ) All you think about is him him him ? What about yourself ? Have you ever considered about your feelings? No. Aren't you hurt at all ? Yes. WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE. So stop being an emo cow. Move on. Big deal ? It's 2010 for God's sake. Move the fucking on. Shit i'm going insane. I don't fucking trust boys anymore. No actually, i've said this a couple of times before but NO gatai merela. Lol. Try repeating merela like 20 times, it wont make sense in your head. Seriously it wont. What's happening to me? :( Days of useless crying and almost feeling dead. And for what? For someone who threw away your trust ? Despite of what he did, I still love him.  I put so much faith in you, but you threw it away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not excited to come home, I don't even care if I don't. No I do la, a bit. I miss Penang. I never regreted loving you, and I will continue doing so as long as I can. I'm born an idiot, so ? Is it my fault that I happen to forgive someone so easily ? Yes. I'm not asking you, sharrap. Argggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh. Serabut sial. Help. Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't drink, Don't drink, Don't drink, Don't drink, Don't drink, Don't drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were everything that I wanted, everything that was so wrong but so right for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah screw me. Who cares if I even die ? don't say you do. Please don't. Cause from now on, I know you don't mean it. But I'm still a cow to love you. FUCK SAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8157186109945347117?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8157186109945347117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-you-werent-mine-to-began-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8157186109945347117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8157186109945347117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-you-werent-mine-to-began-with.html' title='I can&apos;t force myself to stop loving you.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3217494414857473943</id><published>2010-01-09T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:46:15.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missy Higgins - Don't Need A Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for calling me aaaaaaallll the way from Msia. :) Mahal do. 4 hours on the phone , and I still can't get enough of you. :D awww baby I love it when I can hear you breathe otp. :) Gives me goosebumps. Hehehe. Oh and how you can come up with random lullabies xD Sorry for not responding and how I acted earlier, you know I get paranoid easily right? :/, besides I don't say anything is because I just love listening to you mumble. ALONE. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3217494414857473943?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3217494414857473943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/missy-higgins-dont-need-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3217494414857473943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3217494414857473943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/missy-higgins-dont-need-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-711889864468460700</id><published>2010-01-06T03:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:30:59.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GYM ! Gila babi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-711889864468460700?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/711889864468460700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/gym-gila-babi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/711889864468460700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/711889864468460700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/gym-gila-babi.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5967708274188106304</id><published>2010-01-06T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:23:24.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no clue what's wrong with these bitches nowadays, get over yourself loser. Tak puas hati punya pasal la bodo, not my problem. Go fuck yourself if it makes you better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5967708274188106304?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5967708274188106304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-no-clue-whats-wrong-with-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5967708274188106304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5967708274188106304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-no-clue-whats-wrong-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8812839670020928142</id><published>2010-01-05T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:22:58.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tesco diets.</title><content type='html'>1. Olive oil: Although rich in heart-healthy monounsaturated fats and healthier than butter and margarine, olive oil is still … oil. More is not better, especially if you’re watching your weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honey: Sigh... how many times I have heard, "it's natural," as a reason for eating something sweet. It may be natural, but it's still sugar. There's not enough redeeming nutritional value to make it "healthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Juice: Orange juice. Apple juice. Cranberry juice. To me, juice is the quickest way to gain weight I know. It takes less than a minute for most people to drink 150 calories. Gulp. Gulp again. Watch your thighs expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brown bread: Too vague. Think it’s healthy just because it says “brown”? It’s not. Only wholewheat counts or wholegrain - any other type has the fibre and germ and all the good nutrition removed in processing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Milk: Whole milk, that is. The old dietary guidelines recommended dairy, at least three servings a day. They didn’t differentiate between semi-skimmed and skimmed milk, and the whole milk dairy that contains quite a bit of diet busting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheese: Many people think that if you don’t eat meat, then you can eat cheese for your protein source. This is another quick way to overweight. Cheese, especially full-fat cheese, is full of saturated fat and calories. Compare 30 grams of whole milk mozzarella (80 calories/6 grams of fat/4 grams saturated fat) to 30 grams of turkey breast (30 calories/less than 1 gram of total fat). Treat cheese with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wine: It is now widely accepted that wine and alcohol in general may have some health benefits, but they end at one drink per day for women and two for men. Drink more than that, and the benefits are wiped out by increased risk for disease and addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fish: Most fish are very healthful - low in saturated fat and a good source of protein. But some fish are less-than-healthful in this country and world-wide because of environmental contamination. It's sad but true. Some of the fish that contain omega-3 fatty acids, like tuna, swordfish, king mackerel and tilefish, also are risky because they may be high in mercury. Farmed salmon is less healthy than wild salmon; fish caught in local waters may be contaminated with PCPs, so check with your local fish and game advisories. Good choices include fin fish like wild salmon, sole, flounder, bass and snapper. Shellfish is a good choice, as are canned sardines and mackerel; marlin, swrodfish and shark are the ones that might be high in mercury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Low-fat: Just because a biscuit is “low-fat” doesn’t mean it’s healthier than the original version. In fact, low-fat biscuits contain MORE calories than the original because the manufacturer increases the sugar to make up for the flavour and texture lost with the fat. Have a biscuit if you want one. ONE is the operative word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chicken: Chicken is a very lean meat ONLY if you remove the skin and don’t fry it. I laugh when people tell me that they’re eating healthier when they go to a fast-food restaurant for a chicken burger. If they choose the Crispy Chicken sandwich at McDonald’s, for example, they get 500 calories and 23 grams of fat; compared to a plain hamburger that only has 260 calories and 9 grams of fat... almost half!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8812839670020928142?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8812839670020928142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/tesco-diets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8812839670020928142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8812839670020928142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/tesco-diets.html' title='Tesco diets.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1862768278896949605</id><published>2010-01-04T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:38:38.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back to school , I miss my bitches. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basingstoke, England.  -6&lt;br /&gt;Current: Fog&lt;br /&gt;Wind: N at 6 km/h&lt;br /&gt;Humidity: 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambik hang, nak apa lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1862768278896949605?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1862768278896949605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school-i-miss-my-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1862768278896949605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1862768278896949605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-school-i-miss-my-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7823885480821236208</id><published>2009-12-30T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:09:57.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>A new year in a different country. So bizarre. 16 years old, wow. The last time I thought about being 16 was when I first started secondary. Thinking how long it'll take. And now here I am, remembering my first time out of Primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been fast, and deffinetly memorable. I met amazing people this year, made some mistakes but I've learned a lot out of this experience. I wont be listing down my new year's resolution. I don't want to have one. :) I'm just gonna go with life , and see what will happen. Having a resolution will only make me regret from not doing it. Lol. Yeah, I'm pretty sad that I'm not home. Spending New Years with my close friends and family. Although this probably is a good thing. But nothing beats home. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cassandra Aarol Theseira.&lt;/span&gt; :) You are really one of a kind babe. I miss you loads, words can't even describe how thankful I am to have you in my life. All I know is, that I'm blessed to have a bestfriend like you. And again, thank you. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ahmad Nadhir.&lt;/span&gt; Youuuu are just grr. I regret not knowing you before. But still, everything happens for a reason. (: I just wanna say that, whatever happens you know i'm still your Star. :) Forever and Always. Thank you for making me believe again. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And oh, Happy New Years everyone. :) Bless you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps: In case I hadn't mention your name.. I'm sorry. But these two people are the ones that made my year complete. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7823885480821236208?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7823885480821236208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7823885480821236208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7823885480821236208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8773658976395507132</id><published>2009-12-23T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:49:47.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that when it's not the school holidays, my bed felt much well-off. And now that it is, i couldn't even sleep in it. My head is twisted utterly, i can't make decisions and i have no clue what to do now. I feel almost nonchalant at the moment, the moment that I just needed a hoop out of this botch. I'm so lifeless that i can't even be bothered to sleep. I need a proper slap, like a well whack. I managed to get out yesterday, the weather is also still very rubbish and i thought hell, staying at home is making me worst. So i decided to walk to town, alone. As usual. Everything I do is either with no one, or by myself. Wait, that pretty much have the same meaning ain't it? Hmm. I miss home, and I miss talking to you. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8773658976395507132?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8773658976395507132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/kismet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8773658976395507132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8773658976395507132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/kismet.html' title='Kismet.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5015454415777780601</id><published>2009-12-23T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:25:23.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS NOT ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/510860597"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/510860597&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5015454415777780601?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5015454415777780601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-not-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5015454415777780601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5015454415777780601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-not-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3693381379969096751</id><published>2009-12-22T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:29:42.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIH.</title><content type='html'>I'M UP PEOPLEEE! It's 6:24am here, and I'm already up. Amazing. I can't sleep the whole night, for the obvious reasons. Sane woke up and she was going to Manchester like, now.. and got shocked cause i'm up too. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Sane: Wooah, why are you up so early?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No idea, can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sane: Can't sleep? Ahhh, I know why. It's because of that boy ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Rofl. Okay you're not laughing.. er yea. Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Sane: Tsk tsk. You need to clear your head woman. You can't be like this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know.. I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih, go hug a tree. Makes you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Bye-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3693381379969096751?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3693381379969096751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/haih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3693381379969096751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3693381379969096751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/haih.html' title='HAIH.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2731930068926181271</id><published>2009-12-21T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:57:45.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's love, hold on tight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly I'm better off lonely, promises are just pretends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2731930068926181271?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2731930068926181271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-love-hold-on-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2731930068926181271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2731930068926181271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-its-love-hold-on-tight.html' title='If it&apos;s love, hold on tight.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7382800568947188069</id><published>2009-12-17T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:18:56.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing that someone 7000 miles away who you haven't even met actually care for you and your feelings also for just being yourself. Seems to be making my day. It's like giving you a reason not to give up, or somehow to belief on something that you thought you'd lost. I'm sure hell that I'm thankful, to have that kind of person in my life. That's like him. Or should I be worried that I'm actually falling for him, everyday. His my first thought when I wake up in the morning, and my last when I go to bed. The scariest thought is the question wether he feels the same way? That your heart skips a beat whenever you talk to him, that you smile whenever you think about the silly things he does when his around you, or ( cyber around ) :D And these questions keeps ligering on and on. The question that's stuck in almost every infuated teenager's head, does he feels the same way too? Or maybe that you're just so into him that you can't even realise that you're just making a fool out of yourself. What is this feeling? When he makes your heart flutter even by doing absolutely nothing, and gives you the usual stinging tears in your eyes when you thought about letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I've been where I am before, and this feeling didn't last. Even when I promised myself that it would but things changed. What if things changed now too ? I can't even bare thinking about it, but yet I'm writing it out. Lol. You know where there are times when it's just a lesson for us to learn? When that someone is a person who passes our life for us to learn out of? I'm scared that this is one of it. Even if it shatters hearts, it's probably worth it if i'm with you. I don't wanna restart my heart anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never listen to Lady Papa's song when writing something like this, it's just very very out of the mood. Noted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7382800568947188069?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7382800568947188069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/knowing-that-someone-7000-miles-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7382800568947188069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7382800568947188069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/knowing-that-someone-7000-miles-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-792672976556899670</id><published>2009-12-16T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:14:14.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert Pattinson's eyebrows are thick. Like caterpillars thick. I had to use fine pencils sketch the hairs and it took me forever. I'll be going to town today to get my lips pierced, and I'm going to see Paramore this Friday. But i'm not even excited. I don't feel how i felt a few weeks ago. Maybe because it's already here, probably. I don't know. I don't even know what to feel now. I just need to crawl up in my bed and never wake up. But I don't wanna sleep either, I don't wanna dream. Sleeping and waking up in the morning is a nightmare. I need to clear my head, do a movie marathon ALONE, go starbucks and stuff myself with hot chocolate, or go to a 1 pound shop and finish all my money there. I'm probably only making sense when I talk to Freezy. His a fucking nice friend, but i'm always throwing my piss at him. I'm ignoring my feelings now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-792672976556899670?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/792672976556899670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/792672976556899670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/792672976556899670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartache.html' title='Heartache.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-242712116899710733</id><published>2009-12-15T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:04:20.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfied ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is just bare shitty now. My mom doesn't understands me, well that's always been that way. In fact she just made my life worst. She's always crticizing me and points out my flaws. Wtf? Is THAT what a mother should do? I don't even know what to say now. I can't be and won't be like your favorite son okay? So just get over it. Gosh. What is with parents nowadays? They tell us things that we shouldn't do when they are far worst. She said that I always don't do the dishes and stuff like that, padahal when she makan.. bersepah, tinggal sini, tinggal sana, atas meja, chocolate wrappers, SHE LA MAKAN. And she's judging ME? Sometimes thinking about it is suicidal. And guess what mom? I'm inherited by YOU. So it's basically your fault that i'm like this. I know you love me and only want the best of me, but the only thing you're doing it pushing me away. So congrats, that went well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babi la sakit hati sial. Dah la manusia kat skola buat hal, and now at home. It's like stuffing shit down my throat when I'm already treated like one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-242712116899710733?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/242712116899710733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/242712116899710733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/242712116899710733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/satisfied.html' title='Satisfied ?'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-200995012840229009</id><published>2009-12-15T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:34:02.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know how sick you make me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea how to start this post right now. I don't know wether I should be relieved that I finnaly found out who is actually my friend, or angry that someone who I thought was a friend isn't? Maybe i'm thinking to much, and then i'll just end up getting all pissy and cut off from everyone. I don't even know. What is wrong with people nowadays? Who am I to judge eh. I'm not perfect either. I can't act like it's not my fault and blame everything on someone else. But this time, I didn't do anything wrong, why do I always have to make things right? Why do I always feel that I have to give in eventhough they hurt my feelings first? why do I even give a shit? I can't say I have a good heart, but I can say i'm a good person. I don't think i'm worth to be anyone's anything. Cause this shit always happen, when you're nice to everyone they'll just shit on you. Regardless. I hate people telling me to relax, chill, sabar, what what. Shut up la, please. I have enough problem in my head. When you say that it makes me even wanna punch your face, because why? If you don't know how to console people then shut the fuck up. I'm not asking for advice, sometimes I just need someone to listen. And especially someone who don't even know me, you don't know how I feel, so just go away. I don't need anyone's symphaty. It's enough that i've been treated like shit , i'll ruin you. But I wont, cause you're not worth it. No one is worth my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand corrected, certain people do. Certain people who don't deserve getting my piss. People who actually care about me. So why do I even wanna think about this? When I have AWESOME people that I care for?  God help me. I'm always in denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-200995012840229009?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/200995012840229009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-know-how-sick-you-make-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/200995012840229009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/200995012840229009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-know-how-sick-you-make-me.html' title='You don&apos;t know how sick you make me.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1820355697173855264</id><published>2009-12-15T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:06:24.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week of school. No scratch that, tomorrow is my last day in school. :) Getting my lips pierced so I wont be going on Thursday.  Let alone Friday, it's a day off and it's PARAMORE BABY. :D Wembley is huge :O I have no clue where am I and Maya are going to be seated. Our seats on the tickets are different. :( In case you are wonderingggg, yes it's my free lesson. 2 hours. I have 6 portrait work to finish and i've only done 3 and a half. Plus, it's due tomorrow. It's either I don't go online after school and don't bloody sleep everytime i come back home.. then i'm good (Y) I can finish in time.. one portrait takes me just an HOUR. In fact, I can actually finish my portrait now. :/ But i'm super lazy. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a Fender guitar, idfk what type. I'll just assume it's electric. LOL. Freezy has the same one! Excluding the part that I can't play and he is super good at it. Bahh. He played Misery Business. Bahhhh again. I tried doing some chords on the guitar and I think it's MUCH EASIER compared to acoustic. It's more solid and easy to play.. Or maybe it's because I have the string majiggy thing over my shoulder, which makes it easier. HAHA. Bodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping Olly to win X-Factor. His is sooooo good. ): Joe's not bad tho,  his voice is utterly soothing and gives you goosebums. But we have soooo many artist that sing those kinds of songs and what not, LEONA LEWIS lagila. When Olly performed, it's fucking good that I can't even remember what he did x) Just wanna shake your ass. Seriously. :D Well, that's what I always do.. *shakes* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh the weather is TERRIBLE! It's TERRIBLE THAN IT SOUNDS. Gosh. When I was back in Malaysia my mum always tell me about the weather here and I'll just go ahh okay. It sounds really bad, but I  didn't actually FEEL it so I wouldn't know. Imagine walking 20mins to school outside of the ICE COLD weather lagi lagi la when you're not even used to it. No wait, imagine lowering your air cond down to it's lowest. 16 degrees right? And trying imagining 3 times as cold. Mhm. Can't even imagine. Gosh if only I could just get the weather in a bottle or some shit and post it back. D: And it's even gonna &lt;strong&gt;SNOW &lt;/strong&gt;this Thursday or prolly Friday. After I get back from London.. hell no i'm not going ANYWHERE. Staying at home. Well probably xD Me and Sanie's gonna go to Liquid on the 22nd. It's some club in town. Apparently on that day it's 16 aboves. Soo should be fun. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting our results for our mock exam today. AHHHHH. I'm only worried for Maths. And others I don't really care. Cause i know i did well. Maths is just fucked. I need a C GRADE!! So I can take up Physics A Levels in college next September. Oh and I loathe going to class anyway, me and Dan don't flirt you sexist bitch. WE TALK. About numbers and bloody grading intervals you shit. Plus, there's like soo many guys and girls who does that in class but yet you have to pick on us? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Go play with yourself, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;since you are THAT lifeless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seriously woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when I need you? Gosh. Now I feel I need to make an appointment to talk to you. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-sexual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1820355697173855264?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1820355697173855264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1820355697173855264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1820355697173855264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8728847440524177760</id><published>2009-12-13T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:43:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know you anymore.</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna go along, and see how far can you play with my feelings. :) 'Cause baby I already know, I already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Does water diet works? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-sexual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8728847440524177760?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8728847440524177760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8728847440524177760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8728847440524177760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-you-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t know you anymore.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-985122188200700413</id><published>2009-12-03T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T03:58:30.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had the best day of life. But yesterday wasn't one of it. I don't blame anyone really, it's just really unfair tbh. I really hope it doesn't happen again today. :/ Anyways, i'm going to the gym later but i can barely walk now. I'm really hungry and my feet hurts. I wanna go home but then again i dont. I found a new proxy but no one's online on msn. Life is just bare shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Smell you later.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-985122188200700413?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/985122188200700413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-had-best-day-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/985122188200700413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/985122188200700413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-had-best-day-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6012904637734524415</id><published>2009-12-02T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:29:22.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Dakota...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GOING UTTERLY INSANE ; COUNTING THE DAYS TO PARAMORE'S CONCERT. OHOHOHOH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYE-SEXUAL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SMELL YOU LATER.&lt;br /&gt;R.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="jumping Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/forever_forgotten123/Emoticons/emoticon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6012904637734524415?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6012904637734524415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohh-dakota.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6012904637734524415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6012904637734524415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohh-dakota.html' title='Ohh Dakota...'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f240/forever_forgotten123/Emoticons/th_emoticon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8730445617958014750</id><published>2009-12-02T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:15:15.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken.</title><content type='html'>Currently addicted to :  A Rocket To The Moon - Dakota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's crackalackin? ( HAHA AIDA! ) I have another 2 hours of free lesson today. Today wasn't as cold as yesterday.. I wore a complete suit today, but it wasn't as cold. Keemak. Oh well. Did i say the gym was making me gay-ier? I take back my words. :/ LOL. It was suchaaaa turn off semalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mylene ; Look.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Whaat.&lt;br /&gt;Mylene; Look at her. *points at a old lady.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you asking me to look at her ass?&lt;br /&gt;Mylene: Noo. Look what's she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Wtf? Is she singing?&lt;br /&gt;Mylene: Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ROFLMAFOLOL. Omg. I swear i thought it was the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Mylene: Haha. I think she's wearing a Mp3.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No she's not. Do you wanna go again? For half an hour then we can go home.&lt;br /&gt;Mylene: Yea ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i walked pass the old lady. She doesn't have a mp3 on, she's scracthing her ears and singing in a really high pitch. LOL. God. By the time we were done exercising, i couldn't walk home. My feet hurts twice as bad.. but this can NEVER be compared to Cheerleading. What i went through during Cheer practice was WHOLE body ache, bruises, cuts, muscle cramps, ankle sprain, lips getting torn ( not fully ) , finger's cracked. Gosh, I MISS IT. ); Oh well. I looked up at King's College in London, it has cheerleading there. WOOOOO. (Y) Kaykaykay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;Smell you later.&lt;br /&gt;Yours, R.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8730445617958014750?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8730445617958014750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8730445617958014750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8730445617958014750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/chicken.html' title='Chicken.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8953213090797334688</id><published>2009-12-01T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:59:05.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do in the cinema.</title><content type='html'>1. During the trailers, shout, Fast forward! Fast forward!&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear a very tall hat.&lt;br /&gt;3. When people come in late, say Orrrrrhhhh very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;4. During opening credits... point at a character and say loudly, "He dies at the end."&lt;br /&gt;5. After every gunshot, scream "take cover!" and hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;6. Use a laser pointer and point the beam at the screen, especially at characters private parts.&lt;br /&gt;7. Go tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk loudly at every kissing scene.&lt;br /&gt;8. Throw popcorn in the air and yell, "It's snowing! Its snowing!"&lt;br /&gt;9. Clap and cheer whenever one of the good guys gets killed.&lt;br /&gt;10. Urge everyone in the cinema to start a Mexican wave.&lt;br /&gt;11. During love scenes, say loudly in Mandarin, Ngggh! Bu yao, ma! (Dont!)&lt;br /&gt;12. During horror movies, keep singing the theme to Jaws (dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum)13. Sit on old people, pretending not to know they are there.&lt;br /&gt;14. Go to an afternoon screening. Go out of your way to sit next to the only other person in the cinema. Smile at him/her suggestively. (Recommended: waggle your eyebrows for added effect.)&lt;br /&gt;15. Repeat all dialogue ten seconds after it's said on screen.&lt;br /&gt;16. Bring in durians for your movie snack.&lt;br /&gt;17. Or bring in a bowl of noodle soup, and slurp it up loudly.&lt;br /&gt;18. During a sensitive scene, stand up and say loudly, I go shee-shee now, can?&lt;br /&gt;19. Eat the snacks of the person sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;20. Lick the person sitting next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I have to STOP posting these upp. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8953213090797334688?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8953213090797334688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-in-cinema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8953213090797334688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8953213090797334688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-in-cinema.html' title='Things to do in the cinema.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5322707536749496891</id><published>2009-12-01T01:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:45:09.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do in a public toilet. LMFAOROFLOL.</title><content type='html'>1. Comment "Pooh, who did that?"&lt;br /&gt;2. Compliment people on their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Introduce yourself "Hi, I'm the guy in the next stall..." to the person in the next stall and strike up a conversation "Did you know that farting is really very healthy...etc".&lt;br /&gt;4. Provide 'strenuous' grunting sound-effects.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask the person in the next stall if there's anything swimming in THEIR bowl...&lt;br /&gt;6. Discuss the pros and cons of laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;7. Scream " Oh my GOD! What the hell is THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;8. Simulate a drug deal.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pretend to fall in (with appropriate sound effects).&lt;br /&gt;10. Roll Easter Eggs under the doors.&lt;br /&gt;11. Start a sing-a-long.&lt;br /&gt;12. Act schizophrenically.&lt;br /&gt;13. Knock on the doors of occupied stalls and ask if there is anyone in there. If so, ask if they are busy....&lt;br /&gt;14. Masquerade as a door-to-door salesman.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ask loudly "When does the movie start?"&lt;br /&gt;16. Write 'nerdy' graffitti like "Please wash your hands. Thank you." or "Don't forget to wipe!"&lt;br /&gt;17. Kick in stall doors, camera in hand.&lt;br /&gt;18. Pour water over the stall door onto occupant.&lt;br /&gt;19. Say "Oops... missed" while swishing water out around the bowl and under the walls and door into other stalls.&lt;br /&gt;20. Fake an orgasm. (You don't actually have to fake it if you don't want to!)&lt;br /&gt;21. At night, yell "City Ordinance 11468; Power Consumption" and switch off the lights.&lt;br /&gt;22. Run around naked yelling "Where's the fish?"&lt;br /&gt;23. Collect a door charge.&lt;br /&gt;24. Ask "Is there a doctor in the house because my thingy's stuck in my fly?"&lt;br /&gt;25. Impersonate Elvis. (Be convincing.)&lt;br /&gt;26. Ask whether anyone can see your pet sewer rat/river python/axolotl.&lt;br /&gt;27. Write "Please use other end!" on the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;28. Put cling-film (Glad Wrap) over the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;29. Offer refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;30. Replace rolls of toilet paper with rolls of sand paper.&lt;br /&gt;31. Run in, yelling "Free Willy!"&lt;br /&gt;32. Charge admission.&lt;br /&gt;33. Electrify metal urinals.&lt;br /&gt;34. Leave a ladle in the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;35. One word: GOLDFISH.&lt;br /&gt;36. Make a jelly in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;37. Place a sign advertising "Driver's side airbags" as standard.&lt;br /&gt;38. Remove stall doors.&lt;br /&gt;39. Glue seat and cover down to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;40. Place signs warning of 24 hour video surveillance.&lt;br /&gt;41. Make stall doors lockable only from the OUTSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;42. Put itching powder on the toilet seats.&lt;br /&gt;43. Leave a fried egg floating in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;44. Replace soap in dispenser with custard or whip-cream.&lt;br /&gt;45. Completely soak the towel in the towel dispenser, or the paper towels if available.&lt;br /&gt;46. Make kitty litter trays that fit into toilet bowls. Install.&lt;br /&gt;47. Replace condoms in vending machine with tampons (or vice versa).&lt;br /&gt;48. In one stall, attach the toilet bowl to roof. (Advice for young players: Don't leave the water in while you do this....)&lt;br /&gt;49. Create a crime scene complete with police tape and chalk silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;50. Oh Yeah... and the last one... "SHIT".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5322707536749496891?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5322707536749496891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-in-public-toilet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5322707536749496891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5322707536749496891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do-in-public-toilet.html' title='Things to do in a public toilet. LMFAOROFLOL.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1772576687100965333</id><published>2009-12-01T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:26:37.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love is ultraviolet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates nowadays. But i'm sure no one's even reading, so i cba. I can't believe it's the 1st of Dec eyh? Woooo 17 days left to heaven (Y) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever been in a situation where someone randomly added you in Facebook then talks to you as if they know you since you came out from your mom's? Yeah. Well if you havent then let meh tell you how it is. So this guy right, added me in Facebook and i don't wanna be rude so i accepted it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was my exam week so i was listening to music a doing my arts project but i wasn't literally infront of the lappy. I was on Facebook chat but i wasn't there so he went " hey " for the first time. I cba so i ignored. Unless you're someone important then it's different la. Lagipun i was busy. If someone doesn't reply you, the least you can do is USE YOUR FUCKING COMMON SENSE kan? yeah. That's what i thought, but some people are bare idiots. The &lt;strong&gt;again &lt;/strong&gt;he went " hey. hi. hello. hey. why you so sombong laaa? " Ha. Ha. Ha. If i'm so sombong? Then why are you so gedik and keep on sending me msgs when YOU know i won't LAYAN you? besides. the only thing you people know what to ask is " wassup, how are you, how's life, watcha doing " And you think i'd leave whatever i'm doing so that i could go and shove my ass infront of my laptop and layan hang sorang jaa? Mau rilek skit. Pi balik rumah la. But not just that,  he can go and write on his wall " shes so sombonggg ( arghh i hate it ) " LOLOLOL. Wtf? You don't even know me, idiot. Boleh lagi after that, he msged me in Facebook saying shits and mentioning God's name. Wtf? His telling me things that i should've said to him. HAHAHAHA. " you could've said you're busy, not interested" blablabla bullshit. Ey go away la. Just go away. You're lucky enough i didn't write your name here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 08:48am now and yes i'm in school - free lesson - for two whole hours. :D The temperature is -2 degrees celcius. LOL. I was walking to school today and i thought it wasn't that cold.. but as soon as 5 mins passed i wanted to cry and run home. I swear. I forgot my gloves and my scarf. I only wore my HUGE coat that doesn't even keep me warm cause i took a big size. Keeemak. So whatever, i tried walking as fastttt as i can and i was thinking about how the hell can i avoid stepping on the muddy grass and the water that is ALWAYS ruining my B-E-A-UTIFUL shoe. haaaahaaa. =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then again, the temp was negative 2 wei. And yes, the tar road was full of ice. The grass that's always a pussy is covered with ice so it's like keras. The  water was STILL THERE. But there where blocks of ice all over it, and the water was lesser today. So *jumps like a retard*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think it's gonna snow this year.. but the weather forecast said it were. And it said TODAY was going to snow. Wtf. And yet it didn't. Pftchhsairew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OhOhOhhh. I went to the gym with Myleno. (Y) We went on the threadmill and some shit i don't even know how to use. LOL. I tried the vibrator thing ( please don't be dirty minded. ) that shakes your entire body. Was good, and tiring. I ran 20 mins straight then rested for a while, did some other shit then ran for another 20 mins. Was good exercise really. Thank God i didn't sign up for the mixed gym. I don't think i'll even work out. I reckon i'll faint most prolly. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't log in to proxy in school, cause dieorg ni pandai woo. Blocked all the proxy nets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the sea level is rising eh? Good good. 2012  prediction-ish world's gonna end what shit is coming true after all, but chilling la.. we're all gonna die anyway.. at least this time we're gonna die &lt;strong&gt;together D: &lt;/strong&gt; Should be fun. How the hell are they gonna suck the gases from the atmosphere? That'll be awesome to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and have you guys seen the latest lap top from Dell? Go check it out. It's like bapak cun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did i just talked about 3 different topics at the same toime? Oih. Cun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayla, i wanna read the newspaper and try to talk to the new polish guy. LOL. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1772576687100965333?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1772576687100965333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-love-is-ultraviolet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1772576687100965333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1772576687100965333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/your-love-is-ultraviolet.html' title='Your love is ultraviolet.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2386067679562295228</id><published>2009-11-18T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:16:17.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every Avenue - For Always, Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paraparaparanoid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nottingham? Am I in Nottingham? Eh agak pelik. Anywho. I haven't been blogging for a while now. Don't know why. Exam just started, but not everyday. I like having exams here, it's not tensed. : ) Seriously. Apart from Facebook. Facebook makes me stressed up evenmore. Because I tend to view someone's profile that I swore not to anymore. Even made a mental note to kill myself if I did. Haih. My room looks more like a room now, heh. I mean, that's because I bought a new guitarrrrrrr. Owee. Eventho for 5 years I only know how to play one song. Which is fucking sad. One, is because I can't be bothered to learn from the internet. Two, my dad was mumbling because I prefer Cheerleading and Guitar much more than going to school. ( that's because my school is a pussy. ) Three, I went to register for Guitar lessons but Papa didn't want to send me. That leaves me, with only Cheer to look forward to. Now that I'm in England. ( I can't believe I'm actually saying thissss! aha. ) I can only look forward to my Guitar because I don't join Cheerleading here. ( yet ) Tuning the Guitar took me 897645362 years. Seriously. My fingers were hurting and I almost gave up. But I managed anyways. Then I started to annoy my mum by struming the Guitar like I'm some wannabee Rockstar. Woohoo. And yeah, my friend plays Guitar too so I'm kindda playing with her. She teaches me stuff so that's fun. She played Everybody Hurts by R.E.M yesterday. Was AHMAZING. My heart beat was really slow and I almost died because I really loved the way she played. Haha. Told you I'm going gay. :D Nahh I'm kinddeng. Haha. I just don't fancy guys and girls. I'mm.. Don't really have a word for it really.. Oh no. I actually like someone. Which i totally blew our relationship now that he knows I like him. I. Am. Bare. Idiotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know what's wrong with me. I think. I've just been let down by A LOT of people and when I actually find someone who actually cared. Like ACTUALLY cared. Lol. I just go nuts. Maybe. Okay, now I just sound like a weirdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe it's because his someone I turn to when I feel like no one's there. Even though it takes a while to let it out. Lol. Wait, that's pretty much the same meaning right ? No. I don't knowwww. Ahh. No this is stupid. I am stupid. His right. It wouldn't last anyway. I mean. I screw up everything. Even know I'm screwing up our friendship. And I'm being fucking selfish. Why do people say selfish? No. I don't sell fish. Wtf am I saying? Oh God. Ok bye. Lol. Somebody kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yours, R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2386067679562295228?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2386067679562295228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-avenue-for-always-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2386067679562295228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2386067679562295228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-avenue-for-always-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8787398581442708367</id><published>2009-11-07T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T02:53:36.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="400" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_74"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=74"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="400" flashvars="key=74" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:480px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/74/the-landlord-from-will-ferrell-and-adam-ghost-panther-mckay" title="from Will Ferrell and Adam "&gt;The Landlord&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/will_ferrell"&gt;Will Ferrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scare me, you're an alcoholic.  hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8787398581442708367?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8787398581442708367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/landlord-from-will-ferrell-you-scare-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8787398581442708367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8787398581442708367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/landlord-from-will-ferrell-you-scare-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8344075272755218328</id><published>2009-11-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:25:33.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCtmbBuynI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ab6lUnW34x0/s1600-h/091029_124311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCtmbBuynI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ab6lUnW34x0/s320/091029_124311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006828818877042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretttyyy kann ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCtV2DJWyI/AAAAAAAAATI/_LDWGOKTlGU/s1600-h/12559_1176270161639_1074640494_30475251_3926087_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCtV2DJWyI/AAAAAAAAATI/_LDWGOKTlGU/s320/12559_1176270161639_1074640494_30475251_3926087_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006544014793506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia, saya, dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCstVckocI/AAAAAAAAAS4/l4fzbiwwztM/s1600-h/mthr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCstVckocI/AAAAAAAAAS4/l4fzbiwwztM/s320/mthr.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400005848068301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mtherfvcker to you too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8344075272755218328?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8344075272755218328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8344075272755218328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8344075272755218328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/random.html' title='RANDOM.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SvCtmbBuynI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ab6lUnW34x0/s72-c/091029_124311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4546448699640079495</id><published>2009-11-03T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T05:01:05.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AishaAmalinaZulkhairi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a special day , which happens to be my bestfriend's in the WORLD's Birthday. Aisha Amalina. I met this girl when I moved to Sri Garden in Kl. God she's amazing. Although it's only been 5 years, next year 6. But I feel that I've known her forever. She's just utterly awesome. There isn't any words in the dictionary that can decribe this girl. I just wanted to say , Happy 15th Birthday, another 365days to being 16. But enjoy it while you can sayanggg. I love you and i'm sorry i can't be there to hug you andddd dance and and shake our asses while listening to hindustan songss ('= I miss you. Andd take care okayy love. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;From your retarded bestfriend that you love :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4546448699640079495?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4546448699640079495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/aishaamalinazulkhairi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4546448699640079495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4546448699640079495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/aishaamalinazulkhairi.html' title='AishaAmalinaZulkhairi.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8185239131605329072</id><published>2009-11-03T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:52:37.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to : Cobra Starship - Guilty Pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired/Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the Library. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year 8 boy approached me like just 5 mins ago saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: see my goggles? *starts singing*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares&lt;br /&gt;Him: don't you like it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares.&lt;br /&gt;Him: What year are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yr11&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh am i too young for you then? I'm in year 8.&lt;br /&gt;Me: A bit young. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Him: awh man. do you have a boyf?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Him: why not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Oh. do you know my brother? _ _ _ _ ? he has a girlfriend. emo hair, tall guy. he wears a purple jacket.&lt;br /&gt;Me: U'huh.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Okay. but i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I loveeee these kiddos. I mean, the other day there wre year7 kids talking to me. Fucking hillarious. :D but oh well. I'm bored noww. BAAAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I could go into Facebook tadi through Sabina's phone. Updated some stuff anddd during PDL we had assembly. It was at the business center, they were talking about rememberance about the war and stuff. I swear i was dreaming, but i looked interested - just to show that i was concentrating -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started playing Everyone Hurts by R.E.M. , it was soo silent til my tummy growled. Hahahahaha. I swear it was soooo loud! God it was soo embarrasing. -__-'&lt;br /&gt;Reece kept on throwing pencils to me which was soo effin annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayla, i'm having a headache. F'king lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8185239131605329072?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8185239131605329072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-cobra-starship-guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8185239131605329072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8185239131605329072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/listening-to-cobra-starship-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-287285957332907006</id><published>2009-11-03T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T04:36:21.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFLMAOLOL.</title><content type='html'>1) Bring a camera, and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Move your desk into the elevator, and whenever someone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Lay down a Twister mat and ask people if they’d like to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Leave a box in a corner, and when someone gets on, ask if they hear something ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ask, “did you feel that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) When the doors close, announce to the others, “It’s okay, don’t panic. They’ll open up again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Swat at flies that don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Tell people that you can see their aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Call out, “GROUP HUG!” and enforce it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, “Shut up. All of you. Just Shut up!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Crack open your briefcase or purse and while peering inside, as “Got enough air in there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Stare at another passenger for awhile, then announce in horror, “You’re one of THEM,” and back away slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Wear a puppet on your hand, and use it to talk to the other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Stare grinning at another passenger for awhile, then announce “I have new socks on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk, and announce to the other passengers, “This is MY personal space!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) When there’s only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and pretend it wasn’t you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone, and ask if they know what floor you’re on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Hold the doors open, and say that you’re waiting for your friend. After awhile, let the doors close and say, “Hi Greg, how’s your day been?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Drop a pen, and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, and then scream “That’s mine!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-287285957332907006?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/287285957332907006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/roflmaolol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/287285957332907006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/287285957332907006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/11/roflmaolol.html' title='ROFLMAOLOL.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2811823139315664579</id><published>2009-10-31T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:54:09.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lstening to: Every Avenue - Between You and I&lt;br /&gt;Mood: akadjaMDOAUNAODM.    z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up really early almost everyday. And the worst part is sleeping, I don't wanna sleep cause I don't wanna dream. Sucks neyh.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through the papers today and i say 'learn to cheer' , err. Tbh, I don't wanna learn to cheer. I wanna join a freakin' squad. Although it will never be the same as Vivacious. I till love you guys ): I'm going to Popley this Wednesday, for a try out. I think. Or some stuff, I don't know what's gonna happen there. I'll just have to ask around. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I'm going to the dentist at 4pm today, Mylene's teman-ing me. I'm getting a bus to Southamp. Appoitment for braces or something. I'm not sure. Stupid la. Shouldv've done it in Penang. Argh. But the equipment for braces haven't arrived yet. Haih. Dina's getting hers. ): Not fair. Oh well. Bare with me now, I shall be raving on about my lifeless life here. It's so bore. Haihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours, Reeny.&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2811823139315664579?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2811823139315664579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/lstening-to-every-avenue-between-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2811823139315664579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2811823139315664579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/lstening-to-every-avenue-between-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4335774633189642487</id><published>2009-10-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:35:21.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jr.Anandani. Haahaa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYkEB_655I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XHqofyCaqis/s1600-h/180px-Parts_of_Bed-Bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYkEB_655I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XHqofyCaqis/s320/180px-Parts_of_Bed-Bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040855124731794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYjXo-nckI/AAAAAAAAASA/TSHdmN4Bxz0/s1600-h/175px-Cimex_lectularius2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYjXo-nckI/AAAAAAAAASA/TSHdmN4Bxz0/s320/175px-Cimex_lectularius2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040092494131778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYje5XdayI/AAAAAAAAASI/VnPOoIqok1o/s1600-h/250px-Cimex_lectularius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYje5XdayI/AAAAAAAAASI/VnPOoIqok1o/s320/250px-Cimex_lectularius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397040217152383778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKERRRR. YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE, MY SKIN, MY WHOLE MOOD. Burn in hell. Burn burn burn burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4335774633189642487?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4335774633189642487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/jranandani-haahaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4335774633189642487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4335774633189642487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/jranandani-haahaa.html' title='Jr.Anandani. Haahaa.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuYkEB_655I/AAAAAAAAASQ/XHqofyCaqis/s72-c/180px-Parts_of_Bed-Bug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7664430350182364797</id><published>2009-10-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:08:07.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everytime you lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello my human friends c: I'm at school! Yeah I sound happy, well I am :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not cause I'm in school dum dum. Cause tomorrow's INSET DAY MOTHAAA! And term break for the whole week. :) Basically in 3 weeks, I went to school for 3 days (= I'm going to town later, to check on my future iPod. *coughs. It's cheap here, I sooo wanna brag to you humans back in Malaysiaaa :P Well be jealous. Gah, I sound like a complete biatch. Don't I always? Haha. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided on what piercing I want next, should be my last one. :) It's the Spiderbites, but there's two. I only want ONE hole. Yeah it's abit confusing. Although Monroe is LOVEEE. It's soo pretty, it's like Amy Winehoues's. Yeah. :) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuBKmdmz2TI/AAAAAAAAARw/6LF9adGNg4Q/s1600-h/125px-Types_of_bites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395394378232748338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuBKmdmz2TI/AAAAAAAAARw/6LF9adGNg4Q/s320/125px-Types_of_bites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angelbites/whiskers - one piercing placed on each side of the upper lip (basically a flipped version of snakebites)&lt;br /&gt;2. Cyberbites - a medusa and a labret underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spiderbites - two piercings, placed on the same side on the lower lip.&lt;br /&gt;4. Snakebites - two piercings, placed on each side of the lower lip.&lt;br /&gt;5. Viperbites - two piercings placed together on either side of the lower lip, but further apart than a spiderbite.&lt;br /&gt;Antibites/Caninebites - four piercings, basically snakebites and angelbites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuBK4eI0kwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mxVS1Db5dLg/s1600-h/200px-445075358_75a890c77f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395394687613047554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuBK4eI0kwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mxVS1Db5dLg/s320/200px-445075358_75a890c77f_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monroe piercings - I WANT THIS. Although my mum would slaughter me and make curry out of my meat. :) But seriously, it’s either this or Spiderbites, only that I want ONE not two. :) I’m doing in on end of term. 18th of December. The day that I’m going to see Paramore with my lesbian partner/girlfriend Maya x) Can’t wait! I’m at the edge of my seat now. :) Better listen to ALL of their new album. Nanti dah pegi to the concert, we’d know like A FEW songs jeh. Haha. Lovelove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Reeny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7664430350182364797?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7664430350182364797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7664430350182364797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7664430350182364797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/everytime-you-lie.html' title='Everytime you lie.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SuBKmdmz2TI/AAAAAAAAARw/6LF9adGNg4Q/s72-c/125px-Types_of_bites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1433330777451388914</id><published>2009-10-19T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:54:19.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JP.</title><content type='html'>Finally I'm back blogging. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Izati on MSN, know that I'm always here for you kay friend? : ) I miss you a lot. Like. Well you know how it's been. The past and now not being there kinda sucks. Alot. I hope I could be there pally, I really want to. Stay strong kay =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could go back to school today, but when I got up my eyes hurts like FUCK. It always happens when I used the stupid elianto eyeliner. Gosh I should burn it. So yeah I'm not going to school tomorrow. Sum it all up, a whole week. That should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Haihh. Well actually no, I missed school 3 days. The other 4 days was day off - floods in E block ? and Saturday and Sunday. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside temp is 7 degrees and inside is 12. U'huh. It's colder than air-cond. My freaking eye ball hurts. I wanna go cleep. c:&lt;br /&gt;Guh, I sound lame. Ta, I don't like eye drops anymore. Somehow it gets to your throat - the taste. And I SWEAR I brushed my teeth 4 times just to get it out. How the f does a eye drop gets to your throat? Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1433330777451388914?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1433330777451388914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/jp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1433330777451388914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1433330777451388914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/jp.html' title='JP.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7131838342731051236</id><published>2009-10-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:14:03.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/StJYkcZ3SMI/AAAAAAAAARo/rQuUwhZ5CUI/s1600-h/091011_171306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/StJYkcZ3SMI/AAAAAAAAARo/rQuUwhZ5CUI/s320/091011_171306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391469087039113410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mylene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I go and sit beside him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll scare him away. Leave him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA. No he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his reading porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;No his not, it's like a decent book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, I don't have any f-ing money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An old lady asked Mylene the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Timee? timee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. No watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ermm. It's 5 to 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Whaaat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*annoyed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Err. 4.55PM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;5 PMMM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ha. Ya ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Wouldn't it be weird if it happen this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: Timee? timee?&lt;br /&gt;Reena: It's 5 to 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Old lady: 7PMM?&lt;br /&gt;Reena: Erm. Yeah, whatever you said.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Ohh the buss the buss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain gets corrupted whenever I'm around Mylene Cermolacce. Mad-ass woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7131838342731051236?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7131838342731051236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/kismet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7131838342731051236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7131838342731051236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/kismet.html' title='Kismet.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/StJYkcZ3SMI/AAAAAAAAARo/rQuUwhZ5CUI/s72-c/091011_171306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7457938954430412895</id><published>2009-10-06T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:23:21.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over over.</title><content type='html'>I wont be updating anytime soon. - I'm empty. So will be doing it in bitesizes at &lt;a href="http://www.reenysnow.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.reenysnow.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it's my latest obssesion, just some shit I do when I have no life. Like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was horrible, I dislike it. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7457938954430412895?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7457938954430412895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7457938954430412895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7457938954430412895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-over.html' title='Over over.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6975363412277995774</id><published>2009-09-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:30:41.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm out of my mind, be back in a few hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm smiling. This should scare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="fangirl emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh302/JenovaRevival/Emoticons/thfangirl8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6975363412277995774?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6975363412277995774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-out-of-my-mind-be-back-in-few-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6975363412277995774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6975363412277995774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-out-of-my-mind-be-back-in-few-hours.html' title='I&apos;m out of my mind, be back in a few hours.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh302/JenovaRevival/Emoticons/th_thfangirl8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6677097973601749902</id><published>2009-09-29T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:33:48.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be humble, you're not that great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wen't to school today, and yes i saw him. And no i'm not over him. BAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;* happy thoughts where are you when i need you? you stupid fck.&lt;br /&gt;Science was.. probably the most awkward lesson of the day. I didn't expect what was going to happen, and now i'm in a damn dilemma. LOL. All the way home i was just thinking about him. I mean, his a good friend. A really cool one. Anddd now i just need to stab myself. Sabina was like " Maybe you should just forget about ( insert name ) " Yes , i know that. But i can't. And hell no it's not 'love at first sight'. HAHA. Sorry but i don't believe in those crap. I just can't. Thenn, she said " you might like ( insert name ) " Uh. I might. I don't know. I'm not the type of person who change my mind on someone i like as if i'm changing my clothes. Even if that person happens to not like me back. Besides, idfk know he would even like me. I mean, seriously. I think i'm deformed or something. God i'm ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it tasya, this is no time to start having feelings for anyone. I swear if you even think about him and him. I'll kill you babi. Fck. I'm going insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/heart" target="_blank" o="10"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv288/mauibabe95/icon_heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reeny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6677097973601749902?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6677097973601749902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-be-humble-youre-not-that-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6677097973601749902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6677097973601749902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dont-be-humble-youre-not-that-great.html' title='Don&apos;t be humble, you&apos;re not that great.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-682694878549974465</id><published>2009-09-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:05:40.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medulla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great. Now it gives me something to write about. Fantastic. My world had crashed down into pieces. And i must say, i am hell as glad. Cause then i won't have any hope left. So this leads too giving up. Which then ends to, over it. I am, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I'm a terrible liar. Idfk. I took a bath afterward, to clear my fucking head. But still i can't wash him off my mind. It's so stupid. I'm so stupid. It's so clear. Shit. Omg, it's so blady clear. How can i not see it? Stupid stupid fuck. I need to shoot myself, or drown myself. I'm an idiot. Forever an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to school tomorow, cause.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm still sick, and i don't want people to get infected.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't want to see his face.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sabina wont be there. Might aswell don't go.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm sick ass tired.&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't freakin' wanna see him.&lt;br /&gt;6. Repeat 2 and 5 for 703q84907189 times.&lt;br /&gt;7. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-682694878549974465?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/682694878549974465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/medulla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/682694878549974465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/682694878549974465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/medulla.html' title='Medulla.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-280787217032776797</id><published>2009-09-26T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:04:25.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6dV4Q8czI/AAAAAAAAARY/0chU6ySNsZk/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6dV4Q8czI/AAAAAAAAARY/0chU6ySNsZk/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385915203587961650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;ShiWon,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;MARRYME&lt;/span&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-280787217032776797?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/280787217032776797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohh-iloveyou-shiwon-marryme-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/280787217032776797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/280787217032776797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohh-iloveyou-shiwon-marryme-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6dV4Q8czI/AAAAAAAAARY/0chU6ySNsZk/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-9029939091982571101</id><published>2009-09-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:35:07.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabregas is lovee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6SJhstsCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q_ECLneAdPg/s1600-h/081127_072831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6SJhstsCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q_ECLneAdPg/s320/081127_072831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385902896744083490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me, and my cousin. Actually, the best cousin ever. I just want her back. Sigh. )'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.15pm now, Malaysia's about.. idk. I don't care. I'm so tired to think. Just texted Maya. Andd.. again, i'm tired to say what happen. I was watching x factor and a contestant was 31 yrs old. I swear i was so jealous, her dad was so supportive of her. I mean, she's 31 yrs old for god's sake. I'm 15, and all i get from my dad " Oh this one is not that good " Fucking hell. And has high expectations on me, idfk why the hell do they even asks us to be so successful when  we know we wont be happy? You're basically asking us to be something i don't want but just to make yourself satisfied. That's insane. Now i thought about being a journalist then again, i can't. Cause why? It doesn't give me billions of income. Wth? Money had never crossed my mind til you keep pushing me on becoming something you thought you'd be and never did. So now take it one me so that i could fulfill you bloody dreams. Hell no. Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I hate doing this. I hate it when i have to write all this shitty words down.&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from him in days now. I hope his doing fine, i really do. And as for ( insert name ) , i decided to just give it up. I mean, why take chances? Like i'm hovering on something that is clearly invisible. I have to face my reality, although it hurts like a bitch. Life stinks. It's clearer to me now, cause what basically is happening in my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes the guy that i fancy and apparently likes me back- which i don't understand why would they- gets into a relationship and it doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;2. I mean seriously, what a shitty luck ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Ok so a guy that is my type, likes me. But idfk why i don't like them back. I really don't. So it didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;4. When i like i guy, they somehow wants to be better off friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it's not like i don't want to have  boyf. It's just that i find it easier not to. Because if i do, shit happens. Andd it wont be him that's having a heartache mode for 937809 days. It's me. I just don't wanna risk it. I don't want to be the one who's always fighting to be strong, and always being the one that want to work it out. I don't. Just sick of it. And no, i'm not a lesbian. Just because i have a certain insecurity towards guys. Pshh. So that's why i doubt that if i give it a go, i don't think it'll work out. That's just explains my point on why i wanna give up. Common sense says that he'll never like me-even i haven't literally talked to him- and second, i don't think i'm his type. He obviously go for good looking girls. I'm out of that league. Like on the bottom pit of a hole. That's where i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being pathetic, i'm just already born plain pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Reeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-9029939091982571101?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9029939091982571101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fabregas-is-lovee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/9029939091982571101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/9029939091982571101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/fabregas-is-lovee.html' title='Fabregas is lovee.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr6SJhstsCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Q_ECLneAdPg/s72-c/081127_072831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-737472720666684947</id><published>2009-09-26T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:33:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 BLIND MICE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr5dnRxZkgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCPayXJ-Mhg/s1600-h/090926_145353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr5dnRxZkgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCPayXJ-Mhg/s320/090926_145353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385845133748572674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mylene Cermolacce, we both look high. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr5cNmFVg4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/zEz3atodyqs/s1600-h/090926_144441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr5cNmFVg4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/zEz3atodyqs/s320/090926_144441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385843593012675458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabina Shahi &amp;amp; Myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabina and Mylene came to my house to pick me up then we walked to town. It was fun though, just us. So we were gossip-ing. LOL, talking about ball dresses, boys, teachers, boys again. :D Ended up buying rings, i had no money so sabina and mylene shared and bought us three rings ( same one ) then we headed to the park- dlm gamba. Took some pictures andd time flew by fast, we walked around town again. Window shopping, couldn't buy anything cause damn it i am broke. Oh well, will update soon. X FACTOR is on. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Reeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-737472720666684947?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/737472720666684947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-blind-mice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/737472720666684947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/737472720666684947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-blind-mice.html' title='3 BLIND MICE.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr5dnRxZkgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/oCPayXJ-Mhg/s72-c/090926_145353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-95587844496197592</id><published>2009-09-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:24:56.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr0YN0WzK6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PMk0atghb3Y/s1600-h/090924_181552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr0YN0WzK6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PMk0atghb3Y/s400/090924_181552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385487355076619170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Apparently when someone gives something to you- especially clothes. It will make you remember that person always. " - Cassandra Aarol Theseira.&lt;br /&gt;And you're right, i will remember you. Forever. Thank you babe. Make sure you wear my top too, makes me happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-95587844496197592?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/95587844496197592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparently-when-someone-gives-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/95587844496197592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/95587844496197592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparently-when-someone-gives-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sr0YN0WzK6I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PMk0atghb3Y/s72-c/090924_181552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5059928586452118188</id><published>2009-09-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:19:36.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am absolutely freaking out right now. My temperature has gone up and my flu has gotten worst. Top of that, i've got a sore throat. And yes i did not go to school today- duh. I barely can even talk. My voice sound like a guy, and i mean literally. I sound kindda hot tho, people in Malaysia call it 'sengau' HAHA. But i still like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;p.s: i said i 'sound hot. noted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss Sabina, Mylene and Gabi ): But i'll see them tomorow anyways, i hope i'll ge better. Hmm. We're going to town. Hang out at the park. I've got no money. Accept 200 Bhat from the last visit in Thailand. Anddd, i think about 30 ringgit. Woo. That's no good here. Even if i did change it into pounds. I'll get like, 6 pounds. I could get sandwich that could last up to 4 days? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry about the emo post i wrote last night. I guess i was all over the place when thinking about the past makes me write more than i should. But who cares anyway. No one, remember ? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maya got her Paramore tickets- awesome-ness. That's all the way in December. Oh, and i have this exam coming up in November. IDFK. Apparently i was chosen or some shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And soo, i kindda miss the staring-then-hide at ( insert name )'s face. Maybe alot. Ah i don't know what to feel. Except stupidity. You now what? I think i'm gonna die from stupidity overload. C'mon. His hot. Your not his type. Shut up. Pretend you don't see him. how can it be hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;2. His eyes is to die forr.&lt;br /&gt;3. His hot, so what?&lt;br /&gt;4. His smile makes your heart jump out in a cartwheel and did some backflips.&lt;br /&gt;5. He only gives you butterflies. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, and you fancy tall guys. This bloke's tall. What's so great about that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my heart talking, it's my brain making some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/robots" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i390.photobucket.com/albums/oo343/Paulii_09/robots.gif" alt="robots Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish i was invisible as you make me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5059928586452118188?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5059928586452118188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-absolutely-freaking-out-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5059928586452118188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5059928586452118188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-absolutely-freaking-out-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-909783549771789982</id><published>2009-09-24T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:47:06.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I've actually swore to myself to never write more than one post a day. But i just have loads of crap to right. Bare with me now, i have no one here. At least blogging would keep me company. :) Early in the afternoon i called Cass, she was packing up for KL. Hm. Before that i cried. Like, before i called her. I don't even know why i cried. I wasn't sobbing for sure- people would hearr. Lol. I guess just thinking about the future scares me. So i called Cass, hopefully to just spill out everything. But once i heard her voice that is always encouraging no matter what she's doing. I just forget about everything , :) Ah. I love that girl. She's just. Pure amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked, and talked. I told her about (insert name) and she told me to inform her straight away when i've&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;icked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt; him. ( When i mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;, i don't mean litterally. It's just like, a metaphor for us. Haha. Insanely sane. ) And the conversation ends with a iloveyou and that's about it i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Part of me want to call my dad but then i just can't. After what happen at the airport. I was just so positive about leaving. I never want to turn back anymore. All my live, i've been let down so many times. Especially dad. He said his sorry and stuff. But i've been holding this grudge since, forever. I love my dad, don't get me wrong. I'm just angry at certain things that could've been better. I swear, if i had the chance to make things right i would. But then again, i can't. So that explains why i cried in the afternoon. It's not just that act. It's more to it. I've lost a bestfriend too. Or at least what we were. I'm not saying i'm perfect, i never claimed i was right. Just everytime i had to give in. Was it wrong for once to at least say what i feel? It made us a complete stranger when i did. So i guess i should've kept my feelings to myself. It's just so funny to me how we promised to work things out whenever we disagree on something but you just don't want me in your life anymore. Maybe that's a good thing, not having me in your life. I mean, i don't think i even want to be in it anymore. Make that in anyone's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Just because i don't agree on certain things, doesn't mean i'm a bad person. I guess people don't really see what my intensions really are. Like i've never wanted to break someone's relationship. Especially not my brother with my sister in-law. I mean, i've never really talked about this but. I really do care about my sis in law. That's what family's about, we care. I'm sure you've never thought about that when you kicked me out did you ? Yeah, you can say that i was abit shocked. But i've never in my life expected it from my own brother. That's why i only claim i have on awesome brother. It doesn't bother me if you read this. Why should you care? You've never gave a shit about me EVER in your entire life. The only thing when you come to me is when you need something. Turning your back on me it's fine. But i've never feel so betrayed. Worst when it's from my own family. Now i'm 7000 miles away. Just wondering, if there is ever one day. Maybe just the slightest thought in an hour perphaps, you actually thought about me. Your sister. Cause everyday, every single day. I've thought about what you've done to make our relationship like shit. And i mean, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe you people just don't see it. But i've kept picturing these images in my head. Running through the words like it was just yesterday. And i swear to God. It had never been so hard to accept and to forgive. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-909783549771789982?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/909783549771789982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-actually-swear-to-myself-to-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/909783549771789982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/909783549771789982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-actually-swear-to-myself-to-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1022263699075836663</id><published>2009-09-24T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:22:13.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SICK. )'=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*sniffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1022263699075836663?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1022263699075836663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1022263699075836663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1022263699075836663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6326189531564123766</id><published>2009-09-24T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T03:40:42.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning England, Good Evening Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in school, n'case your wondering. I don't feel good. As for yesterday i felt terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had my lady issues and it started to become a bitch during PE.&lt;br /&gt;2. I accidentally  swallowed the screw of my tongue stud. Apparently it went down when i was chewing my sandwich. fck sake. Mylene and Sabina said " You might find it in your shit " HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw ( insert name ). But.. he didn't smile. /=&lt;br /&gt;4. Then I was in the Library for 3 hours. Good thing Mylene was there, making me laugh til i had to pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you think he has a girlf?&lt;br /&gt;Her: No he doesn't. 99.5% sure.&lt;br /&gt;Me: BAHHH. &lt;br /&gt;Her: I want to kill Mr.(insert surname)'s girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHA, I'm scared to talk to himmm. I mean, arghh idfk.&lt;br /&gt;Her: You should say " your skin's soft, can i touch it? " &lt;br /&gt;Me: hahahahah. are you mentalll?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Haha. Or you should go play football with him and say " i like your shoes "&lt;br /&gt;Me: Shit, maybe i should. Nothing's wrong with that nahh.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I wanna touch Mr.(insert surname)'s hair.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG. I WANT TO PLAY TOUCH HIS HAIR TOO! But (insert name) has no hairrr!&lt;br /&gt;Her: He shaves it maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA. Yea, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Her: I bet he shaves his legs too. *hand gestures&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA. I'm going. :P See you in lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Her: Haha. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made my day, but stomach cramps and headaches is a bitch. So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Ghost Hunters. I wasn't planning to ditch today, i wanted to go to Science, my favorite sub. Cause, the teacher is so nice. Argh. I have to go tomorrow. Oh well, i'm gonna go. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6326189531564123766?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6326189531564123766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-morning-england-good-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6326189531564123766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6326189531564123766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-morning-england-good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5276269638045059998</id><published>2009-09-23T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:32:45.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqFiIXxP5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8v2QxeQ6zg/s1600-h/IMG_0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqFiIXxP5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8v2QxeQ6zg/s400/IMG_0774.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384763125884075922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss all those times when us three are together. especially everytime after a movie, cause shamir will end up playing a role and acts all dumb. haha.. and when i used to stayover. man i miss those times. we climbed the roof and laughed at halle cause she's too short, when we did our own slurpee.. when we scolded the ghost in ur hse, when we simply make noise with plastic so shamir would get angry, when we go gossiping about everybody in the world, when we both act like a damn fake english, there are so many.. and i wish to have many more..&lt;br /&gt;so u better get ur arse back here.. and dont worry i'll take good care of shamir anandani =) - Sharmeen Looi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5276269638045059998?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5276269638045059998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-miss-all-those-times-when-us-three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5276269638045059998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5276269638045059998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-miss-all-those-times-when-us-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqFiIXxP5I/AAAAAAAAAQU/e8v2QxeQ6zg/s72-c/IMG_0774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1944171680040536466</id><published>2009-09-23T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:15:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassandra Aarol Theseria, my hero. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqAvQj6rXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cjqIPbSHeKo/s1600-h/IMG_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqAvQj6rXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cjqIPbSHeKo/s400/IMG_0848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384757853862669682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Cass, Ohhh good times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqAJHzezYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/T2XjupREIlo/s1600-h/090724_111613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqAJHzezYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/T2XjupREIlo/s400/090724_111613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384757198677003650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water bottle for cheerleadinf practices. :) We're such twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Srp_tjxW9nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mwtqcaSUXJ4/s1600-h/090704_115815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Srp_tjxW9nI/AAAAAAAAAP8/mwtqcaSUXJ4/s400/090704_115815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384756725147956850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Wee look soo ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou, *sniffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1944171680040536466?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1944171680040536466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cassandra-aarol-theseria-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1944171680040536466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1944171680040536466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cassandra-aarol-theseria-my-hero.html' title='Cassandra Aarol Theseria, my hero. :)'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SrqAvQj6rXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/cjqIPbSHeKo/s72-c/IMG_0848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-259977211334171138</id><published>2009-09-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:47:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*booty shake. HAHA</title><content type='html'>Never in my life i thought that i'll be going to Paramore's concert and here i am, holding the tickets like i've won a lottery. AWESOME-NESS!! Good thing when you move to a diff country ( especially England ) almost all of the bands perform here. But tickets get sold out like in a day. The concert's only in December and the tickets are out i think. No wonder their rich. BAHHH. But who cares- I'M GOING TO SEE PARAMORE. Boo Hoo. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Srp6EBYz4bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D76QJYn95Bo/s1600-h/090923_203021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Srp6EBYz4bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D76QJYn95Bo/s400/090923_203021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384750513985413554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes sha la la la la~&lt;br /&gt;Marina Chello - Sideline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-259977211334171138?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/259977211334171138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/booty-shake-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/259977211334171138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/259977211334171138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/booty-shake-haha.html' title='*booty shake. HAHA'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Srp6EBYz4bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/D76QJYn95Bo/s72-c/090923_203021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3230222171327067466</id><published>2009-09-23T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:04:56.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAJSLAMABKCMAJOASHIMLALSKAKJAWYDAPO&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Again, in the school library. Let meh tell you my schedule for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK A/wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH LANG. : 8.30-9.30&lt;br /&gt;TEXTILE ( which i'm not taking so i'm at the library now) : 9.30-10.30&lt;br /&gt;PDL: 10.30-11.00&lt;br /&gt;BREAK: 11.00-11.20&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY ( Library, again.) : 11.20-1.20&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH: 1.20-1.50&lt;br /&gt;PE ( we don't even do anything ): 1.50-2.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, yeah. i only studied for what? and hour in school :D &lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do noww, i'm so hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see ( insert name ) today. Hmm. But i know he has geography with Sabina later. Which i went once to the class and i just read a book to fill my time when they are talking about some industry shit. ( insert name ) is so cute in the class. BAHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3230222171327067466?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3230222171327067466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/kajslamabkcmajoashimlalskakjawydapo3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3230222171327067466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3230222171327067466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/kajslamabkcmajoashimlalskakjawydapo3.html' title='KAJSLAMABKCMAJOASHIMLALSKAKJAWYDAPO&lt;3'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4840973346765035096</id><published>2009-09-22T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:15:11.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJH. Kill me.</title><content type='html'>STEP ONE:&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name with songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run don't walk- Hey Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lie- Demi Lovato.&lt;br /&gt;Enough- Barlowgirl.&lt;br /&gt;Naive- The Kooks.&lt;br /&gt;Another heart calls- All American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada lagi- Garasi.&lt;br /&gt;Apologize- Silverstein.&lt;br /&gt;Starstruck- Lady PAPA.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fan- NerverShoutNever.&lt;br /&gt;All i ever wanted- Basshunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Name: Reena Tasya Johan.&lt;br /&gt;Birth date: 27th August.&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: tashi, reeny.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Plain brown.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP THREE:&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: Black pumps ( school shoes )&lt;br /&gt;Your fear(s): Being rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Goal you’d like to achieve: Be someone , oh no that' what MY DAD wants. Urgh. fck sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: Uhhh. I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime?: Ain't no curfews.&lt;br /&gt;Most missed memory?: Cheerleading practices. )'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;This Or That…&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald’s or Burger King: BK.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: NIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: LIPT.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: CHOC.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: CAPPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP SIX:&lt;br /&gt;Do You…&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Did.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Hohh.&lt;br /&gt;Sing: Love it.&lt;br /&gt;Dance: Not anymore. Cehh. Retired la konon.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: YES. &lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: I might. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think you’ve been in love?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: Nexy year.&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) high school: Teachers doesn't suck as bad as they were in M'sia.&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: Noh.&lt;br /&gt;Gone Skinny dipping: Neverrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything: I steal hearts. PFFTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;Ever…&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: Almost with Shaz in hartamas. xD&lt;br /&gt;If so, was it mixed company: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Flashed anyone: HELL NEHH.&lt;br /&gt;Been beaten up: Naww.&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP NINE:&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: Uhh. IDK.&lt;br /&gt;Numbers of Children: IDK.&lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: What's with these questions?&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit?: Soon, Pariss here i kambeng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP TEN:&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite sex..&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: I melt with blue and hazel. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color?: Natural.&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair?: Depends, some guys look good in long hair.&lt;br /&gt;Height: TALL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own: Indie bands, like 5? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: NEVERRR. :P&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: BAH. let meh count. 8, and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Who were you with yesterday?: Sabina.&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?: My soul. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?: MA ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day?: Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anybody?: FINE, YES. I THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;Ever thrown up in public?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Passed out because of alcohol?: No.&lt;br /&gt;What’s on your mind RIGHT NOW?: JH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;What kind of home would you like?: Comfortable, with lots and lots of pillows. :D&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?: IDK. people stop asking me.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in 5 years?: Hermm. I'd be twenty. Hmm. maybe some Uni in London. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN GENERAL&lt;br /&gt;Do you like candy necklaces?: WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music every day?: Everytime i get the chance. hell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still go trick or treating?: Naww.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?: Kinder Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer?: Moderate.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite type of soda?: Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved? school? house?: HAHA. funny. just moved to a whole different countrayh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever won an award?: Oh yesh. *blush&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?: JOE BROOKS I LOVE YOUU.&lt;br /&gt;How long ’till your birthday?: It just passed, so erm. in 11 months time.&lt;br /&gt;When were you the saddest in your whole life: IDK.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 10.09pm&lt;br /&gt;Do you use ebay to buy or sell?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you mad?: Fakes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a song written about you? i guess, but i'm not sure if he really meant it when he said it was for me. :O&lt;br /&gt;Something you want to happen in 2009?: It get over 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2009?: FREAKING COLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you miss 2008?: Abit.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what color is your underwear?: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, whats on your mind?: My underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what are you doing right now?: Chillin.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you done something bad today?: Ngeh. NEVAA. :P&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?: Hans.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you jealous of someone right now?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?: People who annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you bite your nails?: I used to love it.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?: HAHAAHA. funny.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?: Err, can i?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you keeping a big secret now?: :)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you have a friend you don’t actually like?: Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, are you in denial?: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat?: The F? who does that.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, do you like anyone?: Urr. Yea?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, does anyone like you?: I hope not. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGER SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you’re mad?: Clean my room. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;2. What’s the worst thing you’ve done when you were mad?: Cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?: Ohh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when you’re mad?: Fuck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRYING SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you actually cried? : Long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do certain songs make you cry?: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;4. What usually makes you cry?: IDFK. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECTION&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you usually a happy person?: Yea :)&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes you the happiest?: When i see him ?&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe in yourself?: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say they think you are good looking/pretty, do you get happy?: Sure?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad? finished?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4840973346765035096?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4840973346765035096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/jhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjh-kill-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4840973346765035096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4840973346765035096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/jhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjhjh-kill-me.html' title='JHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJHJH. Kill me.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8956156144523962726</id><published>2009-09-22T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:22:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I didn't spot him in school yesterday, considering that i have NO classes with him at all and his always hidden. So i guess i'd take my chances and just maybe take a peek during assembly. ( insert name ) passed infront of me, my heart fell on the ground. I was kicking Sabina. Lol. You walked pass and i swear i was focusing only on Sabina's face but i can't not look at you. Bahh. So i did, and you did too. You smiled, and i smiled too. *drools.&lt;br /&gt;The hall was crowded, we were the last ones in. I was looking at where to sit and of course hoping to find you. But then, i didn't. Ms Cox started to read the poem and i turned my back to the back, ( insert name ) turned and looked and me so i looked away. *fainted.&lt;br /&gt;After school i was walking home, hoping that i would see you again. But i know you don't walk that area so i just took out my phone listen to paramore. Just as i looked up to watch the road. ( insert name ) was right in front of me. Looking all gorgeous and again, my heart did a few toe touches. I literally smilled and people think i'm insane. I was wondering, why on earth is he walking this area anyways? Then again, we exchange glances. You smiled and i did too. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8956156144523962726?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8956156144523962726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-spot-him-in-school-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8956156144523962726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8956156144523962726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-spot-him-in-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2493789112733097292</id><published>2009-09-22T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T02:12:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitution is revolution.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it ridiculous when every love song reminds me of you? I mean. Like the the sad songs that was written for you, as if it was meant to happen. Whenever i try to erase you out of my mind, it's like understanding French. Shit hard. How can you want me to forget you? Even if we're not meant to be but each day you gave me hope. Everytime i promised myself that i won't talk to you again but this itchy hands will eventually type something. Even when i deleted your number from my cell for the 89207310912 time. I don't even need anything to remember it. You said, it's for the best. Both of us. You don't wont me to be hurt. But hell, it hurt twice as bad. How do you expect me to forget you? No seriously. Cause i can't find the way to do it. Maybe it's easy for you, you're all caught up with thousands of girls who wants you. You love everything about me, but you don't even know me. Do you? When you told me, about why was the reason. I didn't just cried, i blamed God. I did. I swear i did. I blamed him for taking the one person that i actually cared about. Like really really gives a shit about. But no. You don't do you? Haha. I always feel like a joke to you, but when your words are so. Gosh. So amazing. Your too good to be true ya know? Everytime i read your messages, my heart made a couple of toe touches. Bleh. I know, wtf. You expect me to forget you, delete me from your myspace, msn, your life. Oh yeah like that would help. But yes, eventually it did. I gotta give you creds for that tho. Your planning went smooth. I'm not sad, i'm pissed off. After how long i wasted my time on you, when i said i'd leave you , i said i love you. And you said you love me too. Why go on saying that? Why ? Do you have any idea how HARDER it was for me to move on? It's not like i asked you to get out of my life, it's you who want me out of yours. Yet you say i'm the best thing that ever happen. That i'm your life. Yeah that explains alot. Real bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shit sick of guys. &lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2493789112733097292?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2493789112733097292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitution-is-revolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2493789112733097292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2493789112733097292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/prostitution-is-revolution.html' title='Prostitution is revolution.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7824420352305164032</id><published>2009-09-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:29:10.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullaby.</title><content type='html'>You can rest easy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be alright I promise&lt;br /&gt;Go to sleep and dream of me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Everything may not be perfect, &lt;br /&gt;But at least we tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight sweet dreams and sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And if this is how it has to be&lt;br /&gt;Just promise you won't forget me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave you with this lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this hurts you&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me, too&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was something I could do&lt;br /&gt;To make this easier for you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's tough&lt;br /&gt;Too soon to call it love&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;But it's too late now to say&lt;br /&gt;All the wonderful things that I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7824420352305164032?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7824420352305164032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7824420352305164032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7824420352305164032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/lullaby.html' title='Lullaby.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5400543007901082978</id><published>2009-09-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:20:36.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Operator, give me the number for 911! " - &lt;em&gt;Homer J Simpson.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAHAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5400543007901082978?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5400543007901082978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/operator-give-me-number-for-911-homer-j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5400543007901082978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5400543007901082978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/operator-give-me-number-for-911-homer-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8540824790630735503</id><published>2009-09-18T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:45:54.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. 18 september, Raya is so near. Can't wait to meet Maya at Malaysian Hall this weekend. :) I'm gonna bantai sate, laksa, nasi lemakk, WOOOOHHH. Nikmat Nikmat. &lt;br /&gt;So, it's already the 2nd week of school. It's not that bad, now that i've got to know NICE people here. Sabina and Gabi. Their awesome and hillarious. Oh well. I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, incase you're wondering. I'm at the school library. No class in the morning for me. AWESOME KANNN? haha. I'm going for science later. BAHHHH. I have assesment. Physics. s'kay, i studied like a bozo yesterday. Hopefully i can answer. Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to town later, getting some revision books and BODYSHOPP! WOO. With Sabina. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've got a letter from Royal Mail i think. It stated that the £25 has already been deducted from the account for the payment. PARAMORE TICKETSSS!!! I can't freaking waittt. I've got to go, lazy ass to type. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm inlove with a english-jamaican boyy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8540824790630735503?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8540824790630735503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8540824790630735503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8540824790630735503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8107777096395887707</id><published>2009-09-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T05:01:03.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SABINAAAA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8107777096395887707?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8107777096395887707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabinaaaa-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8107777096395887707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8107777096395887707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sabinaaaa-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3530077469338123725</id><published>2009-09-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:07:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a shitty dream. And now i'm so full from buka puasa. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;Ermm. I'm wathcing x-men, i have nothing else to do. Oh i have school tomorow, shit la. Last two days was a year that i had my surgery, woosh. Time flies like fck. I hate it. And tomorow's my dad's birthday, well technically it's today. I wished him already so whatever. GOD I HAVE NO MOOD TO EVEN TYPE. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm homesick )'=&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i don't care if people reads this. I miss you Hasif Sinclair. Haihh.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go be an emo-bitch somewhere else. I'm so pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3530077469338123725?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3530077469338123725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-woke-up-from-shitty-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3530077469338123725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3530077469338123725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-woke-up-from-shitty-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7091806318080377839</id><published>2009-09-12T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:06:10.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true.</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when we didn't care&lt;br /&gt;We were just two kids that took the moment when it was there&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember you at all&lt;br /&gt;Another heart calls&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we stole the night&lt;br /&gt;We'd lie awake but dream until the sun would wash the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as I see you&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lie but didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;As deep as I need you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna leave it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true or everything that matters breaks in two&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ask for anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwing myself in front of you&lt;br /&gt;This could be the last mistake that I would ever want to do&lt;br /&gt;All I ever do is give&lt;br /&gt;Its time you see my point of view&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7091806318080377839?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7091806318080377839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7091806318080377839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7091806318080377839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-930908150746722341</id><published>2009-09-12T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:44:36.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XFACTOR-AHHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScyMfCQwwGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScyMfCQwwGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Olly, and ILOVEHIMMMM! :D haha. Although Lyod Daniels is &lt;strong&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-930908150746722341?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/930908150746722341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/xfactor-ahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/930908150746722341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/930908150746722341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/xfactor-ahhh.html' title='XFACTOR-AHHH.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1585806541170198469</id><published>2009-09-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:08:25.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1970's</title><content type='html'>Haha, first time on the phone with Maya. ;D Sayang, when you talked BM you sound exactly like a Malaysian. And the otherway round exactly English. LMFAO. But anywaysss, don't worry about the Paramore tickets. ( Tho, i am kindda worried myself ) But i'm sure we MAY be able to sit together :) Can't wait to hold the ticketssss! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, wow a week in school now. Urgh. &lt;br /&gt;This monday Sophie wont be in school, D; I swear i will be lost. But Ms Cox told me to go to meet her in the morning sooo yeah. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needah go now, shower. It's 1pm exactly, STFU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1585806541170198469?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1585806541170198469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/1970s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1585806541170198469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1585806541170198469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/1970s.html' title='1970&apos;s'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5782186861711230428</id><published>2009-09-11T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:38:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylorr? &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Wow, this school is amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm at their library now, doing some 'research' because my timetable are not done yet. Most probably by next week i could go to classes by myself. At the moment I'm just shadowing Sophie ( the nicest girl ever ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since RAJAA, you wanted to know about the school sangaaat. Neh diaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 8.30am ( nikmaaattt ) and just see on your timetable what do you have then just go to the class. And the next if you have something else then change class. It's more like college. We have break and lunch. And PDL ( personal developement learning i think ) No headache about the heat, only about your toes being numb. :D Thenn, ermm what else. Light make up, ( if you want to wear ) Lots of courseworks, but not for me. Cause this is my last year in college ( a.k.a school ) and besides i'm supper new to the school and country. I'm just doing my basic stuff until my GCSE then i'll be going to college next august. I prefer Queen Mary college, considering it has many oppurtunities on courses and theres tons of Malaysian students. Soo, yeah. Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the bell just went on. I guess Sophie is done with her History, and she's having French now. Cool. I have another hour here then i have to go for PDL. Then break, maths an hour, science an hour, then religious studies another hour. :O&lt;br /&gt;after that i walk home, go online. BUY PARAMORE TICKETSSSSS!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Maya on Myspace and she's total goodness. :D A very understanding friend :) And yeah, we're going together to the concert. But since she's staying in London so my mum got to drive me down there cause the concert is held in Wembley Arena. Idfk wether it's £20, £58, or £85. We're going for the standing area. Who gives a shit if were under 16 kan. Next year i'm gnna be 16 already so shatup. Kay i've gotto, not suppose to be blogging. Taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5782186861711230428?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5782186861711230428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/taylorr-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5782186861711230428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5782186861711230428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/taylorr-3.html' title='Taylorr? &lt;3'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5005794504869157697</id><published>2009-09-10T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:31:39.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HS.</title><content type='html'>Well I guess his right, about me being hurt. &lt;br /&gt;And his just doing that because he loves me. &lt;br /&gt;Words are never easy for me to say now, I can't really explain how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know to be angry or sad. I still wonder if this is the best thing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause basically deleting someone completely out from you life-entirely is really really hard. Especially someone you love. Or should i say, someone you once loved.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that, you know you're always gonna be my best sexy snow friend. Ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;And when It snows here, i know who to think of. But my thoughts of you wont ever be erased. I'm positive of that. Everyday I'll still be wondering what are you doing right now, what are you listening to, who your with, or where you are. &lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for you. &lt;br /&gt;I can believe it took me that long to give in. But I have to respect your decision. It's for the best, and I will always love you. &lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5005794504869157697?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5005794504869157697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5005794504869157697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5005794504869157697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/hs.html' title='HS.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7457625290314748129</id><published>2009-09-07T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:39:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodoh.</title><content type='html'>So i heard that someone told me that there's this motherfucking bitch was saying stuff about me back while i was still in malaysia. That i lied to people that i'm moving to England just to tell people that i am rich. HAHA. Why are u so pathetic loser? Get a life kampung girl. Quit shoving your ass in my life, i know if i were you i would hate me too. So fuck off. Please and thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Since you ALWAYS have something to say about me, i'd like to say something about you too fucker. Remember when you got drunk? Yeah. I was the only one that made u not make a freaking fool of yourself. When EVERYONE hated you, I thought i'd give you a second chance even how badly you bitched about me. Sorry to say but you are the biggest bitch I know. Again, fuck off. Nobody likes you. Loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7457625290314748129?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7457625290314748129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7457625290314748129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7457625290314748129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/bodoh.html' title='Bodoh.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3589934908016253364</id><published>2009-09-06T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:55:46.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, lawak la.</title><content type='html'>I'm starting school tomorow, Year 11. I'm freaking nervous. Sharmeen once said " who can be a whole new person when u go to a new school " well yeah, i can. But i don't think i want to. What i'm certain is i hope i get to have a good circle of friends. I really hope. Anyways, i went up Brecknell in the afternoon to have lunch and hang out. Met Alice and Wendy again and Mum was teaching all this bad words to Adam and Graham. HAHA. It was soo hillarious, Adam suddenly come up to me and was like " tetek tetek " AHAHAHA. I was laughing til i literally rolled on the grass and Alice was laughing too. HAHAA. Good times, but i miss them already now. I had a blast just now. We played snooker and was snapping random pictures. I better go now, i have school tomorow. :O Can't believe i'm actually saying that. Haha. Well, good luck Tashie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My first co-ed secondary school, *heart flips out and did a round-off* Hee. Byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3589934908016253364?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3589934908016253364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-lawak-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3589934908016253364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3589934908016253364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/sorry-lawak-la.html' title='Sorry, lawak la.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7118547908519564964</id><published>2009-09-03T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:04:39.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing that people HAVE TO ASK this month is " puasa tak? " or " tak puasa ka?" bodoh ka apa? nama pun bulan ramadhan. PUASA LA BODOHHH. Gosh. You ppl piss me off la. Seriously. What? Just because we don't look malay doesn't mean you go around making assumption. ESPECIALLY GUYS. Just to make a conversation. Wtf? URGH. Sakit hati. Babi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7118547908519564964?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7118547908519564964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-thing-that-people-have-to-ask-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7118547908519564964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7118547908519564964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/only-thing-that-people-have-to-ask-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3863456929393776623</id><published>2009-09-02T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:42:33.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dharshini Shankar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sp6tsnwdcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4yKFOfag9Tc/s1600-h/5216_115600833100_578068100_2370814_364389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sp6tsnwdcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4yKFOfag9Tc/s400/5216_115600833100_578068100_2370814_364389_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376925987225038866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dharshini ; my indian friend. Thanks for all the memories you have given me :) Even though we divorce during competition, we're still good friendss :D Everytime i think of SHOE. It reminds me of you. I still remember those times when we sat outside at the rock garden with Luv, Isabelle, Mee Quin studying Sejarah. And yet still got 55 for it. HAHA. That was me though. :) I miss you so muchhh. Haihhh. I promised not to cry, but i did. (: I'll leave my smile for you to carry, and my love. Do take care munchkin. Be good now. &lt;3 Love you alwayss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3863456929393776623?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3863456929393776623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dharshini-shankar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3863456929393776623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3863456929393776623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dharshini-shankar.html' title='Dharshini Shankar.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sp6tsnwdcBI/AAAAAAAAAPI/4yKFOfag9Tc/s72-c/5216_115600833100_578068100_2370814_364389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7105814076364226721</id><published>2009-09-01T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T18:54:05.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I like staying up late doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stars makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I find gay guys are hot, top of that they have good sense of fashion. It's either gay guys or metrosexual guys. Their both hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I still have a hard time pronouncing Hermes , it's this french designer dude.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.I hate it when people ask you the question that they already know the answer to, e.g ( We have maths later right? ) When they were the one who told us the answer in the first place! Argh. That annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I would like to scream at a cat's face, I know it'll scare the crap out of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My teenager-hood is ruined, not that i'm saying i'm not a virgin anymore. I AM STILL A VIRGIN. But that's not the point, the point is i used to have a vampirefreaks account. But i don't really use it, some 'dude' added me on msn cause i have my email on my profile which i deffo thought was PRIVATE. Turns out that dude is a 43 yr old guy who is a freakin prevert. And i mean really really screwed. Aisha doesn't like him. So do i. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Every season in London is COLD. ICE COLD. So you need a hair dryer to dry your hair, if not. Wait for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wanna go Paris ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I actually want to go to school. Now that i'm gonna meet new friends. ( nervous shit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wear all the layers you want here, i still can't feel my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Someone is going to die. CAUSE: STUPIDITY OVERLOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't think Facebook is fun, besides it gives you the headache doing LOTS AND LOTS of quiz and surveys. At the end of the day, you log out anyway. The next day , you go around in people's profile commenting on their picture or writing on their wall but the fact is, they don't even like it. Cause i know i don't. This Indonesian dude you see, every time I write something on MY wall. He goes ahead and click the 'like' button. Even my albums, pictures, wall, comments. Whatever he can place his hands on. Heh. I'M TELLING YOU. IT'S ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I HATE BRITTNEY SPEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My second attempt on world war 4 is still not working out. I can't make the chickens and ducks to fight. I can never. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate guys who thinks their hot, eventhough they are. I mean, lay low la weih. Nak tayang2 buat paaaaa. It's so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I recently found out that the fear of number 13 is called triskaidekaphobia and it was derived from treiskaideka, ( whaat? ) the Greek word for thirteen and phobia. ( ohhh ) :D There were thirteen people at Christ's Last Supper before his captivity, it is recorder that Christ was crucified on Friday. ( I read from somewhere. ) Routine mission to the moon goes drastically wrong on Apollo 13. Some hotels skip number thirteen when numbering rooms. In Formula 1, there is no car with the number 13. What a fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Petai stinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I hope i don't pick up my dad, mom, feroz's bad habits. SNORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I miss my friends. ): Good thing i have their pictures plastered all over my bedroom wall. Kind of disturbing, the mess i mean. But i don't mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I'm thankful enough that my parents don't have a Myspace account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm deciding on becoming a surgeon. :D I watched this trauma E.R. on Virgin TV and they really showed some nassstay stuff. But it was fun, watching hearts beating and bones. And the best part, saving a life. Ceh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's all the fuss about Chuck Norris? Leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I just found out that Criss Angel had a weird family name. And he was HOT during his teenager-ish time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Apparently we use of 3% of our brain and Einstein used 6% of his brain. 6% made him a genius. What if we used up to 100% ? People might be able to moved objects wei! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7105814076364226721?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7105814076364226721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7105814076364226721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7105814076364226721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2180674410158509828</id><published>2009-09-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:46:47.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo.</title><content type='html'>~HOW TO FIND OUT IF YOU HAVE A DIRTY MIND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read the suss sounding clues&lt;br /&gt;2. Try think of something that fits the clues, it could be an object, thing, person, food, animal etc&lt;br /&gt;3. Comment this note with your answer...dirty...clean...suss...whatever doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just remember it just might not be as dirty as you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~THE DIRTY CLUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. You eat me, even though I'm not completely hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. When you stick something in me, I jiggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. If you squeeze my tube, I spurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I'm usually one of the first things you put in your mouth in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I'm usually spat out, not swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I start with a "C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I end with a "T".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I stand for pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. The longer I'm in, the harder I get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I only get laid once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I'm only eaten once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I'm no big thing unless you're not getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I sometimes get sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I make breasts rise and fall when you use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I assist an erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. Sometimes big balls hang from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. You grope for me in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. You put your hand in your pocket and fiddle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I will only work in the right hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I'm always very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I'm always very repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I'm always either pushing or pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I only come once a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. I've got a big red protrusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. I get pulled by a Vixen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Puzzle J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. I don't work unless you swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 2. You gently place me in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 3. If you are not used to me then I can make you gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply on my chatbox :D Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2180674410158509828?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2180674410158509828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/wooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2180674410158509828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2180674410158509828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/wooo.html' title='Wooo.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-775935120087030418</id><published>2009-08-31T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:23:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why being a girl is the best?</title><content type='html'>Oweee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we can wear guys clothes. If they wear ours, they get funny looks.&lt;br /&gt;* Our friends don’t say hello to us by punching us on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, PMS sucks. but at least we have a good excuse to eat chocolate for a week.&lt;br /&gt;* If we’re on a really big ship that happens to hit an iceberg, we’ll get lifeboats first.&lt;br /&gt;* We get the bigger apartment on Friends.&lt;br /&gt;* Girl talk. you know, how we just understand each other without having to explain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;* We never have to stand in a urinal and have other girls stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;* Dark circles under the eyes? a hickey? we can just cover them up with a little concealer.&lt;br /&gt;* We don’t have to shave our faces.&lt;br /&gt;* We can jump around a lot and shake our hair and it looks like we know how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;* justin, carson, ryan, freddie, orlando, brad. need i explain this one?&lt;br /&gt;* We get yummy chocolates and flowers from guys.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to dowse our food in tabasco sauce just to look tough.&lt;br /&gt;* That whole circumcision thing!&lt;br /&gt;* When we get married, we get to keep our own name or choose the one that we like better.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to deal with sideburns. what`s up with those anyway?&lt;br /&gt;* At least one girl always survives in horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;* We never have to wear tighty-whities.. or jock straps!&lt;br /&gt;* Even if we are ugly, we have make up to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;* We can take stuffed animals to bed no matter how old we are.&lt;br /&gt;* Nose hair, ear hair, back hair - so not a problem for us.&lt;br /&gt;* Slumber parties! guys just don`t know how much fun those are.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to worry about getting hurt, um, down there.&lt;br /&gt;* That special bond we have with our moms-some day.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t feel the need to slap our teammates butt when she makes a good play.&lt;br /&gt;* Nobody makes fun of us for liking the backstreet boys or n'sync. well, almost nobody.&lt;br /&gt;* pick up lines. they`re not something we need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;* We can get away with wearing platform shoes without looking goofy.&lt;br /&gt;* We give really good advice.&lt;br /&gt;* On tv shows we`re always the ones that have the coolest super powers.&lt;br /&gt;* dollhouse, delias, XOXO, wetseal, abercrombie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;* we can put cottonballs between our toes, paint our nails, and not feel the least bit silly.&lt;br /&gt;* daria and lisa simpson are girls.&lt;br /&gt;* bevis and butt-head aren`t.&lt;br /&gt;* the coolest, sweetest songs and poems have been written about us.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to sit on our wallets.&lt;br /&gt;* Our wallets have a place for change.&lt;br /&gt;* It is entirely possible that we will marry Ashton Kutcher someday.&lt;br /&gt;* Our lives do not revolve around ESPN or sports center.&lt;br /&gt;* it`s not required that we learn how to spit when we`re young.&lt;br /&gt;* We are called tomboys, boys are called girly.&lt;br /&gt;* We have nicer handwriting than guys. well, it`s true.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to stuff boxers in our jeans.&lt;br /&gt;* Female pro athletes aren`t overpaid egomaniacs.&lt;br /&gt;* Girls with guy first names (like joey) sound cool, but it doesn`t work the other way around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-775935120087030418?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/775935120087030418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-being-girl-is-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/775935120087030418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/775935120087030418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-being-girl-is-best.html' title='Why being a girl is the best?'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3675742393006767220</id><published>2009-08-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:23:16.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontal Snogging. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;9.00am&lt;br /&gt;IN BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i going anywhere today? Ah. Yes. Meeting Alice and Wendy :) Okie dokie then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.15am&lt;br /&gt;STILL IN BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO. I DON'T WANNA GET UPPPP. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9.45am&lt;br /&gt;STILL. IN. BED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISH. So i did got up to shower in the freakishly COLD bathroom. ARGGGH. What a fiasco. First having my stud un-screw by itself and now how i wish i could hover up the ground and not DRAG myself. Ish again. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT SEJUK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I should probably get dressed. WHAAT TO WEAR? Herm. Jeans? *barf* A romper suit? HAHA! No i'm not sadist. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.am&lt;br /&gt;PEEPING OUT MY ROOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* Is mum is watching TV? Argh. Oh okay she stood up. Hmm. Wei aku puasa la. :D AHH. Finally we are GOINGGGG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PS: I have never met Alice or Wendy before, and alice was like " Do people in Malaysia wears saree and walks bare foot? " HAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA! OH SHITTTTT! They think we're bloody monkeys. xD Then i said " Uhhhh. :D They do wear saree but wtf? bare foot? xD" and Wendy goes " HAHA. And alice was like ' why is she dress like that? ' she was expecting you wearing some what-not clothes. " A catsuit perharps? :O&lt;br /&gt;Keith was all " Alice was asking if Tasya's skin is black and if she knows how to speak English " AHAHAHAHAH. OMG. They are so funnyyyyy! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fetch them at the church then brought them back to their place for a change of clothes. At first i didn't say anything cause i don't really fancy around new people. Heh. Yadayadayadayada. And we went for shopping. And now is when i started to talk to them and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Do you have a boyfriend? &lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhh. No..&lt;br /&gt;Alice: *asking my mum* well is she allowed? to have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yeah she is. She can take care of her self.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *hehh*&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Are you sure you haven't got any?&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: *stares*&lt;br /&gt;Me: i have friends.. that are.. boys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part is so funny that thinking about it makes me wanna pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy was telling Keith about Alice's ex was sending AWFUL pictures through mms.&lt;br /&gt;And i was so shocked that father and daughter are having conversations that are like fuyo. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: Daddy, so alice's ex sends like a picture of his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt; into her phone and it was like up so i think he was having a boner or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am so sorry but it was SOOOO FUNYYYYYY!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;AT CLAIRE'S&lt;br /&gt;buying a new beanie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: Do you like emo boys?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm. Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Wendy: Oh i'll find a boy for you. And i know a friend which is a total emo. *calls out to alice* Hey alice, do you think tasya will like Sean?&lt;br /&gt;Alice: *mumbles mumbles mumbles*&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6.00pm&lt;br /&gt;At the girl's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sent them off and exchanged numbers and i reminder them to add me in facebook. So yeah, that's it i guess. xD Merdeka already passed i suppose? :)&lt;br /&gt;Good times with step-sisters. :)&lt;br /&gt;Alice is 14 this year, I'm 15 and Wendy is 16. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In England, their years is really weird though. LET MEH TELL YOU VAII?. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kay , take me for example. I was born on 1994 on August and Wendy was born on 1993 on December. And we're BOTH in Year 11. As in, she's older than me but kononnya we're like in form 4. BOTH. &lt;br /&gt;That's because ( in my understanding )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is born in 1993 which was after 1st September until 1994 1st September. Get meh? Our birthdays are in between those dates, that's why. :D Complicated, i know. Sheesh. Oh well, i wanna sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY MALAYSIAKUUU! LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3675742393006767220?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3675742393006767220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/frontal-snogging-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3675742393006767220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3675742393006767220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/frontal-snogging-d.html' title='Frontal Snogging. :D'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-9159216116641886879</id><published>2009-08-29T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T06:38:38.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AishaAmalina, I love you la.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpkvVz03qhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DCcVWPk8N2U/s1600-h/5728_117731511019_709001019_2899327_26737_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpkvVz03qhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DCcVWPk8N2U/s400/5728_117731511019_709001019_2899327_26737_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375379681979116050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ART. :D I love it. I LOVEEEEEE ITTTTTT! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-9159216116641886879?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9159216116641886879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/aishaamalina-i-love-you-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/9159216116641886879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/9159216116641886879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/aishaamalina-i-love-you-la.html' title='AishaAmalina, I love you la.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpkvVz03qhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DCcVWPk8N2U/s72-c/5728_117731511019_709001019_2899327_26737_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5862653801001163027</id><published>2009-08-27T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:57:48.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><title type='text'>ShakeMyButt.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. :D I'm 15 years OLD. Officially.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone i know, and i don't know for the wishes. Haha. It meant alot. I woke up in the morning and thinking that " FUCK. THE FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY. I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF NOW " So i logged on Facebook and wallah! Birthday wishes. :D I love you guyssss! I love you My INDIAN FRIEND DHARSHINI SHANKAR!! Hehe. MWAHHH. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5862653801001163027?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5862653801001163027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/shakemybutt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5862653801001163027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5862653801001163027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/shakemybutt.html' title='ShakeMyButt.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7678325909678184821</id><published>2009-08-24T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:11:40.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You want vattt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpL--n8YouI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BmFHZltC1NY/s1600-h/m_8b7e995f81164118974f58ca3eebabfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpL--n8YouI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BmFHZltC1NY/s320/m_8b7e995f81164118974f58ca3eebabfb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373637657234023138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new haircut, prettay weird. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.56pm in London now, so it's 5.56am in Malaysia. I'm not really sure wether it's 7 or 8 hours difference. Cause when i was on the phone with Hasif, he told me the time there and when i counted back it was 7 hours. The next minute i asked Sharmeen, her time was 8 hours ahead. Weird-ahh. Hmm. So what happen today. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.30am - Me random-ing myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no. Mama said rest this whole week cause then when school starts, you'd want to always relax. Okay just sleep til noon Tasya, who cares. No one's at home. Just sleep. No i have to wake up, I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!! Kay. Toilet, hmm. Tv's not working? * shoot self * I want my astroo!! ): But &lt;strong&gt;Virgin Tv &lt;/strong&gt;is not bad either. ( WHO HAS A STATION THAT CALLS THEMSELF VIRGIN TV WEI? ) Hmm. Maybe the wires, nope not that. Nevermind. Breakfast. Yadayadayada, cereal. Ooo. Me likey. Should i defrost this cadbury? It's kinda hard. - After under-going microwave - Oh shit it's melting. Why is it melting? I only put it for 10 seconds. Oh no 1 minute. Ngeh. Oh well. * licks off spoon *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.00am - Misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the tv's working now, * checks VIRGIN tv * Hmm. Maybe LATER. Online la, hmm. No one's online. I mean there is but no one i know. * camwhore, puts on eyeliner, eat, walk out for fresh air ( 5 seconds ) then run in cause it's too friggin cold * Online again.. Oh, maybe i should watch lord of the rings. Yeah. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1pm - Gollum! Gollum! My preciousssss. :O Oh shit. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3pm - Virgin Tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.06pm - Blogging, Myspace-ing, Facebook-ing, No stalking. Thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHHHHH. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7678325909678184821?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7678325909678184821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-want-vattt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7678325909678184821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7678325909678184821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-want-vattt.html' title='You want vattt?'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SpL--n8YouI/AAAAAAAAAOw/BmFHZltC1NY/s72-c/m_8b7e995f81164118974f58ca3eebabfb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-8076807402330039474</id><published>2009-08-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:24:48.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waver.</title><content type='html'>An ending of a new begining. As the story goes, her life is always undefined. Because. Everyday little things around her is changing and at times it makes sense then it's completely barbaric. How do people submit theirselve into such complicated situations? And top of it. Have absolutely no control of any of it's conditions. The world never ends. It doesn't have a start nor an end. How hard they try to get away with anything, you can't. You can't escape this endless roads. You try hard enough to survive. Enough to give credits for, but it signifys nothing. Eveything relates you see, when a person's fault effects the other. The difference may have conclude for one's identity but in the end. We're just humans. We make mistakes, we fall inlove, we get married and so on. Every little detail matters, to me it does. Human's demeanour. How complicated one's behaviour is. " Why is she doing that?" or " What is her problem?" These eyes have seen so many unwritten things yet being judge was the last thing she ever wanted. Hence who would ever care about public oppinios anyway right? It's like taking a covenant. You say you won't care but you still do, you say you wont fall in love yet your heart hurts everytime you think of him, you promised but you broke it. It was such a reel, being mistreated. She uses to many " if only " and yet she strucks herself upon survival. Underneath the meadow she stands, waiting motionless. Her feelings are still blantly tantalize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-8076807402330039474?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8076807402330039474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/waver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8076807402330039474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/8076807402330039474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/waver.html' title='Waver.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5019228580974721198</id><published>2009-08-24T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:32:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rohans!</title><content type='html'>Hey hey. Just to wish you guys happy fasting :) To all my dear friends, i miss you guys too much x) I miss cheerleading! Aghh. But nope, i don't miss chool at all. Will be starting school here next week, can't wait to meet new friends xD So yesterday i went for a carbooth sale and bought this topshop shoe. I know it's carbooth and all but it's really really cheap. Just 2 pounds. Amazing yeah? There's mre actually. I bought vintage bags, scrafs, shirts and shoes. OOwee. (: I heard spm trials is starting next week too huh? Gosh. All the best to my seniors! (= Especially Cassandra, Bashirul and Wany! Love Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three days time i'm gonna be a year older. Since i already got the presents from you guys, i shall re-gift it and act suprised all over again xD BY MYSELF. huahuahua. Such a sad sad person i am. London's good. I'm slowly starting to adapt with the weather here. It's really cold, but when i went to the country side it was really hot. I started sweating. Weird eh? Oh yeah. While i was shopping at the carbooth sale kan, i turned my head to the right and i saw this FUCKING HUGE DOG. I don't think it's a dog but my mom said it's a wolf. Seriously wei. It's like 4 feet tall. Can you IMANGINE a dog 4 feet tall? I know! Unbelieveable! I have the picture of it in my camera, but i'm very lazy to upload it. I'll do it soon. You'll jump of your seats and die i tell you! xD It's like Jacob Black-Wolfish kind. Haa. Get the idea? :) Oh well. I'm bored so i wanna continue watching my Lord Of the Rings. Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5019228580974721198?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5019228580974721198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/rohans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5019228580974721198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5019228580974721198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/rohans.html' title='Rohans!'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4875394078531688989</id><published>2009-08-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:27:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Westdeane Court.</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh! Hello people in Malaysia *coughs* HAHA! I miss you guys so muchhhhh! I'm doing nothing the whole day at home! Cause damn i tell you, it's FCKING cold here plus it's summer. Summer supposed to be warm, but it was warm for them here. Wei. I'm wearing jackets and socks at home. Lol. Amazing. Soo, let me just start off with my story about my trip from Penang - Bangkok - London. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that i was at what's-his-name house, and i was getting ready for bed. I mean realy, i was in my PJ's plus very very tired. By the time i placed my head on pillow, i woke up. This is it, i'm leaving. I'm actually leaving. :) Showered and got ready, last minute packing for the things i left out and i woke up my dad. It was still early so i went online, saying last goodbyes in facebook and texting everyone. (= Cass called saying it was raining in her area and i was thinking yeah maybe mine's gonna be soon too. And it did. It was such a hard time bringing the bags in the car cause man, it was heavay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up Cass around 6.30am and passed her the things and the letter. ('= The whole time i was just thinking about how on earth am i going to do this? I was trying to make up some words to say to her but i couldn't put it together. So i guessed, the letters should be all i have to say. I love you CAAASADRAA. :D Onced i checked in my luggage, Ashraf called saying that his the airport. WTF? I was shocked wei, seriously. :) Thanks babe, for coming. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i was in the plane, to Bangkok. It was soo annoying. Bangladesh men wont stop stating at me. No i'm not proud of it. I was seriously disgusted. Ewgh. As soon as i reached the airport, i kept following the transit sign but it kept taking me so far end. So i stoped and asked at the information counter. Flight to London is at gate C3. But i had 3 more hours to it so i was looking around for a place to online. Asking people around and finally found one. Thank god wessley was online and i asked his help to text my dad that i'm already in Bangkok. |=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 and a half hours left and i thought that gate was near aroud. but it was like 918098178347978189 kilometers FAR! Puuki. I looked so ridiculous carrying such bags all over me and i had to really rush cause it was a last call for the passengers to check in. HAHA. Shit dow. Anyways, yadayadayada. I went in and got into my seat and waalahh! I'm on my way to London :) Met Kate, she was sitting beside me and she's only 14 but she's 10,0000 feet taller than me. HAHA! After 12 hours - sleeping, eating-talking-watching tv-peeing-sleeping again- i was in Heathrow airport. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i steped out the aiport, i FROZED. It was freakishly COLD. My Godness, and i can see people wearing sleevless and SHORTS! When i was craving for a bloody jumper or a damn bear to curl up in. Ish. Called Cass, apparantly she was sleeping i think. But i knew she was happy to hear me called. KAN KAN KANN? hahaha. Praasan. :P&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my school, just passed it la. Cause it was closed. (: Went to McDolands and fell inlove EVERYTIME I TURN. :D British blokes, heavennnnnnn! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh well, i'm really really tired now. I shall go tidoqq. Byebyebye. Love love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4875394078531688989?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4875394078531688989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/westdeane-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4875394078531688989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4875394078531688989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/westdeane-court.html' title='Westdeane Court.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2430197354652954807</id><published>2009-08-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T10:39:02.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm.</title><content type='html'>I miss my brother, )'= first time in life  actually cried hugging him :) Shit thinking of it makes me all teared up and gay now. ='D I miss Sharmeen too. Haih. No more those fun days with them. I love you both. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengar lagu ni, you dengar ja ahh. You rasa macam nak gaduh dengan pintu - Shamir Anandani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2430197354652954807?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2430197354652954807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/erm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2430197354652954807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2430197354652954807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/erm.html' title='Erm.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7614780866835269020</id><published>2009-08-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:52:40.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOO LAME.</title><content type='html'>INTERNETTTTT!!!! BAHHHHHH! HEAVEN HEAVEN HEAVEN! WOOO. Heh, kayy. So i'm BACK BABYY BACKKK! Finally. :&gt; KL was aweeeesomeeee. Shoped alottt, but transportation was such a rip off man. Took LRT everywhere but it was dead tiring. Oh gamba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SognrHEsR9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FIE-TgXSEMM/s1600-h/IMG_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SognrHEsR9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FIE-TgXSEMM/s320/IMG_0803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370586177225902034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SognTz4SbNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ttTzEzleQK8/s1600-h/IMG_0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SognTz4SbNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ttTzEzleQK8/s320/IMG_0799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370585776936611026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SogmF9ltvsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tkyCKm-YKFY/s1600-h/IMG_0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SogmF9ltvsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/tkyCKm-YKFY/s320/IMG_0795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584439513267906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sogl0yyaQiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WUaxNGoWwlc/s1600-h/IMG_0763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sogl0yyaQiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WUaxNGoWwlc/s320/IMG_0763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584144555950626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SoglXIV6bUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tW5KPBfV5f4/s1600-h/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SoglXIV6bUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tW5KPBfV5f4/s320/IMG_0718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370583634945928514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sogk7hGCiNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8AmYfM4phXo/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sogk7hGCiNI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8AmYfM4phXo/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370583160553900242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My myspace profile has TONS MORE. Update soon. Gotta pack. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7614780866835269020?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7614780866835269020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/soo-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7614780866835269020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7614780866835269020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/soo-lame.html' title='SOO LAME.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SognrHEsR9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FIE-TgXSEMM/s72-c/IMG_0803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-3121349031191368429</id><published>2009-08-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:46:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soursop.</title><content type='html'>I'm out of the hospital i feel like a pelarian weih. Cause what happened was, the insurance was suppose to cover my bills and instead the doctor was on leave and they need clarification that i'm actually sick. So i kena tahan dalam hospital for about few hours and my dad was all pissed off with the doctor and stuff. So we just walked out the hospital. Macaaaaam la Glenegals tu tok aku punya. I still have my hospital tag on! How stupid is that? I didn't take my medicine or my mc. Gosh. Damn paria attitude i tell you. Haih. I still couldn't walk as normal but i can stand. Yesterday night i fought with my dad, - his starting to get famous from my blog i think- and i don't usually open out to anyone like this but here i go. I'm sure most of you guys that went to my dad's restaurant, you saw my baby pictures on the wall no? Well honestly, i'm not trying to ungkit but i have to let this out. It used to be in the middle. The other side was Halle and my step sis. When i was std 3, i came to the restaurant and they changed me to the side. My step sister was in the middle. How do you think i felt? :) I didn't say anything. I kept my lips sealed. Like i always did. I know life's unfair, but i'm speaking in general. I'm talking about my life here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was an awesome father, at certain time. But as if right now i'm starting to hate him more. Maybe considering me as a teenager and being all rebellious plus what shit is making me feel like this. Like i said, dear my little step sisters. I hope for your teenage years wont end up like mine. Really. I pray for you three. I remembered during raya, it was fun really except i don't see my dad around. At home sleeping? Yeah should be. That was when i was small, my father never raya with us. ('= Now, with his new family, he goes around wearing songkok. SONGKOK? Lol. Hs friend asked him how's Shamir and his studies and he replied " OHHH he got 4 flats man. i cant believe it. he changed alot la" next his friend asked him " Ohh good good, and hows tasya here? okay?" and he replied " Oh this one ar. not so good la." Lol. So yeah. How do you want me to feel? I kept my lips sealed. I always knew how my brothers did well, cause his away from this fucked up house. Away from you papa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having your parents divorced was a dreadful feeling, and i learn alot from there. I was really small, so that explains alot of " where's papa? ". I depend on alot of people to tell me what was going on. I hoped for aunties, cousins, friends. They was there. Of course. Now that i'm older i keep telling myself there won't be anyone there now is there? don't fall, just be who you are. I don't need to prove myself to anyone. I don't. I can't fall for broken promises anymore. Who are you to tell me that i'm less than what i should be? No one. We learn to forgive and forget, but is it fair tho? When things you do everyday reminds you of the past. Those awful memories. If there was any way for me to just forget everything. If only there is anyone who understands. Cause honestly, i'm giving up slowly. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-3121349031191368429?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3121349031191368429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/soursop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3121349031191368429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/3121349031191368429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/soursop.html' title='Soursop.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-256546986786047650</id><published>2009-08-05T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:41:52.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room 401.</title><content type='html'>LOL Nabila, i told you i'm not coming to school today cause i'm lazy but ended up admited in the hospital :D Yeah they have wireless here, but a pity line. I'm just done with breakfast, which is very fast cause i ate like a piggy. Very hungry ok. I woke up at 730, and he texted me very early. Bangun awal eh syg ? :) Then at about 8 something they took me down for x-ray and ultrasound. I don't think it's appendix tho, it's impossible cause the pain wasnt as same as appendix. I hope. The results is still not out yet soo i've gotta wait. Sharmeen's not here yet, probably coming later evening.. So i'm stuck here, with nothing to do. Watching discovery -lions and cats embryos and what shit- and blogging. I'd wanna walk around the hospital but nahh. I'm all tucked in and comfy here. Plus it's cold. Woo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay gtg, nurse mai dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-256546986786047650?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/256546986786047650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/room-401.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/256546986786047650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/256546986786047650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/room-401.html' title='Room 401.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1840457347534233402</id><published>2009-07-31T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:37:20.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirley Temple is heavennn.</title><content type='html'>My newest discovery, i'm probably outdated but sheet. I'm gonna write it down anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktails i find very interesting. The names i mean. This is very random okay. It's not a sin for being curious. So shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Sunset.&lt;br /&gt;Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;Blow Job.&lt;br /&gt;AK47.&lt;br /&gt;Pussyfoot.&lt;br /&gt;Long island.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Screwdriver?&lt;br /&gt;Viva Maria.&lt;br /&gt;Sex on beach.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming Orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Gland.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty WHITE Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Bombay Punch.&lt;br /&gt;Chi-chi.&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear Iced Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Salty Dog.&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told Sharmeen that there's a cocktail named Blow Job, she said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets say the bartender is a girl and asks a guy wad u wan.. and the guy says can u give me a blowjob and make it fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I give you plankton la sharmeen. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1840457347534233402?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1840457347534233402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/shirley-temple-is-heavennn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1840457347534233402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1840457347534233402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/shirley-temple-is-heavennn.html' title='Shirley Temple is heavennn.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-7755213758580575454</id><published>2009-07-30T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:26:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo.</title><content type='html'>Asam laksa is my newest favorite food weih! two days straight i've been eating this. Mak aii, sedappp. Sharmeen is the influence la. So anyways, i wen't to Gurney Drive &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; today. I wore shorts that i usually wear for practice and Sri KDU's tough is not enough t-shirt. It's a elephat shirt. I look like a.. a base. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbat8qirFXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbat8qirFXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to pee. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay , night. Asbestos Flaygon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hasif Sinclair. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-7755213758580575454?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7755213758580575454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7755213758580575454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/7755213758580575454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/woo_30.html' title='Woo.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-735570987432230196</id><published>2009-07-30T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:49:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crux.</title><content type='html'>I think i've given up alot for the past few days, i never say no to not talking to you. But i guess that is what you wanted all along, me not speaking to you anymore. All this while you were always there is maybe, just maybe you needed someone to talk to. At that moment i mean. Sometimes it's this then it's that. I can never be sure. What is up lately. Never. Everything is so unclear , to me. But i still hold on , you know i do right ? I don't know you at all, wether you have any siblings, where were you born? what school did you studied at? how is your parents like? are they just like you? how do you sound like? (the 5 seconds call is very hard to recall :P ) It's funny really , even if i've never met you. I would miss you :) I never regret knowing you, sometimes i wishes i didn't. And i'm sorry. That's just plain scary. Even now , i know your not talking to me is because i tell you not to. I just needed to say this. And thank you for calling me. For the first time! :D My whole body was paralyzed. I swear it was. Haha. Aaand i didn't had much to say plus you were already sleepy right ? (: My days with you are numbered, and it's unfair. I miss you. Don't even think that i don't think of you okay ? Your always there. In my heart :) I love you , and one day you'll believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-735570987432230196?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/735570987432230196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/crux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/735570987432230196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/735570987432230196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/crux.html' title='Crux.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4916297184077269071</id><published>2009-07-30T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:17:32.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polite person.</title><content type='html'>Ah, lamanya aku ta update. Busy la sangat. Nahh, i was just lazy. That's all. So yeah, today's PMR TRIALS. It doesn't feel like trials though, cause it's pretty much still the same. Just the thought of it scares you. " OH TRIALSS. MATI MATI" I'm still alive , tak mati pun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first paper was Bahasa Malaysia paper 2, god nightmare. The first part again , was alrite. Mai bahagian C , argh. I had to options , kes ragut atau tandas. :D I chose kes ragut at first , cara2 bagi mengatasi masalah. I did the pendahuluan , crapped some never heard words in it and by the time i'm done with my isi i realised that i'm not making sense. Tetiba bersyukur then apa plak drug addict what shit. Haha. Nonsense , i know. Woo. So i asked for a new paper and started re-doing everything. Exam ends at 10 and it was already 0940. Nightmare no ? Yeah. Plus i havent even started with my Bahagian D. The shit-faced question. I changed my topic and i took TANDAAAAAS bersih something something imej sekolah. Berikan pendapat anda. Hah. Ni apa ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give some creds to myself la , cause my pendahuluan agak power. Isi-isi dah terkoyak , but penutup bolehlah. I crapped something and i moved on to bahagian D. 10 mins left. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bm paper one was like, bm paper one. |= i have no comments for it. Before i start doing my Sejarah , Mr.Ooi was sitting at the table staring at the floor. So yeah, here's something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir , what time does the paper ends?&lt;br /&gt;Sir: *looks outside the door. probably looking for whoever's calling him*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *aku ni kecik sangat ka ?* Sir! Here!&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Ha? ha?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What time the paper ends? * annoyed *&lt;br /&gt;Sir: *wearing his specs , still searching for me*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *wavingg*&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Oh. Ha. pukuuul.. satu dua puloh. Eh tak tak. dua dua puloh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *noods, still annoyed*&lt;br /&gt;Sir: * usha pintu *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, ish ish. Lawak antarabangsa la sir. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went out with Sharmeen and Zoey, before that they came to my house and was talking about some korean guys i like. Then i checked my watch and realised that i havent showered yet. :| Gross i know. And it was almost Mahgrib. So i quickly ran to take my shower and headed out to TAR college. Meen was teaching catwalk to some students there and i was sitting like an idiot , laughing at all of them. Zoey and i were doing toe touches , round off , cartwheel and some herkeys. :D I miss cheerleading ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TAR, we went Gurney. I went to find for my birthday/farewell gift from Sharmeen/Shamir. I suppose. Then we went to Gurney Drive , makan asam laksa. Ooooo. Nikmat nikmat. We were discussing about my party. Foods, Deco, Music plus some other stuff. Cool la, can't wait. :D 27th August. Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for the record. I'm pointing this out to the person  i used to call a friend once. Whats her name i can't remember. I didn't say your precious boyf was checking me out okay smart ass. I clearly said , that maybe he'd recognize me so i was staring back too. Ok barbarian ? Ok. Glad we had this talk. Woo. I know you hate me :) But i don't think i care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4916297184077269071?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4916297184077269071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/polite-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4916297184077269071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4916297184077269071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/polite-person.html' title='Polite person.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5433852303446480443</id><published>2009-07-20T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:24:34.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smother.</title><content type='html'>TGH can ask for me all she wants , though she won't be able to find me anywhere in the school compound. Damn , i misplaced my peta. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i decided not to redo the peta-i'd probably make up some lame excuse about not having one and beg her to give me a sample cause i despreately need one- and worry about trials this end of the month. /= Sheet , i think i almost peed in my pants. I guess the football match is on now , in Bukit Jalil )'= &lt;br /&gt;I envy my brother , Shamir. My dad got tickets for him and i'm grounded. Well not really grounded but i'm not allowed to go out until PMR. Yeah sheet. I have to buck up EVERYTHING. Sigh. I can only depend on my tution teacher. Again , sheet.&lt;br /&gt;Or friends , either way. Sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still , with or without them i have to try to do it on my own. No one's gonna help me there right ? Argh. Kill me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;I actually took a hell trip down to Alor Star today , damn it was depressing. In the car with my DAD. Ugh. The radio saved me , for a while then he went raving on about studying blablabla. Ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached at about 8.30 pm and the show had already started. I gave those people there my " wtf are u looking at ? " look cause there's this nyah ( ALOT OF THEM ) somehow wanted to tear me off of something. Ish again. ISH. &lt;br /&gt;So irritating. I guess they were the coaches for the teams there. Watched for a while and i swear i wanted to jump of a bridge or soemthing. God it was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secondary schools were at level 1 and the primary at level 7. I was constantly in the lift and i think people started getting all curious about me being there. I have a feeling they think i'm lost. :D &lt;br /&gt;Soo , after the show my step mom told my dad to sleep at the hotel and i was happy happy cause then i didn't have to go to school the next day. That's the reason tehtek is looking for me. :O&lt;br /&gt;Plus i gave him the -no i need to go school look- but and the same time making him feel guilty when i go " haihhh , s'kay laa. we go back tomorow laa.. " HAHA! nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;i'm a meano. Dont be friends with me , very bad influence. I'm sure some of you agree. Except that i think i don't care what you think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was veryveryvery hungry , oh yea did i say that my batt died? YES. everytime i travel i always get car sick and at the same time my battery nak kong. Tak fair sheet. And i went to the reception asking for a LG charger but they don't have. OF COURSE THEY DONT. idiot. Their not a bloody phone shop. Sheesh. I sometimes annoy myself. It gets really annoying when being annoyed. &lt;strong&gt;BY YOUR OWN FREAKING SELF. &lt;/strong&gt;Capital that. AND bloody bold that.&lt;br /&gt;Ha , the hungry part. Hmm i ordered chicken chop. And it tasted so baddd. But i had to eat cause i was VERYVERYVERY hungry. I can hear my tummy talking. &lt;br /&gt;Got to my room and called Hariz. Sheet he was sleeping. :D i knew he was with the sound of his voice. Though his voice is always sounded lazy but still. I just know. &lt;br /&gt;Yadayadayada. Then i slept. OO nikmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top of that i was sleeping aaaalone. Wooo. :D haha , so lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Hell trip to as.&lt;br /&gt;2.Papa's office&lt;br /&gt;3.Pragin Mall , bought books ( alone )&lt;br /&gt;4.Home.&lt;br /&gt;5.Tidoq sat.&lt;br /&gt;6.Tution.&lt;br /&gt;7.Studied.&lt;br /&gt;8.Swimming.&lt;br /&gt;9.Studied.&lt;br /&gt;10.Avalon High. ( still reading )&lt;br /&gt;11.Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between there is of course , text messaging. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5433852303446480443?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5433852303446480443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/smother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5433852303446480443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5433852303446480443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/smother.html' title='Smother.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-5616823907734456638</id><published>2009-07-17T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:52:15.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doosh.</title><content type='html'>Had a argument with my dad today. For &lt;strong&gt;the 87653148981491&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pa , is there cheaper to get an iPhone ?&lt;br /&gt;Him: *mumbling* u study first. ( wat wat shit )&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pa, is arts school better or sports?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Ha u better study first ( wat wat shit )&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTFFF? gila annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his bloody annoying. &lt;br /&gt;School was like shit as usual. Not that any other day is better , still shit. Got back from school i went to papa's office. He was all " oh no i booked the ticket all dee "  i was asking if i could go earlier. Sheesh. A week after pmr. That's very lame. I mean , i could just pack and leave NOW. I bet everyone's happy to see my leave. Might aswell go now. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said if i don't sit for PMR , then next year when if i wanna come back study in M'sia i have to resit the papers. Fcker mad balls. ( Cassandra's line ) Who the hell wants to come back to M'sia right ? I know i don't. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;I feel too retarded now.&lt;br /&gt;Because ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing my elephant shirt terbalik&lt;br /&gt;i have one socks on. &lt;br /&gt;i'm drinking from a water bottle , AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;i have to much make up on , and i'm not going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is curly , wth?&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing things that my ex gave me.&lt;br /&gt;i am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight 14 jam ? cramp pungkok aku wei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-5616823907734456638?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5616823907734456638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/doosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5616823907734456638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/5616823907734456638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/doosh.html' title='Doosh.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-1032302662191454290</id><published>2009-07-14T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:39:03.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1rYt5foeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OJBAV19xsQI/s1600-h/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1rYt5foeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OJBAV19xsQI/s320/DSC01624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358557204022534626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tipi tipi , nak buat hot satt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1rE-SEO1I/AAAAAAAAANs/nDbige6-d48/s1600-h/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1rE-SEO1I/AAAAAAAAANs/nDbige6-d48/s320/DSC01623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556864823180114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1qwDY9nLI/AAAAAAAAANk/gE8Yy1Hzpx4/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1qwDY9nLI/AAAAAAAAANk/gE8Yy1Hzpx4/s320/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556505417030834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and adriana , perrrrgggh nak buat sexy ta jadii xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1qbWACCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/BHGVO0Qsgdc/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1qbWACCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/BHGVO0Qsgdc/s320/DSC01581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556149635484018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow. bersemangat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-1032302662191454290?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1032302662191454290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1032302662191454290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/1032302662191454290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/Sl1rYt5foeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OJBAV19xsQI/s72-c/DSC01624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6652841450182952093</id><published>2009-07-14T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:44:06.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HS.</title><content type='html'>You are a haven in this heartless world , and when you are always on my mind, and my heart hurts when you are gone. What is it that feel if it's not love. It's a smoke made with the fume of sighs , being purged , a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed , a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else ? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet. We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us. If love is a shelter , i'm going to walk in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6652841450182952093?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6652841450182952093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6652841450182952093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6652841450182952093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hs.html' title='HS.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-309015488068307833</id><published>2009-07-14T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:26:03.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullocks.</title><content type='html'>Morning morning. Yes i skipped school today , too much drama to deal. Needah day off man. But i'm studying right now , Geografi. Just a quick update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicly what's happening in my life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my one and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; good friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go out.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped eating good food. &lt;br /&gt;I started listening to emo songs.&lt;br /&gt;I very excited to see my new torture chamber. &lt;br /&gt;School or College ? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Trials end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't remember where bauksit is , i think it's in Teluk Ramunia.&lt;br /&gt;Shit i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My sim card's working , so more headache for me.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are all about my ex nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Hm , weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad keeps on reminding me before i go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;Him: Study hard , just a few more months then you'll be leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Right before exam or later abit ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Later , i need to see my friends in kl. &lt;br /&gt;Hah , i know you'll kill me Tia if i don't come down and see you :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss your " LEKK BROO ISAP KOK LUUU "&lt;br /&gt;Translation : Rilek bro , hisap rokok dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so wrong. I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait , yeah. It's in Teluk Ramunia. I checked. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-309015488068307833?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/309015488068307833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/bullocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/309015488068307833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/309015488068307833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/bullocks.html' title='Bullocks.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-6270009951264257292</id><published>2009-07-14T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:29:35.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush.</title><content type='html'>Since being friends will hurt you both. Then lets not. I'm sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Lucks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-6270009951264257292?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6270009951264257292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6270009951264257292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/6270009951264257292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hush.html' title='Hush.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-4652839785075733123</id><published>2009-07-14T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:28:01.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masnicate.</title><content type='html'>Today is the BEST day of my life. Swear it is. But i won't tell you why though , it's a suprise. When the time is right then i'll let you guys know what's up. (: I'll give a hint , it got to do with me moving. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , school is fast today. I forgot to update this , but there was once during Maths . Remember my awesomely funny teacher ? Yes him. Here's what happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir : Ha , okay ha ? &lt;br /&gt;Everyone : *Noods*&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Ha okay apa? Belum lukis apa lagi. Haa.. ulang tayang ulang tayang. Once you&lt;br /&gt;     find the equidistant and automaticly you solve the locus. Seketul batu baling ,&lt;br /&gt;     dapat TIGA ekoq burung.. Ha..&lt;br /&gt;Izati: Sir , do the questions until the next teacher comes la.&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Ha? apa? tak dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I know , Sir is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemahiran Hidup ( Teras )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu better pay attention ha , saya tak mahu ulang lagi. Masih ingat apa lagi fungi IC MUSIK? Haa. Nak tengok apa kat luaq? Ha tgk bagi habih. Pastu pandang muka cikgu na. Ok , ladies and no gentlemen. Apakah simbol bagi resistor?! * BANGS TABLE * Ha terkejut beruk pulak hampa niii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha , Cikgu Suriyati. The rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave us a rencana to write in jawi , and i did it! WOOO! Raja helped but still , i wrote in jawi. It was so cool. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well , my sim card's working already. But my dad doesn't want me to change the number. So still sticking to the old one. Kay then , needah study pula. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-4652839785075733123?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4652839785075733123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/masnicate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4652839785075733123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/4652839785075733123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/masnicate.html' title='Masnicate.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-621495286967280808</id><published>2009-07-13T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:03:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn.</title><content type='html'>School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very normal day for a Georgian. I had my alarm on at 6 a.m. but i woke up at 6.30 , dragged myself to the bathroom and showered. Top of that i forgot to turn on the heater , and i was screaming like a bimbo in the loo. Done with the chaos in the toilet and rushed to my room. Air-cond was still on. I was freezing. Cursed at myself then got dressed and packed for school. My maid's back in her kampung so it was pretty awkward cause she's always there in the morning. Moping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down hill , across the road and kononnya nak baca buku while waiting for Adriana. My friggin' Geografi book fell in the damn drain. I know , shit. Went in the car and i wiped it with tissue. Oh i love tissues. Heh. Sampai school , random stuff. Negaraku , Doa , yadayadayada. I was hyper during Geo , but i slept 2 periods during Maths. Very sleepy laa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then blablahblah , nothing much. Same old same old. Got called to the Pk Hem's office :D I'm a troublesome kid. Woo. For mandarin we watched i'm not stupid 2. It was soooo sad. I was all teared up, gay moments with Raja. She gave me the look then i gave her the stare. That's all i guess , oh plus a 4 hours non-stop revision at home and now online. I don't have a life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh , and my sim card's no working. Screw Digi and Maxis. Yayy. Since it wasn't working i break it into two. (: Life without phone is actually okay , for once in my life i'm admitting this bullcrap. But it's true , i survived. A person so tops up almost ten effin' bucks everyday survived people. A less more tension , i mean your not expecting any text some that 'someone' so i cannot be bothered. Needah sleep now , naynight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-621495286967280808?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/621495286967280808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/621495286967280808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/621495286967280808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/dawn.html' title='Dawn.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2535601864801634091.post-2042557408822419776</id><published>2009-07-13T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:26:50.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kismet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SltFNJkbi0I/AAAAAAAAANU/UYAISWFAv4I/s1600-h/m_ce02649165b64a3abc7591470cab1ab3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SltFNJkbi0I/AAAAAAAAANU/UYAISWFAv4I/s320/m_ce02649165b64a3abc7591470cab1ab3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357952273896672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is my third time making a new blog , i'm officially declaring this one. Seriously not changing anymore. Yes, not for some fucktards who was born an idiot and who wont stop viewing my friggin' blog and make barbaric comments about it. Go play a kite okay ? Tak pun balik masak nasi. (= Anyway , I'm Reena Tasya or Cassandra would say " a little muchkin "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly , people judge me immediately when they look at me. It hurts abit though but , i somehow cant blame them. It's just how we Malaysians are. Get to know me okayy , i'm nice. Seriously. But when i'm a bitch , i am reaaaaaly a biatch. Lol. My life is weird , and very complicated. Who's isn't right ? :) But yeah i learn from it. From my mistakes , things i've seen , things i've said. I know we're not perfect , and i'm not trying to be one either. But everytime when i think back , life is really awesome. The world is awesome. I'm a very conscience-stricken person , and i love my family very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inlove , his a gift from god. But the days are numbered , and i miss him badly. To me love is a temporary madness, it erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. I hang on to things that i know i can never have , but still i have to hold on. I just have too. That part of me died too. I laze around ALOT , but currently spending hours on studying. Hehh. Ohh and i have a compulsive disorder , i pout. ALOT. So it's either muchkin or pouty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon ! Needah eat , hungry ohh hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2535601864801634091-2042557408822419776?l=backwardslovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2042557408822419776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blahhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2042557408822419776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2535601864801634091/posts/default/2042557408822419776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backwardslovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blahhh.html' title='Kismet.'/><author><name>Reena Tasya.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17700630610336979108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SzuJ0cTzswI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L98NB2DL4D8/S220/IMG00069-20091225-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4fLq950XULQ/SltFNJkbi0I/AAAAAAAAANU/UYAISWFAv4I/s72-c/m_ce02649165b64a3abc7591470cab1ab3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
